Short Molesting Poems
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When all looks safe, chafe is at the door
Breaching your peace like never before
Its gruesomeness infesting your mind
Its fulsomeness molesting you more
We often forget to thank Mother Nature
Every morning on queue, there's Ursa Major
An astrophysicist I'm not
But brain cells I got
Just enough to keep me from molesting my neighbour
The world is strange with it's customs and laws
They're meant to be bent when we eat at the trough
Within reason I mean
Not too extreme
Not overboard stuff like molesting young squaws
One thing leads to another and another and another
If it didn't, life would stand still till the final buzzer
No thrilling stuff
Just run round in the buff
Molesting young fillies by grabbing their rudders
One thing leads to another and another and another
If it didn't, life would stand still till the final buzzer
No thrilling stuff
Just run round in the buff
Molesting young fillies by grabbing their rudders
One thing leads to another and another and another
If it didn't, life would stand still till the final buzzer
No thrilling stuff
Just run round in the buff
Molesting young fillies by grabbing their rudders
Hear me.
Please listen.
My little squeaks mean something.
Help me.
I can’t.
This pain is molesting my spirit.
Is it
worth it?
Should I leave everything behind and just “poof” away?
Please try to
Help me.
My physical appearance is starting to fatigue.
Save me.
She left her troubled life behind
The teenager turned runaway
Hoping a better world to find
Free of the monsters she left behind
Molesting her body and her mind
It would be her end were she to stay
No turning around to look behind
The tracks run forward for the runaway
by Joe Flach for the "In The Afterglow" member contest.
words
seeking
distilling life
into lines
I'm here
I'm gone
I sure a/f
am
more
than moments
and memories
flesh
and blood
I made
flesh
and blood
made me
the dent
that dents
forever
your cat
your dog
the fly
molesting you
until
the big wheel
turns
it won't be
a house in the Keys
with
six toed cats
but
music
and poetry
lots of
poetry
I'm fresh, a fresh rose,
With beauty unscathed,
Covered in a skin, soft and smooth, unscarred.
If you mean harm, just let me be,
Touch me not, if you endeavour to crush me.
.
I'm green, a greeny leaf,
With youthful blood and zeal,
Of wishful dreams and daring will.
So if your plan is not to tend me, leave!
Abstain from molesting me, the fairest of leaves.
.
Don't break me, i want to grow,
Don't break me, nurture me instead.
A sorcerer moon was rising
amidst grizzly clouds.
A lurid willingness of night
to surrender was evident-
skimming the stars.
A pact was inked between an
antiheroine and a renegade.
An apostate-
will find the refuge in serenades.
The feline grace jars the sexism
by sitting on the fence.
A blue ocean will churn out
the urn of lethal poison.
That flame. Can you kill
the wolf ? The tricks of
child-molesting were
on the big screen.
Satish Verma
Oh what superficial facades we build
So featureless in this menagerie filled
Oppressing humanitarians and the like
Hysterically mocking honesty divine
Brutally molesting innocence in kind
Blindly we follow fools gold
Materials we tower and uphold
Savagely flouting righteousness athrust
Unappreciating sincerities must
And pouncing on words so true
What unhappiness we must imbue
Alas I slowly bid morals adieu
Shedding all values true
Realising the world anew