Viscous Poems

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

Stop The Hate

Stop The Hate long poem

Bruh, I know your up but it’s getting late I got to make peace with you Hommie I have bitten off more then I could chew I’m sweating from the new day’s sun now I know your in for a

Poems containing references to : Viscous

Famous Husband

Famous Husband short poem

A short poem wondering on the aspects of fame. A rock-star husband leaves childhood sweetheart, his wife, during his heydays, only to find that destiny often misleads, when things have to go wrong. Those loving, beautiful eyes of yours.. Oh,

In The Zone

In The Zone short poem

whispers… through the dark deranged portals you evoke fear filled with angelic fervor on it’s textual base yet we dig much deep then ever before cries in the dark will light the spark of what we need to know still

Lonely World

Lonely World prose poem

The fragility and passion that emits blood as viscous and crimson as the hue and cry of her inhabitants… The sad, tormented and sorrowful soul of this groaning entity of life and death with her terminal sickness… That hangs, suspended…and

Gooey Music

Gooey Music prose poem

Slowly, poured out of the blind carafe, like honey for our ears. You intoxicate every cell of me. Are you shaped to hold the viscous music filling us up ever so slowly? Almost off beat, almost the same rhythm, almost

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

Fallen Angels

Fallen Angels long poem

Fallen Angels The prince of the power of the air Doesn’t even really seem to care Lucifer was in heaven once A shining light to his domain The he let his pride get in the way Was thrown out of

Old Man Zombie

Old Man Zombie long poem

couples run naked then plunge into the vast sea laughter ensues… through the duration of the night a flock of birds with intense sounds In the distance the still silence then an old man appears gets into his boat and

Heavy Metal

Heavy Metal long poem

The heavy metal series of poetry demonstrates an inner ability to speak words of kindness; Toward the resolve of the 1980’s heavy metal scene; To demonstrate a reasonable high calibur of interest; To the average novice of intellect, It’s plausible

Ode To The Budgerigar

Ode To The Budgerigar short poem

Sometimes I feel really rotten Like someone’s dumped me in a moat And all the world’s against me I cut and bruise and they gloat When I climb out of that well of hell The viscous brown liquid drips along

Dark Passages

Dark Passages long poem

Switch blade cross bones Skulls branded in a dark forbidden mast Asylums howl of the mentally insane Grafted in my brain once again Demonic emblems viscous fighting soldiers Once again off again romance with tarot cards Alone petrified evil cavity

Dark Gothic Heart

Dark Gothic Heart long poem

I look to the sea viral implications take me to the surf along the rocky ledge leads to an old abandoned house you hear the intense pounding of the waves outside a cobblestone walkway lines the entrance to the inclosure

Bitterness Of Luscious Words

Bitterness Of Luscious  Words long poem

And there I was crawling out of the wee hole down the earth, tired by the faith darkness and the humble warmth of the mother earth . It is sultry rather very torrid out here , the frozen blood of

Poetic Tapestry

Poetic Tapestry long poem

5 Newest Pieces By Mario William Vitale Springstein Diapers & Wine later on in the village their were aristocrats and thinkers junkies, flunkies & hippies the poetry added to the mood a cosmic tapestry the pool of Springstein on the

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I am not who I used to be My mind and body, two different seas That conflict throughout the time Someone else’s, or is it mine? I cannot hope to understand For I am not from that exact land. I

The Rose

The Rose short poem

O, the magnificent rose, What beauty you behold, Emotions you hold Makes me hesitate to come close. O, the spectacular rose, You colored with dangerous red, Seems no one shall dread To take a step close. What beautiful thorns you

Forgotten Prayers

Forgotten Prayers prose poem

I have no magic words to heal your heart; I’ve caused deep wounds–black and blue and raw. The memories, like relentless scavengers, they gnaw To tear the fragile sinew of our love apart. Your thoughts, I know, are like serrated

Enigma

Enigma short poem

The last signs of man’s existence, Are a full forty miles away. The flowers blooming in nascence, Are scattered all along my way. The last thing from out yonder, Is this serpentine stream beside, Leaving me and I to ponder,

Prescribed Tranquillizers

Prescribed Tranquillizers short poem

That’s it! Now that’s the stuff! More drugs. Damn doctors, actually believe this is fair? With their fancy and witty mugs: With careless hugs, And their snobby shrugs. The older pretentious ones don’t even have hair, Just cheap and obvious

The Garden Of Life

The Garden Of Life short poem

From a carpet of green, the colours emerge, as if untouched, since birth, by human hand. Some stretch towards the warmth of the sun. In a shaded corner, others rest in small space, unassuming. Some separate and spread themselves, climbing

