Short Infecting Poems
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IN TODAY’S POLITICAL-EDENIC GARDEN
Sow liberty’s seeds;
Reaping fruits not spoiled by
Infecting trump-plows:-
Rider on the storm
Rider on the storm
I want to eat a worm
I want to eat a worm
I want to be the germ
Infecting your epiderm
Rider on the storm.
Expressing
digesting
protesting
frustratedly stifled.
Projecting
rejecting
infecting
frustratedly rifled.
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Posted six days ago, hope that counts :)
Rust Corrodes Our World,
Infecting While Eating Us,
Corrupting our soul.
Justice Grinding To A Halt
Love And Mercy Falls Apart.
Written for the "Rust" Contest.
in every kindness
a warm contagion festers –
words infecting hearts
shared love - in fevered fervent
propagate in viral flames
Time is a drug,
both good and bad
Infecting and curing,
the happy sad
Time is a stipend,
to cash at will
Its fund ever spending
—to last until
(The New Room: February, 2021)
Mine is a lively lunacy
at three am
the witching hour
full moon insanity
infecting empaths
magic madness
I lie awake
my ideals walking in harmony
down a dendrite highway of fantasy
The darkness has a control of its own. It's long lanky arms caress my body taking it into the night. I become its prisoner infecting harm onto myself, because anything is better than not having control.
your dulcet words from your lips slipped into my bloodstream
and filled my heart with desire
but now even those delightful words sting like poison
contaminating my mind,
infecting my soul
~4-8-18~
two years running
horrible Twilight Zone masks
infecting street and garden
warming the feet of steel fences
black thoughts dribbling
from gray plastic mouths
nothing has changed,,,,,
two years running
Selecting and Infecting
Youth with all of my poems will be infecting;
So favorite ones you should be selecting;
Poems uncovered;
Answer discovered;
Poems contained calls that had been beckoning.
Jim Horn
There is a person with more than one face
Who struggles in more than one place
Being on line one at a time
It sure can't be fine
Infecting ones data base
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/humour-5.php
I’m Desperation
I know how to hurt
How to Isolate
Disconnecting you
Interrogation
This is vile hate
Infecting truth
Down in the dirt
Intimidate
How to hurt
Killing is
Easy now
You bow
To me
Weak.
Dec. 2nd 2014
The mother refused
her son's decay,
denied he was dead.
She refused
her dead sun turned
into a vampire.
and infecting others.
She refused
her vampire son
sucking her blood.
She shut her eyes
to all the dread
refusing that he was dead.
Computer freezing
Sites not connecting
Credit cards seizing
Sickness infecting
Hurricanes impact
Engulfing and raging
Sad and confusion fact
People engaging
The agony of fleeing
Panic sets in
The sight they're seeing
The worry of kin
a throbbing ache emanating from the heart
infecting the blood that runs though its veins
pulsating a malicious toxic venom
contaminating every thought
distressing and impeding psychosomatic pain
mind over matter in a dark defeatist manner
AP: 3rd place 2020
Dream Catcher you hang over my head,
Keeping the scary dreams from infecting my head.
I sleep soundly at at night knowing your up nights
Watching me dream wonderful dreams all night.
I guess this poem was written to you,
To thank you for all the wonderful things you do.
-Eddie Cox
Form:
Lost within the corridors of my mind,
With no end in sight,
I panicked in fright,
For shadows hound,
And the ground groans,
Were must I go,
To and fro
My mind gos,
What is this madness,
Infecting,
Spreading,
My mind runs away from me,
Oh god the shadows hound,
running me into the ground.
Form:
this sadness
eats
me
from the insides
like a disease
infecting every
inch of my body
until my lungs
turn to ashes
as
i slowly
melt away
choking
bleeding through the ears
coughing
the
gaseous
poisons
of hatred
that leak from my
last breath
Oh she died
that
soul
who used to reside
in
me
Form:
The Mist from Hell Descends on the land
the mist settles down on the land
the mist is from hell
the mist covers us all
the scent of death
the grim reaper
rides behind the miss
infecting those around him
the mark of death
as the mist covers the land
the end of the world
comes with the mist from hell
What is this creepy thing
Infecting my body?
Busily digesting my flesh, melting,
The first stages of the blob.
End of my extremities
Swell ominously, wriggling,
Undulating like giant worms
Busily digesting my tissue
I’m becoming what I fear most,
Mistaken for castings
Shoveled up and thrown
On the compost heap.
Cyrus the virus is now among us
Known as Corona, causing a big fuss
Hailing from Wuhan city
Infecting without pity
New yellow peril for us to discuss
Over reaction quickly takes traction
Toilet paper now missing in action
Everyone should stay in bed
Then Cyrus will end up dead
But just how long our sleeping protraction
You're love is acid
Bubbling
From every pore
(scalding);
You are the angelic face
Of malignent venom
Infecting every cell
How I despise my
Treacherous lust
Body betrayer.
Decomposing
Your parasitic love
Devouring
I can not breathe
Nor see my light
Slowly darknen.
It's said there's some irreplacable
and it's said they're iridescent
but from realities wakeup call
and the knives that peel at your delicacy-
gently puncturing the senses,
triggering the knots that erupt deep inside
when they are no longer butterflies-
but cobras,
infecting, misleading and wrong-
surfacing the venom of worry
*not finished*
Getting younger every day
being old not required.
N.B. Explanatory book titles
for Yale students below.
Teenager: When I threw up
in the road.
Toddler: How I destroyed
the living room.
Baby: Look! I pooed in
the potty.
Foetus: My lonely life
in the womb.
Egg: My years waiting
for sperm.
Microbe: Infecting
President Trump.