Short Fleshes Poems
Short Fleshes Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Fleshes by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Fleshes by length and keyword.
With red blood
and bones, fleshes sensed
through its nerves
Cannot win but cannot lose,
Aloe fleshes will sooth no bruise,
My skin is dry,
My flesh is cracked,
Gravity is my enemy,
And still must watch my back.
The plane pierced into the pile, exploded loudly, Human fleshes every where .
[img]http://www.shuttertalk.com/forums/images/upload/79_biotreeSM.jpg[/img]
I know she is one
huge vegetable harmony,
impossible to dissect.
The vines reach inside her skin
and their fingernail fleshes
merge with hers.
My Stars were my pride
I was always ready for the ride
Hoisted in the clear sky
I flew freely and high!
But now, I lay in unwanted ashes
Burnt by many, those bodily fleshes
Alas, all my stars now feel like scars!
Alas, all my stars now feel like scars!
mutilate
manipulate
touch
fondle
and burn
fleshes wounds
hot wax's touch
not too little
not much
choke
gloat and burn in hell
I see her face
hot sand
cold hands
man to man
twisted corpse
mine to warp
melting pot of
your hot
retort
deeper into
your mind
like a tape worm
dripped in wine
Form:
Fingers tangling dry strands
Jostle soft fleshes with pained puffs
Dipping tar suffocating airways
Wrenching fabrics carving curses onto corpuscle
Taking
Pulling
Grabbing
Pushing
Stabbing
Shoving
Reducing into a pile of nothing
Ridiculed into a lump of worthless
Rejected into a mass of hollow
Remorse into a jumble of Woman.
My country is a woman on the street
Birthing whore children
My country is a song
Bustle to choke my melodies
Her woes - lyrics & whore styles
Spray over my eyelids
Where in abject poverty
I lost my fleshes
We don't not know who the perpetrators are
The citizens - Governments
Youths - everyone
Corruption grows in its valley
In the shoulders of a demon
A country on it pulpit
No hope - No faith
I live in it a mere being
Paciolo Pen Saint
(30/09/2011)
Logic isn’t that important
I’m right! -As a proved defendant-
From jails occupant to humanity servant
After days I had absorbed black steam of others’ fleshes
I got crashed by an angel, then refreshed
Certainly been in a wrong track
But God allowed me to weave my life back
All could change your way to many of pathways
But only one person grace,
Whose face been waiting to gaze
And whose love you’ve been dreaming to embrace
To guide you back to truth from crazy craze