Turgid Poems - Poems about Turgid

...Rebirth: Tragedy has been your favorite genre— A fount of acts and scenes of wailing tears and excruciating scars punctured alive by so-called healers. That oozing wound paints the genr......Read the rest...

.... ‘Twuz uh hot Spring Mine door’s gong Rapped ‘twuz the welcomed the ......Read the rest...

.... Without light Gold will Not Glisten Without hers Turgid fupa ‘Tatched Az molded Clay Unto Hern thicks did i me......Read the rest...

...I gave them all my riches, I gave them all my fame, I gave them all the things I loved That caused me woe and shame. Now I sit here penniless, With no one else to blame, Attempting to achieve ......Read the rest...

...She here elbowed past me stomping, pausing not (although me whomping With her wildly swinging handbag – five kilograms, if not more). Cackling brusquely in a lather, that I should her baggage gathe......Read the rest...

...Cups on their hooks rattle the train rumbles through the town icebergs crack and fall off the roof, they crash through two stories of chilled air. Dad heaves himself off the sofa, empty plate ......Read the rest...

...This river is full of bodies, dead fish, dead fishermen. This river crumbles its banks, it invades in trickles, sluggishly it engulfs. Once it deeply flowed then death withered the water. ......Read the rest...

...For love will sometimes slumber In the silence of the commonplace Let down its guard, wipe its brow, relax As passion naps within a flowered bed Contented in the comfort of the now Its glowing......Read the rest...

...(An interview with a skipping stone) I’ll start at the beginning…I was born oppressed – The weight o’ th’world upon me…I hardened under stress. The dust from whence I came…’twas morph-ed into st......Read the rest...

...A humid day, mosquito clouds swarm along a red dirt road to the farm. There are grimy rows of pig pens, hazed dark by humming hordes of black fly. Bob (an old friend), chuckles. “Man, you pi......Read the rest...

...Thrice the night—the day!—both fell to sleepless slumber, But now in Spring, though yet again: The third was three in number. I sense a wince remind itself, Of what it means to be, Instead to ......Read the rest...

...I looked it up on Google, Read the turgid prose, Did the questionnaire Was very quickly diagnosed. So many things now Suddenly fell into place After a lifetime's experience Of constantly losin......Read the rest...

...Scummy waters slow lap an ill-defined edge. Broken Spider-tangles drift like torn wedding veils. The surface of the pond is thick with rot bracken, slime soaked weeds, the yellowing seep o......Read the rest...

...another Bukowski nightmare begins the castrato sings below while she calls from the minaret fossicking thru the memories for our linked verse while i, sitting beneath the coolabah river on the......Read the rest...

...Twice told toilet tale – a cheeky execrable gross fable which poetic product best be affixed with hashtag STINKY label. As a young whippersnapper and one precocious lad to boot, I discovere......Read the rest...