Putrid Poems

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Hard Nut To Crack

Hard Nut To Crack short poem

When just a little boy inured to bodily harm I stuck a bean inside my button nose which caused parental fright and alarm yielded putrid odor like weeks old black pearl jam stuck between toes Foul fumes a nauseating offal

Poems containing references to : Putrid

Myriad Moods Of A Walk in the Spring…

Myriad Moods Of A Walk in the Spring... short poem

I stare at the bride demure and dainty in her virginal veil. Lift my eyes a little to see her shed her modesty. Lusciously coquettish , an exotic eroticism as she sways to the rhythm of a wild vernal beat.

A Lament

A Lament long poem

One Life, one Fate, one Love… That one-time, ravishing, sudden love, peeling the layers of years lived in apathy, finally reaching your soul; Times, when you were anonymous to yourself, walking hollow and weary in penumbra of your life; And

Stone

Stone sonnet poems

(Tribute to the Banished Silver Surfer – he is herald again) Please tell Galactus, I can’t do his will And shine like sap that drips from putrid pine, Stare into space from some ingested pill Or from a dose of

Evaluation

Evaluation short poem

As much try shaking off odd feeling can’t avoid On face seems normalcy deep within I’m paranoid All evident brave fronts and donned blasé guise Reflect chinks in armor of societal compromise Frayed old compulsions often daunt and afflict Daubed

Fear Of The Dark

Fear Of The Dark prose poem

When black ink spills across the sky The time when ravens roam the heavens When the mythical beast gobbles up the sun Robbing me of the light I need to survive It becomes too dark for my preference. Pitch-black, that

Dissociation

Dissociation ballad

Pots of gold. Rainbows. Lala lands and Elves. Twinkling stars and lightening strikes. Bridges that end in the middle of the river and smiling babies are In my dreams. No more hurts and no more pain. No more strikes from

The Fly

The Fly short poem

The Fly lurks around putrid matter and delights in savouring human waste. The distasteful things we love to hate satisfy his insatiable taste for foul smelling things that are better cast in the bin from our very sight. He does

Gypsy

Gypsy short poem

When I look at the 2 pair of eyes, I wonder about the perception. What are the adjectives used, What are the defining values? Given the negative light, Of a self-image, And the ka-ching, Ominously amiss, I wonder, if the

The Weighing Machine And I

The Weighing Machine And I short poem

I dread the weight machine That horrible, putrid little thing It tells me lies that shatter me Clasping my throat that I can’t breathe Every time I step onto its platform The spring beneath contorts in pain It bends its

Sullied Sands

Sullied Sands short poem

Dark ink flows through trembling hands, telling of doom in distant lands with hate as fuel and tyranny it’s goal, the ink seeks to blacken the brightest soul. The sands of time blow soft through the dunes, sullied and tarnished

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An Angel

An Angel ode

Fine is the wine drops from your lips; To dance and to sing, I hold your hips; Sugary bread we eat is from your oven, An angel appeared now she is from heaven. Knowing nothing new on loving trends, Forget

Can It Be Helped?

Can It Be Helped? short poem

This mistake no question, turned into the greatest gain. I fell for you so damn hard, long before I learned your name. I can’t help that I fall in love, every time you come through my door. I don’t know

Freedom

Freedom short poem

Never sell your freedom.. Freedom does not have price… It is necessary as you breath.. It has no worth in return.. It is the charm of life.. It is the smile of eyes.. It is the voice of your inner

Don’t You Dare

Dont You Dare short poem

Where were you when I needed you the most? You left with no explanation, you lied to my face. My heart was filled with space. My head is in the clouds. You can say what you want about me. Now

Reparations

Reparations elegy

my father used to tell me that divorce was the process of losing one’s routine. 5:30 came and went without the sound of a familiar rattle from outside the door that came from my mothers keys. last night I got

Love Soulmate

Love Soulmate short poem

Oh my love, my soul-mate You are so beautiful and delicate Curve of eyebrows are so great Come on with me on a date Your presence with me on ground Will make me more happy and sound To your bounty

My Darkness

My Darkness short poem

I see the darkness. It does not take on the appearance of the description i was given as a naive child so many years ago. The darkness sees me. It sees my body, and it sees my soul. It sees

Lust To Love

Lust To Love short poem

Did you ever try To understand my lips on cozy darks of warms days of February. Your lips descended, to the salivary blast that my glands made. To feed you. For the night. And my lips as wet as yours

Bloodscape

Bloodscape short poem

Monologue of a monolith to live in a moment was futile. A young house was in disorder. Not listening, I would find the missing links. Grey ash to be smeared on forehead in horizontal lines for shifting the planets. The

The Moon-ed ‘I’…

The Moon ed ‘I’... short poem

Distance was increasing in spewing rage. I yearned for a solitude of desert sand and rocks away from musty tongues and eros. Counting my failed attempts to reconcile with exits and slant hopes. Like an eclipsed moon plying over the

I Dream Of…

I Dream Of... short poem

One passionate life, A desire to fly, All I dream of, Is living in the sky. One passionate dance, One loving kiss, One glorious night, Under the sparkling moon. One healing touch, One unexpected move, All I desire is, Your

Brief Case

Brief Case ode

Cleaned once again, my small, ash-color, brief case, That I used to take with me, on all my voyages. Ash, I liked not, but happened to be the one, I had, As none else, so small and compact, for my

The Other Side Of Truth

The Other Side Of Truth short poem

I don’t like the sound of lies But I myself speak one or two With a poker face many times Hiding the truth through and through Still I preach honesty Like I am a saint and divine Pretending to stall

Walking Stick

Walking Stick long poem

What foolishness you dear men, think of me, am a stick Mere pole, with no life nor living strength, but thy force; That you felt inactive, is my strength, me a poor branch of a tree, Cut apart and fell

Biography

Biography short poem

I escaped from the arid reunion no uncle pressing a beer can at me no cousin failing to place me in the hierarchy out past the campground boundary dry seed pods scratching my calves find an apple tree at river’s

Weaving Silence

Weaving Silence short poem

Do I have a choice before knifing the page for a meaning, when I was drowned in a nostalgia? Cinchona bark. This was my keyword for living bitterly under a tryant inciting the riots of colors. The digital death comes

Get The Hell Out Of My Dreams

Get The Hell Out Of My Dreams short poem

Well if I can’t have you then Get the Hell Out Of My Dreams It’s been a long, long time since You were mine so how long can You go on breaking my heart Every night and finding myself In

Chocolate

Chocolate short poem

A sweet treat A smooth heat A bitter bite A mellow delight A delicate taste So pleasantly placed Perfect pleasure To be had at your leisure Flavored with a hint Of refreshing peppermint An essence of orange A joy on

On freedom

On freedom short poem

I spent a lifetime Trying to be different How can I complain then, That I don’t fit in? Who is this? Why has he trapped me? Illuminated confines of ability. Decorative boundaries of relation. Soft prison cells, comfortably. If it

The First Encounter

The First Encounter short poem

On a chill dewy morning When thin fragments of mist Kidnapped the sun….and Its rays struggled to peep into this world …they saw… Our eyes playing hide and seek… By the river side … You peeped into my heart… And

Uprising

Uprising short poem

Empty hands were trying to collate the fallout after the trigger moment invited the unwelcome guest wearing explosive vest. It gives a push to throw away the paper and I walk up to the ink for a new chapter. The

Soul’s Anguish

Souls Anguish long poem

A labyrinth of red washed walls, my heart’s anguish to soar above the clouds. As I trace my scars I think of rose petals. Is my body still asking for restitution? Have I not yet paid the price? My pain

Old Friends

Old Friends long poem

You tried to drop by yesterday, So sorry I wan’t home, You left a note so you could say, I don’t have to feel all alone. I have to admit it’s probably true, Nobody understands, Nobody “gets” me like you

Pendulum

Pendulum short poem

between my guts and stars, somewhere in the middle when the heavens stands apart my mortal excellence create an exemplar focused on the divine idea the clock spins indicate the hours, pendulum swings can it be eternal? I’m closer to

The Interview

The Interview short poem

Time ticks away, Questions pour in Answers flow as crashing waves Against solid rocks The mute sky looks indifferent Is the era of clues over? Smilingly I pretend ease Watching, listening, chatting animatedly One eye on the clock Rhyming with

Seemingly Snowing

Seemingly Snowing short poem

In good old days I built adobe houses for each memory but then came flooding, freezing and again flooding even the scarecrow’s shirt discolored in our orchard with red apples However you still ask me what happened, how do I

Silence Pays

Silence Pays short poem

Silence Pays God loves without bias He is the most secular, Never ceases loving In His duty He is regular. He is nether deaf Nor He is sightless He listens to all But prefers stillness. He looks at all his

Nocturnal Friends

Nocturnal Friends short poem

Can you hear the rustling in the trees? Can you feel the warm breeze on your face? I hear the singing of my friends, I feel their delightful presence. They are out there on the fields, dancing in circles with

I Choose

I Choose short poem

I Choose, To be quiet, for the fear of being unheard To weep to self, for the fear of being thought as weird. I Choose, To ignore, for the fear of my rage being keen To laugh, for the fear