Filth Poems

Filth poems bring the best collection of short and long filth poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great filth rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these filth poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on filth are here for you.

Rose

Rose short poem

Rose blossoms in filth Love for lust begins in bliss Thorn accompanies Rose uncertainty is part of Love Rose looks beautiful when fresh Lover looks attractive at first sight Rose withers over a time Love turns bitter after some time

Poems containing references to : Filth

Our Fate In Our Hands

Our Fate In Our Hands short poem

Born in the filth and dirt, mocked and jeered everywhere, shouted and screamed at always, with the vision of people coming home with bloody hands and a gun in pocket, ever said to be born with a fate like that,

Hope

Hope short poem

As these eyes close in prayer Earnest and desperate, hopeful yet scared Despair overcomes hope And anger subjugates faith as I wonder Where’s that spark that sought a miracle? That blessing that shunned all gloom And faith that defeated all

Green Dilemma

Green Dilemma short poem

Today I heard her say something very beautiful, I wanted to tell her but instead I tugged at my heart and shut it up. The greedy spirit wrenched of its riches? Ridiculous. It’s easier this way, trapping them deep. Words,

Tongue

Tongue short poem

Beautiful face emits radiance one just love to look beautiful External beauty attracts one cant see blemish in it Tongue is the one which is hidden Tongue can enhance the external beauty Tongue can also act as spoil sport Tongue

Abused.

Abused. short poem

His stony rampant presence swamps my gut with frozen fear, rearing embittered bones. Forsaken by my angel, away she flew when my favourite shadows died now I am alone with quarrelsome bladder and skittish quivering bowel. The wicked ogre proclaims

The Wait

The Wait short poem

The wait continues, And it continues still,- Sick of the happenings, My mind echoes “Release” I’ve travelled much, halted more; Failures and eddies – O they were so much more. My mind is not my friend, It incites agony, as

Monster

Monster short poem

Happiness is a lie when all you do is cry. What’s the use for you to try. Broken parts, shattered hearts feeling it before it starts. But oh how you laugh and smile in the crowds Your mother must be

Cog Without A Machine To Call Home

Cog Without A Machine To Call Home short poem

This filth feels like home And I just left my friend I want to stay calm but The drugs kick in again That feeling hits the bone And I am at the end I cannot reap what I’ve sown I

Ungrateful

Ungrateful short poem

They give him fruit He hits them with axe. They give him shade He vandalizes the rest. They purify the air For him to breathe in, He sheds their leaves Making them cry within. They give him water To quench

The Dust Rise

The Dust Rise long poem

In the next moment of her journey, The life itself evaporating from the track ! The sinking thoughts are hell scary, Rain was dreadful when she’s out of shack ! Leaving her home and everyone there with teary eyes, Dont

With Licorice

With Licorice short poem

Throw yourself on a time bomb howling, breaking the words, twisting the letters, reciting a prayer after the rise of a monomania in the face of mankind. I am becoming poorer everyday by grace of filth all around. Cannot hear

Time For A Change

Time For A Change long poem

Well you will not hurt me now anymore You will not make me cry over you again I ain’t your woman no more read my lips When I say that this is the end I mean This is the end

The Passion Of Christ

The Passion Of Christ long poem

It’s not My will, but Thy will, Let Me die on the cross for their sins, And My blood pave way to eternity; Yet My Soul is sorrowful unto death. Abba, take away this cup from Me; Yet if it’s

Tears Of Jhelum

Tears Of Jhelum short poem

O my sons of soil and daughters! I nursed you with my nectar But what you gave me back Loads of your filth and squalor. I watered your fields and orchards Bedewing lips quenched your thirst But you robbed of

Hawaiian Fantasy In Blue

Hawaiian Fantasy In Blue short poem

Where the sea meets the sky, Blue on blue. White sails, slowly sliding by, Azure hue. Warm sands, intense, bright sun, Calming you. Beautiful island girl, scantily clad, No taboo. House made of grass and leaves, And bamboo. Waves of

Portentous Prognosis

Portentous Prognosis long poem

(If Mother Earth could speak…) I’m the first light of dawn setting fire to the skies, the awe that ends with a soft, sated sigh. I’m the slow, gentle sway of ancient, lofty trees, branches of life filled with wonders

The Flower Shows

The Flower Shows elegy

We are not mere sepals, petals, and pollen-grains As scientists view us under their microscopes, But a flower, with all faculties of beauty and life, A full bloomed blossom, the expectations and fulfillment, The long cherished dreams of a plant

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One Year Disease

One Year Disease short poem

2 weeks, I look in the mirror and all I see Fat, ugly, and worthless staring back at me I pinch my stomach hoping it will shrink It has only been two weeks; I will soon look better… I think

Love You Always

Love You Always short poem

Love you short, love you tall Love you black, love you white Love you smiling, love you frowning Love you always Love your character than your beautiful face Love your composure than your disclosure Love your confidence than your face

Choose A Side

Choose A Side short poem

As you walk the desolate streets No sound but falling feet A thick autumn mist Swirling ghostly whisps A chill in the air Creeping and crawling And brushing your face Reaching out to hold you In its icy embrace “Who’s

The Butterfly

The Butterfly short poem

I am beautiful like a butterfly. Such lovely wings I have, I love the sky. I am so lovely, aren’t I? Wherever I go, heads twirl and gazes follow me. No one can ignore me I am a beautiful girl.

