Short Putrefying Poems

Short Putrefying Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Putrefying by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Putrefying by length and keyword.

Putrefying proteins,
emanated rancid airs,
he had this excretion,
and other unwanted,
wares,
quite spread out on table,
as if he was narrating,
a known tale,
of his dirty inside,
as a fable.

© Shishir Gupta  

Anticipating, beckoning, casting demonic, enviable fury, gazing hungrily inside, jutting kerosene, littering masses never opted, putrefying quills, reverting sympathy, turning upside-down…vaccinating whim, x-raying yesteryears…zero in

© Laura Breidenthal  

When thru the mirror you look,
It is but an image you behold.

That frame of putrefying flesh,
Whose frail and lusty minds, 
Have yielded to that lust from below.

When thru the mirror you look,
It is but an image you behold,
In which resides that diabolic soul
The Lamb gave each of us to control.

© NGT NGT  

No nourishment drawn from consuming 
wolves and lions 
It's the harmless tame creatures who grace 
the environs 
Nature produced them for their beauty and 
grace
But now on dinner tables they have a secured 
a place
Once drawing breath they have become 
putrefying flesh
And fluid seeps forth staining zephyrs with 
osmi of death

© Elizabeth Smith  

Truth bubbling forth as from a mountain spring.
A gem set in gold resting on purple velvet,
“Better a smooth step than a smooth tongue.”

He rotates his posterior to the world,
While his eyes are transfixed upon its reflection,
Body impacts a light pole without anticipation.

Mouth pontificating.
Heart petrifying.
Soul putrefying.

© Jim Musser  

(1)
fox pudding country-- 
      oh my default performance
      at manual bat!!!!!

    (2)
profundity dung
preaching lard mop alchemy--
     bum in Atlantis

    (3)
putting my fortune
into charming herdsman's romp--
     a tainted stuntman

    (4)
putrefying glut-
     ton's another monthly corpse
taunting attainments

    (5)
pignut putty fumes
     from slothful melting acorn
rot haunt iguanas

© mark singer  

Quaint bells of symphony,
swelling over
vast corridors of the mind
filming scenes from remote past
in kaleidoscopes of living colour
strumming..
with virtuosic intensity
on mind's tormented strings
reincarnating
exorcised demons
undressing
raw putrefying wounds
rusty hinges creaking noisily as
grating shovels on ice
skelenton closet swings eerily open
creatures baring hideous teeth
lay siege on my sanity
and haunt my sleep.

© Frank Scott