Short Blood Money Poems
Short Blood Money Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Blood Money by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Blood Money by length and keyword.
As psoriasis; old scoros is'
With vulgarity; of method-biz
Darkening all hearkening
Bloated out ego-cankering
Blood money his diocease!
the assault rifles help whom exactly
fraternity of gunmen
silence from nra
the killing of innocents continues
as schools practice lockdowns
nra rules
senators vote for nra
yes yes hip hip hooray
lining their pockets with blood money
Twenty long-desert years
sweeping scorpions into their pits
over and over and over again
now the sweepers are leaving in haste
not enough blood money to be made,,,
Scorpions are pouring out of their pits
stingers held high above Biden's Bedouins-
A young woman, her form
still bearing a mirage of beauty.
In her detail she decays
closer still, a beauty returns
as a micro-delicacy.
Her charm dips in and out
like a swan through the bodies spoilage.
Da Vinci and his artist acolytes,
those red-handed anatomists,
all owe her rent.
The swan should be redrawn,
blood-money paid
with those same blunt tools
they broke into her with.
Tonight when I think of the people
I cannot tear you out like a page
For men and ideas are the struggle
Ideas can only explain our rage.
There should be a Lumumba day
In Africa, wherever the Congo flows
Some vision as foundations stay
Some death are meant alone for heroes.
Those colonial advantage is dying
The blood money looters now cough
Tell me why the Congo is not danccing
Lumumba, I fly you as the flag aloft.
Burning rocks had
a near miss. The
questions splatter
the blood-
to inspire and break
you inside and out.
Unbecoming, to end the
relationship. The story?
begins of an introvert.
The ungreen grass waits
for your wet toes,
to breathe again.
The blood-money was
very high, after the?
violent end of a
blade run.
My pillow is soaked of
a moonfall. The anguish
of a bodyless grave
was haunting.
Satish Verma