Short Squalid Poems

spring is here
squalid pale lingers endless
on my back

mar 2012 cgh...

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From a fallen fruit
       thus anyway, squalid stalk
          in miracle bloomed...

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gone


the detritus of a squalid life
lay strewn across the floor
a thousand shards of glassy tears
honor gone
          and gone
                   forever more...

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Sadness echoes once more in my chambers,
pain, residing in me like a filthy squatter,
and my heart is squalid,
unfurnished.

Surrounded in you,
you are the fastness of my echo....

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VANISHED VITALITY



Vibrant villa then, uninhabited now stands squalid with locked rusted gate







9th November 2016
For One Liner Contest
Sponsored by Rick Parise   
Theme- The Rusted Gate...

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pretension
i feel out of my depth
i see your eyes
yet i am deluded
I thought I were the mast
but now I lay squalid
Yet I am a witness
to your elective behaviour
will you ever change
I tried to ask myself
but you slandered me


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Leaves swayed above the ground--
The elder branches
Released pure foliage

The wind whistled and crowned 
The young, dainty leaves 
With a sweet, mellow scent 

Leaves land on the damp floors--
The elder branches  
Released such squalid grief...

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 Past, Present, Future
By: Miracle Man
9/29/2024

I cast an eye at his squalid plate called past,
recalling that his same plate was previously called present.
I mused if gourmet meals might grace this plates future?

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Zinc was squalid and by subtle fingers punctured.
Then, furtively slip into the gold market in darkness

That was pursued by our rare slip of staining it gold.
It was sighted and is now taken to the yard curtness.

Written: December 18, 2021...

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Squalid thoughts,
Disguised as Dust Bunnies,

Lie dormant,
In a mind's un-swept corners,

Awaiting time and opportunity
To be unloosed from confinement,
By the tongue.

But never,
Will squalid thoughts,
Be ascertained hibernating,
In a beautiful mind.
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The old church sits
Squalid in its agony
Bitten by the earth

The air groans

The gates swung wide
Her innards raped
Gutted by vultures

Still darkness falls from the sky

It is a Murk,
A cancerous toxin
Spreading into the roots

The old world rises

Where survival rules
None are free
No miracle comes from ruin

The decay lurches on...

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Along the alleys of my old village
a squalid dog followed me
flee-bitten, rabbit-faced

Give me some leavings, he whined
just a bit of left-over heart
I am starving to death.

I was coming from the poultry shop
so I gave him some chicken giblets.
He said, Now you are mine

since I ate your heart 
and he always, always follows me
ill-fated me!...

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Anguish cloaks her as she
Cradles her bundle of pure beauty in
Her squalid hands, tightly against her blackened heart
Painful tears caress his innocent face as
Her sordid soul violently weeps

Surrendering to her monstrous world she
Abandons her flesh and blood into unfamiliar arms
Allowing her miracle to disown his soiled mother,
Whose wicked soul will be damned for all eternity
But she knows
Fiery hell, will not be punishment enough...

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Sublime Solutions

Squalid screams, shingly shores
Slushy sullen spells
Skies spewed sour solitude
Supportive sidewalls sank
Scrimmages sans solutions
Sea splashed sorrowful songs
Searching sauveness sauntered soul
Sought soothing Supreme’s shower
Scarlet smog swiftly swept
Shimmery sequel sparged!


3rd November 2016
For Contest:CONTEST 233 any form,any topic max of 10 lines
Sponsored by: Brian Strand...

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They had a hasty meal of bones
Lest the dogs should hear them
They buried their heads to explore
Dried rutabagas and stale scones.

It was their world ravaged by bulls
Cats, crows, goats and ghosts
In the skinny island they roamed
In search of prehistoric tools.

Have you heard an eldritch screech
In the sunset hour on some Goan beach?
They are bone-pickers of a squalid slum
Running like a crazy in the city bedlam.


Sponsored by: Anthony Slausen
Theme: Garbage...

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I spent my 21st birthday
In a squalid old bed and breakfast
On the outskirts of Liverpool

That cost me $10 to light
And 20 a night 
With the only bathroom
1 floor down

The toilet water brown
Pungently scented
The bed fermented

Now 21 years on
My 42 birthday hath come
And the only thing that has changed

Is I am further estranged
From what is luck
What be deemed chance

And the all too familiar
Side wise glance
Tut of derision
Privilege based on class

Shatters still my heart of glass...

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