Stenches Poems - Poems about Stenches

...Here I am, In the first fling of youth- In what sterile field did I find this anti-fecund missive? This stretching of a hand, drenched in rubbery black; accompanied by a smell; a sewing, c......Read More

...Merit was always the gold medalist Then came the shrewd unconcerned capitalist Who endeared and sold to many the cheap thrill At jaw-dropping prices reserved only for mastery and skill And I agre......Read More

...Smells and Stinches in the Trenches Have never before wrote poem like this; Hope my thought and point never miss; What life meant; To heaven sent; About a lonely life of either hers or his. ......Read More

...The silence of morn makes this place forlorn in the fields, the hillsides, and trenches. Over two hundred years since the bloodshed and fear, yet you can hear the yells, smell the stenches. The c......Read More

...Control Slaves of Sin, we are the minions That is, if we choose to be Though Sin houses in our system We need not follow her decree With her allure and her enticements She may tempt you to do w......Read More

... Since they cannot fend for themselves, how they can yawn rest of the night and go into the morning experience no food move in the afternoon any food and in night again no food. However government ......Read More

...(In December 1936, English poet John Cornford was killed in combat near Lopera, during the Spanish Civil War. It was the day after his twenty-first birthday. Could this be the poem he was form......Read More

...On Vacation With Middle Passage Memories Out over the alluring expanse of the Big Water--- where the sky rest upon the water’s edge--- where undulating ships wait to fall off the earth---......Read More

...1914-1918 World war 1 Bullets flying over trenches Can’t see too much for smoke that stenches Lieutenant makes orders to stand here fast Don’t be scared chaps we’re having a blast Feet so......Read More

...Good to see you ? Taste the touch of the night it’s real Escape reality but find the truth in the deal Today tomorrow the dust the dawn the steel Desire deface distract determine then kneel Ho......Read More

...The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Seven The balding weeping willow by the Prefecture Gate’s railings There where on drowsy summer’s day gather swan and goslings To unfurl and let fan the crisp en......Read More

...Just do it. Whipping lash, hot, cramped pit. Odor, stenches still working. Cash coins wrenched. Wealthy, rich sitting back pulling stitches. Dollars drop. No more wages, still won't stop. Sit, kn......Read More

...It is a Sunday morning in spring the bright sun shines in Bethnal-green, Wander along a path between the church, the railway towards Whitechapel, For one day there are beautiful flowering gardens thr......Read More

... I saw him resting his laurels among dust With dry gin conquering his stenches A company of skulls screaming Eerie sounds move through the trees A hooded noise screaming behind But I tell the stone ......Read More

...congregate and anticipate please, eliminate traces of old dirty fleas. please don't confuse any old thoughts with these. christmas trees smell better without presents. pungent, pulpy stenches float ......Read More