Short Filth Poems
Short Filth Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Filth by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Filth by length and keyword.
Another day of uncomfortable waiting
Pretending that things will change.
I can’t deal with the problems I’m facing.
Same things over again, mentally deranged.
I need a shower
To remove the filth from me
The filth everyone can see except me
The filth that keeps him from wanting me, my body
What does he see that I can't?
I READ YOUR POEM
THOSE WORDS DESCRIBE YOUR THOUGHTS
AND FEELINGS
THEY SPEAK LIKE MENTIONINGS
AND REEL LIKE WHISPERS
WHO MOUTH SPEAKS
THE THE FILTH OF YOUR
THOUGHTS.
THEIR POSITION AND FOOLISH
PRONUNCIATION
TICKLES OF DUMBFOUNDED
WORDS.
CURSES TO YOU THAT YOU HATE ME.
I LOVE YOU IF YOU LOVE ME.
Head to bars,
Yet I am too poor to drink,
But cruising is dead,
Because we are too respectable now,
Save for me and a few old men,
Who rather than their wives,
Do face the clean white porcelain,
And in their minds create,
Handsome young things,
Till once again we are disturbed by cleaners,
Who wash away us filth.
Form:
Cradle my child,
My lifeblood, my sin.
My angel and hope.
My spawn and my kin.
Death to my Enemies
My heart they've shattered,
My soul they've eroded,
My body they've tattered.
Faith in my ability.
My passion, My cure.
My mind in full function.
My inner strength pure.
Trust in my Love.
My all I can give.
My everything at once.
My will to live.
Form:
I can't live without this
I have found life in death
Healing through sickness
Creation through destruction
Light in darkness
I can't live without this
That which holds me down gives me flight
That which enslaves me, frees me
That which sickens me, heals me
I've found purity in filth
and Filth in purity
Nothing held sacred is sacred
Sickness overcomes me
It lets me soar
(Originally written 11-24-19)
To endure my living
to spiritual purification,
I washed it
with several detergents
as my filthy dirty clothes
several times in my whole life.
Black hairs in my head
took its color off turning grey
Like the water soluble one.
The tender skin
Wrinkled
Like the skin of an old tree.
My far-sighted eyes
Blurred
As the tainted mirror.
Scrubbing me on the time stone,
I worn myself out instead.
The vestiges of my soul
………………………
Remained as it's.
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Why put layers of filth over a heart .. just let it beat
The heart.
Have it pure.
Discontinufy ego.
Made to give ,
Celebrum blood has to receive.
To direct you to live.
Have it clean.
First thing that begun to beat
Hit..
Significance.
A vice
For wit.
Divergent cases.
Dust of mistake.
-When our heart could stop it's rate.
Even if the lengh is low
Living doesn't reoccur.
Why put layers of filth over a heart .. just let it beat.
-Rosie