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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What If?

What If? short poem

What if love was free What if the sky were the sea Would that be better for you or me What if there was no doubt What if we understood what life was about Would we all laugh and shout

A Sickened Craft

A Sickened Craft short poem

Waiting for a chaste bread, whole life under the moon, to speak off the inconsistency of happiness, with a monologue of a needle in eyes for a madness of sublime verse. Canoeing in a frozen lake for a stranded rose,

Karma And Him

Karma And Him prose poem

It was simple, it was effortless All too transparent and ever so clear Life threw its bounties at him His hard road was strewn with maps to its wonders At every dead end he found a shovel At every crossroad

Implicate

Implicate short poem

Is it all just a big mistake The Earth got bored and had a big earthquake Did the universe decide instead of expanding lets just create The postman arrives at ten past eleven and he’s five minutes late I sit

The Prince, The King And The Master

The Prince, The King And The Master long poem

The shrine of Madonna stood tall, The high king’s rapier fell down, not anymore was he the young prince, for he was devoid of all feelings. The shrine of Madonna stood strong, The high king’s blood washed the ivory pedestal,

Time

Time prose poem

Took a walk with my dog Rosie today. Walked by the orchard on the hill that we go by on our stroll, stopped to look back as I always do. It’s a very pleasant sight regardless of the season. The

Will You Bring Me Back?

Will You Bring Me Back? short poem

Will you bring me back? Will you,When I am on the verge of leaving this world? Sorrow doesn’t grieve me anymore; All my happiness-I have already sold. I have exercised an unidentified, reluctant approval, Accepting all that the world has

Charred Mistakes

Charred Mistakes short poem

Inside me, I take a turn. By tightening the noose hangman feels liberated. In the grave, charred mistakes waking under the massive ashes of slaughtered sun, grieve for the light. Time was death. Every lovely tree was time, leaving footprints

Spiritual Sat Nav

Spiritual Sat Nav long poem

“At the 3rd exit bear right , that’s what it told me to do, I’d followed the instructions, did everything it asked me to, I admit I was a little distracted as the junction passed me by, I thought it

The Whimsical Female Egg!

The Whimsical Female Egg! short poem

A world where I can take birth And I will not be killed in the womb Or dumped into a dumpster Or just thrown like that on the pile of waste on the road Where my limbs will be pulled

Failing Artist/Writer

Failing Artist/Writer long poem

Has failure accepted me Or have I accepted it? I have written and painted, But have slid a bit. My paintings gain dust In my quiet studio, The poetry contest? I still do not know. I do not wish to

Papi Mario

Papi Mario long poem

I’m a real mellow fellow and my rhymes cause sedation Flow so sick you gotta give it medication Knowledge so wholesome that it drives meditation My rhymes are in all 50 states making up the whole nation But let’s stick

Dark Moments Of The Mind

Dark Moments Of The Mind long poem

He knows the way he’s perceived, he dies to see the way he seems, knowing it’s truly not what’s in his soul. Tells himself it’s not truly him, that hes better, but in time even he begins to loose hope

Streets

Streets short poem

Homeless vets fill our streets dealing with addictions they cannot beat Stand on street corners begging for food Often standing with broken down shoes It makes me sad to see what happened to them Returned home to anger and hate

Ghosts Are Not Scary

Ghosts Are Not Scary short poem

I’m sorry, but, ghosts are not scary. They live inside me. They live inside you. And without realizing, they consume us whole Of course, they are here to destroy But the destruction..? It’s so silent And silence, so to say,

Life

Life short poem

I love being a part of this life. Why can’t everyone just wait for a while? There are things to be changed, there are things to be grabbed, I know everything would not come in a silver gift wrap. I

Joy Of Aging

Joy Of Aging prose poem

The world slows down. That’s a good thing. Priorities change, also good. The rat race fades into memory. It’s now time to appreciate things. Let the next generation battle to climb the ladder, keep their heads above water. Time for

A New Prophet

A New Prophet long poem

first I woke the birds clumsy steps on crumbling asphalt it was the antidepressants an undiagnosed chemical stroke my mood uplifted my right foot dragging on occasion tripping over carpet or in this case turd-black pebbles clattering waking hidden birds

Midnight

Midnight short poem

Midnight is fun With all the wrappers and covers All the extra cloths All the extra socks All the extra shorts All the extra mittens The rain is going The moon is up high MIDNIGHT Is as dark as a

The Moth

The Moth short poem

Velvety fur so soft and smooth, Brown wings of hope clinging to the truth; It’s hirsute body glowing in the plethora of the fire, The moth flies an inch closer; Wings of fire, it still flies, An evanescent memory of

Waterfall

Waterfall short poem

Standing beneath the waterfall Feelings of childhood joy Free as a bird, a soldier awol Splashing and shouting, a real McCoy As cool water in endless cascades Threw itself over humans and boulders Froth and spray on rocks over decades

The Silent Colours

The Silent Colours short poem

A mad resurgence of fake locks paralyzes the arched doors of the hidden walls, where the roses squirm under the false kisses of a red moon; they came again to police the blinds. The mother digs up the charred body