Short Gangrene Poems
Short Gangrene Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Gangrene by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Gangrene by length and keyword.
Mary had a gecko
Its skin was shamrock green
But everywhere that Mary went
It changed its colour scheme
When Mary went to Heaven
Her gecko made the scene
Saint Peter sent them back again
He thought they had gangrene!
So when you get to Heaven
And you need a go-between
Just ask for Mary's gecko
Its the Devil's own routine!
I looked into
my surgeon soul
In there
I saw the reflection
of life
The yellow eyes
of jaundice
The fetid breath
of diabetes
The sickly smell
of gangrene
I looked again
The calm face
of death
The wet feel
of birth
If you don’t know
ask the leeches
swimming in the pool
of my blood
Ask the man
in the white shroud
waiting at the gate
Evening wore a floral dress.
Blue birds announced their departure
opening red wings.
You know them, buffs
of night who would not wait for the moon
to rise and I had nothing to hide.
These tragic toes
black with gangrene
still want to mount on red clovers.
That anatomy of desire
will dance with snakes. Who knows
the beautiful anxiety of lying on hawthorns ?
Satish Verma
I come before you holy;
Ah! but the pebbles on my feet are so rough;
The mack daddy will flee, in pants of poly;
Forgot to check for cars first though;
Hope is never hopeless;
Alas, my leg of dry gangrene,
hath fallen off again;
Where's the Scotch tape?
In a dress? A dress, address;
Out west,
is where I went, alone in my escape
4/24/19
Lurking in fuzzy leftovers is seen
A quivering, crawling hairball of green
A florescent prune
Or cheese from the moon
Gurgles gastric, plastic alien spleen
The miser squire requires gluts of caffeine
To dissect this science project's gangrene
Harpoon on a spoon
Zoom to the saloon
Lunch ladies' supreme mystery cuisine.
3/15/19
For Green Humor contest
Sponsor: Carolyn Devonshire
An explorer called Nicholas Bean
Used a jungle path for a latrine
He started to pee
Got stung by a bee
His poor wotsit swelled up with gangrene.
The natives said you need a vaccine
Their witch doctor arrived on the scene
With some healing plants
Said “drop down your pants”
Too late it had already turned green.
Both limericks 9/9/5/5/9.
Written 15th March 2019
For green humour contest
Sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire.