Short Rotten To The Core Poems
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Not in the mood for frivolity today
Very unusual I heard someone say
Happy three sixty-four
One day rotten to the core
Forgive me, not perfect, but damn close I would say
I gave you my all,
You threw it away.
My love for you was strong
But not enough for you to stay.
I believed your lies
Hoping they were truth.
Just rotten to the core
Like a cavity in my tooth.
Jesus builds forever only.' other edifaces fall.'
Those who rage and plot against him
Now falter and call, their odour is of death
They are rotten to the core! lacking true knowledge
They prepare for feast and slaughter.' Yet on them
The eternel blade will fall.'
A mother told me to love a child is divine,
I didn’t understand until I had mine.
Divine, though she is, still there is more.
She is wonderful, beautiful and rotten to the core.
I would tell people to love a child is divine,
But I feel so much more when I look at mine.
Form:
Billy was a loner,
Rotten to the core.
Fathered by a bastard,
Mothered by a whore.
Grew up mean and dirty,
Took it on the chin.
Stole to make a living,
Killed to save his skin.
Sheriff caught him napping,
Hanged him from a tree.
All the preacher said was,
“Better him than me.”
I loathe my existence
I don't deserve to live
I'm pricked by my conscience
Myself, I can't forgive
I'm broken and filthy
I'm worthless like refuse
I'm damaged property
A product of abuse
My darkness I abhor
Why am I still alive?
I'm rotten to the core
From death, why did I survive?
The most sweetest appetising apple
Cream of the crop
On the apple cart
Is placed on the top
And tastes divine
Aesthetically pleasing
Attracting many to bite
But sometimes
Rotten to the core
But if not
It's something you want more and more
It's the dreamer's wish
The prettier the girl
The sweeter the kiss.
She finds her sister on his plate
She tiptoed onto the floor to his door
her heart rotten to the core as a hoar
Devils lead, she entered onto his bed
stripping her ted, nestling next to his head
Sister's mate lusted for her goods in crate
cheating fate for some extras for his plate
connie pachecho
1/5/17
non contest entry
Love is unspoken
Love is for real
Love is broken
Love can be sealed
Love is not placed
on shelves in the store
Love can be devasting
and rotten to the core
Love can not be pictured
Love can not be sold
Love can not be fixtured
but love can be bold
Love can truly taunt
Love can truly haunt
Love can drive you crazy
Love may be in you, Maybe!
Form:
Inside
To stand you anymore
my head will burst
you're rotten to the core
and maybe even worst
My eyes are closed
I can't stand your sight
just get out and leave
before we start to fight
What you are inside
is a true disgrace
but you hide it all
behind that face
To people and folks
you seem innocent
but to me you are
so crooked and bent
Just go away
I can't stand your sight
move from here
before we start to fight.
Her midriff, sweet enough to eat off of,
What to concentrate on, rests slightly above;
From her belly, the best place to sip,
To drink wine, good enough to tip;
Her rump, her rear, the back of her front,
Something to leer at, something to hunt;
Nothing dressed upon her, is rotten to the core,
Perfect is she, she is everything to live for;
Her eyes, with their allure, nothing can match,
Her whole frame, she is the only thing to catch.