Sober

Sober short poem

Dragging the floor, Like a mangled doll. Facing a decrepit wall, Rip it off like paper. The blackness of void, Like a pool of ice water. Out a silver hand outstretches, Rippling the wall. You’re pulled inside, soaked by the

Angel Forever

Angel Forever short poem

I wonder… When I look at an empty street… When I look at an empty home… When I look at your empty chair… In a war, how can everything be fair? I look at our young son, He’s just started

Senses Of Love

Senses Of Love long poem

She is the color of dusk, Just before it begins to rain. A shade of orange From the setting sun, A pinch of yellow, From the street lamps, A sprinkle of red, From the pregnant clouds. There is a name

Twisted Roles

Twisted Roles short poem

I tend lovingly my husband, present savior, shareholder of my future pains of old age. But, he is in my place and I am in his role. I nourished warmly my innocent children my blessed off-springs of happy home, future

Invisible

Invisible prose poem

Can you see me? As I lie vulnerable on the rigid floor with you? Can you feel the fear that radiates from my trembling body? The piercing cries echoing in my mind are deafening, but my voice has lost it’s

Reflections

Reflections short poem

I could feel it stir, Arousing from a deep sleep outside time, lingering in the shadows, Shying away from the naked light, Throbbing in sync with my melodramatic heart, Almost ripping the fabric of my skin. I could feel it

Inseperable

Inseperable short poem

Birth is possible only on union of couple Fossils grow only in mother’s womb An infant sucks only the mother’s milk Boats can sail only on water Vehicles can move only on land Living beings can walk only on breathing

Enough

Enough short poem

A leached amputee living with stumps of flawless dying. Round and round, blindfolded moving in circle, drawn by rhyming bells. Perhaps you need to suffer with the drunken race of snipers. I am in the silent valley of barefoot secrets

Mirage

Mirage short poem

A futurist virginity in black rose was seeking posthumous award for immoral kisses of thorns. Unaware of lethal thighs skipping the lunar landscape at night. Were you going to leap over the mountains curling across the glaciers of white pain?

A Refugee

A Refugee prose poem

(1) A refugee searches out for his home. Suddenly, when dust lands down on his eyelids, he cries out: ‘Eureka, Eureka, I found out a hole’. (2) My wife and me had a dream; We said, we shall have our

Veiled Inferno

Veiled Inferno short poem

Take it to the doors of heart: features are same, of whores and nuns. Small steps, big hands move towards the blood-gates of ropes to pluck the thorns from books. Tomorrow was yet to come. Today it is bloodbath in

Pretty Hurts

Pretty Hurts short poem

She didn’t cry pretty. She cried like her tears were blood Flowing from the vein Where the shards of glass Were put to ease the pain She didn’t cry pretty. She cried like it burns Like the first sip of

The Eve Of St Agnes: A Fragment.

The Eve Of St Agnes: A Fragment. long poem

‘Twas on the eve of St Agnes’ Day, When young virgin’s minds fly astray; Stacey lay her body bare To January’s freezing air. She cast her liquid ebon eyes, Up to the boundless starry skies, Hoping to find in that

Infinity

Infinity short poem

Drowning in my blood the vampire had the lapse of consciousness. I embraced the night without moon. Why does it happen day in and day out? You allowed the blood sucking which was the choice for unanswering of unpleasent questions.

The Secret

The Secret short poem

It’s a secret Not for the Loathsome For if they knew exactly what to do They will vilificate it Written in code Only in pictures like a puzzle All you have known Was don’t believe what you see or hear

Once I Wondered

Once I Wondered short poem

I wondered to see the sky And saw those birds flying with the clouds high, who once being chicks tried to fly As if trying to reach their destination Then my eyes went on an ant Taking a small piece

Love N’ Judgement

Love N Judgement short poem

Cast down thy irreverent staff of judgment! Train your thoughts of vile intention upon thyself Cohort in honor to know thy standing before another Turn ambiguous behavior to the good of another’s help! Upon the wish and hope of future

Les Enfants Adorent

Les Enfants Adorent short poem

Strolling around in an apathetic fashion nothing could hex me in that party I mulled over the opulence of the luxe lulus Out of the blue , I witness a scene so unprecedented a lad of 7 or 8 ,

Andrew

Andrew short poem

You’re so good. “your imperfections make you perfect.” you said that to me. is this how family trees begin? I can’t say something that I don’t know I want to know to know everything I want to know if you’ll

Eternity

Eternity short poem

An exotic world,never dreamt off Mystified thoughts gone through Enslaved from earthly bond Ruthful darkness no more haunting Howling soul in search of other Found my own reflection over’n over Elegance of moment pulls me harder To prodigious circle of