Viscera Poems - Poems about Viscera

...At the crossroads between nights and longing, He carries within him a season forgotten, With a liver like sodden earth, chilled beneath dead leaves, Viscera stirred by the silvery thrill of the vo......Read the rest...

...Upon the undulations of this world, viscera of wandering silk, Subtle, and their glimmer passes through impoverished rhetorics and lingering questions, My attempts to find answers dissolve in a sou......Read the rest...

...Liquor license for my rubbing alcohol Fumes and vapors have me squinting like a mole Open my window, let the wind blow through A bunch of spiders came and crawled right to me Shouting and stomp......Read the rest...

...yes, I have ... I've had them ... those moments - the deep, desperate, rare moments … "straight-from-a-movie" moments of romance and melancholy, where the violins and violas and cellos pull ......Read the rest...

...EarthMother recirculates red and dark blue blood, through sacred veins and springing arterials of integrity's compassion Healing wounding segregated pathologies of death avoidance is not li......Read the rest...

...‘Krasue’ A woman’s head with viscera hanging down from her neck. She paralyzes like ice-cold lightning. Where will you be tonight when the moon is shut? Woman hater, where will you be when t......Read the rest...

...Sphinx this ugly, amorphous monster is stalking me again loathsome, foul blackened heart half-eaten by vicious, resentful loathing it feeds on me, tears me, rips into my viscera, fange......Read the rest...

...UPSIDE DOWN inverted, topsy-turvy unhinging, disorienting, confusing puzzle, somersault; details, viscera twisting, wearing, turning front to back, socks INSIDE OUT written ......Read the rest...

...Let this be my sacrament of lust. Red dripping flesh I tear with my teeth, Absorbed by my viscera, Becoming one with my being, Merging with my soul. I am an eater of dead things, As are we all.......Read the rest...

...“Too sad,” they say as they turn away asking if I ever write anything happy Aren’t poets told to write what they know present to people pictures painted with their words of places most are too ......Read the rest...

...There are stretch marks for every delivered line. Skin keeps strumming until it runs out of sweat, incipient and membranous they arrive through a mutual tension. On their own words in the woods ......Read the rest...

...Night I am cold, though viscera burning, I have pierced on a spit my torso turning. Supposedly decomposing, et cetera; words as per usual, concerning; Do suggest a plethora, array, of conjured ......Read the rest...

...We set foot on dry grass at the cockcrow of a nascent union. Cheek to cheek as Cupid towers over the rose inside my heart, shooting arrows at a dyad draped in fire, gliding through the tundr......Read the rest...

...THE RAVENS “Amid the jagged shadows of mossy leafless boughs;” A raven convocation croaks harsh judgement on our sin No matter exculpation and our deeds it disavows Their conscience incarnation......Read the rest...

...viscera besieged elbow deep in ecstasy succumbing to bliss 11.05.2019 Sexyku Poetry Contest Sponsored by Richard Lamoureux......Read the rest...