Life Became A Poetry

Life Became A Poetry short poem

When life deepened and words rose to a mystic high , When solitude became a beauty and deep inside could not understand if pain is a blessing or pleasure a boon , when wind whispered in ears sweet nothings ,

Grandpa’s Photo

Grandpas Photo prose poem

We used to have a house, ignorant of his birthday anniversary. Its wall was hanged on a black and white photo, The photo hanged by a thread made of the fur of a goat coming from pre-Islamic era, The thread

I Love…

I Love... short poem

I love… Paris in the summer, Bombay in the rains Cotton candy clouds, trees drooping over river bends Rickety trains, Topsy-turvey roller coasters Mountain mists, seeing the ocean meet the sky Rainbows (even without the pot of gold), loud thunder

One Step Less

One Step Less short poem

Was a little hesitance on my part or may be it was just some lethargy after that long duel Every bone inside of me , was screaming savagely Make no mistake about it I didn’t quit They’re questioning me now

Velocity Of Life

Velocity Of Life short poem

Life is like bubbles in drizzling rain So, transitory in nature but full of pain Broken chain in chain less chain All loss terms hurriedly into gaiTraged Without destination fast running train With intensity makes sane insane Bruises of heart

Hopes On High

Hopes On High short poem

The pain feels like bone breaking day after day Till you are stressed Sitting there and tired of crying. Is there anything I can do To help you get rid of that pain? I know you you are not yourself

The Candle Burns

The Candle Burns short poem

Not a single word added today to my tinsel book. The brown eyes were searching my smile. You want to close the happening of first moon and the fig. My roses start a new dialect, waiting on the clouds, almost

Kingdom

Kingdom prose poem

It is, first and last, my small kingdom. It has a ceiling closing off on me the gates of sun, stars and curses; it has walls ornamented by my dreams, and a mirror which sleeps whenever darkness passes by. At

Beauty Spot!

Beauty Spot! short poem

“Am I Beautiful?” Queried a beautiful maiden! “Yes, indeed,” Replied her lover! “Is there no flaw in me?” She asked. “Not, one!” Assured her lover! “Not even one?” She asked again for reassurance. “No.” Repeated her lover! “Are you sure?”

Between Life And Rhymes

Between Life And Rhymes prose poem

Between the times, between the rhymes, the beat of life goes on, Though sometimes stumbling through the dark, before the night has gone, And yet again it can be dazzled by the rising of the dawn Like many crumbling edifices

Three Awesome Questions

Three Awesome Questions prose poem

Last night in dreams , met me an angel . And asked what I wanted I said that three questions That always annoy my soul First , who am I and what is my identity Answered the Angel You are

A Cup Of Coffee

A Cup Of Coffee short poem

It was the day after the ally Which was cold and breezy I Opened my eyes slowly In a blanket warm and fleecy saw a smile bright and bubbly With a big cup of coffee Woke up still feeling sleepy

This Is Life!!!!

This Is Life!!!! short poem

Life! Has no definition Reason behind it has no explanation From far it’s a glittering illusion Even after “The End” has no perfect conclusion. Life to me is just a choice Silent call of your inner voice Make a choice

As In A Dream

As In A Dream short poem

Miracle love developing, Instant love unfolding, Erotic love awakening, Almost too good to be True it does seem As In As In a Dream… Well and we know there Is a great force at work here It must be fate

Simply Alone Me

Simply Alone Me short poem

Get out of my life, and never come again… For if it wasnt you, I wouldn’t be having all this pain…. You lost me for good, ‘cos that’s what you longed for… I know you didn’t deserve me, but still

My Heart Skips A Beat

My Heart Skips A Beat short poem

I have heard melodies, I have heard songs, I have danced to the rhythms of heavenly delights, But each time I hear you, My heart skips a beat. I’ve heard the humming of the birds, and the chirping sparrows, I’ve

Refugee

Refugee short poem

The azure sky, the swirling waters presented a picturesque backdrop The tourists, backpackers heaved a sigh of relief All were far from the maddening crowd On a quest to find inner peace. Then they saw what looked like a log

An Ode

An Ode ode

Longer than love lingers in lives thoughts of death preoccupies. your brother, your friend, your mate, your mother, all might leave you with some kind of wonder at their lifelessness left behind; what spark was there? what chemical bind— moved