a germ has infected
Elizabeth Squires

a germ has infected
the Hello Poetry site
it is much worse
than a mosquito's bite

fast spreading
is its very nasty spores
in the layers of dermis
one sees its grubby paws

quarantining the place
is a massive task
as the germ has escaped
from its insecure flask

precautions must be taken
by all members here
remember to pop on
your safety gear

you'll all be wanting
to be informed of scourge
which at this site
has been having a splurge

the plagiarizing bug
is omnipresent be forewarned
and those who've been at it
should be well scorned

the room is no secret.  my native tongue is the blade of a found knife.  in the tackle-box my father left me are all the parts I need for a dove.  I am trying to make blood.  my father had a robotic arm nothing could land on.  I have for an apron an infant.  some of the room is getting on my face.  some of my face on my hands.

I feel like a germ
Bridget Allyson

I feel like a germ
An infection
A plague.
I feel like an alien
A being
A thing.
I am matter
Air
Space.
I am nothing
Non-existent
A face.

Again this is another one I wrote that I eventually put into my book. I was depressed, but when I wrote this I was so happy that I FINALLY found the right words to convey exactly the way I feel every day.
Germ said.
Marshall Ellis
Marshall Ellis
Mar 21, 2012

Germel had the dead-eye stare like he was
going
to
puke.

"Bruh,
smoke this,
let it
cool
down,"
I said.

"You're on it right now,"
Germ said.

But he took a hit.

Germ and I were smoked
and drunk,
we'd been at it
for the last hour.

And over that time,
love had reached
it's middle finger
into my heart.

had pulled the hurt
right
out
with a single knuckle
and a single
digit.

Sometimes bud
will
do
that.

I wanted Germ to be all right,
as I dealt with the tornado
inside.

So much pain
on a sunday night,
so much
anger.

I wanted to punch
everything,
especially
those dumb
happy
lovers.

I watched Germ puke in the bushes.

And
I felt awful
because I knew
she'd finally dipped on me,
and that
was
puke
enough.

your germ sings !
Third Eye Candy
Third Eye Candy
Oct 15, 2011

bathe your slow gin smile in gossamer moss
an epiphyte
of long miles above thought !
your germ sings !

this love
dilutes proof of plain facts.
the obvious; obscured by the harsh aye of No !
a black white
fiending  for gray
and
Oatmeal paint
and
lint.

peeling from the  seam of lost moments.

Germ’s Germ be where?
Emily Dickinson

998

Best Things dwell out of Sight
The Pearl—the Just—Our Thought.

Most shun the Public Air
Legitimate, and Rare—

The Capsule of the Wind
The Capsule of the Mind

Exhibit here, as doth a Burr—
Germ’s Germ be where?

A germ appears
Rodrigo de la O
Rodrigo de la O
Dec 9, 2012

Hate and spite
The idea of He
Just another dog
An Alpha

Beta knowledge advances
The Alpha becomes Real
Hate dissolves
Spite burns away
A germ appears
Pink and soft
Kindness

And so color returns
And the Laughter returns

God is a better story

and 100% germ free
Paul Hardwick
Paul Hardwick
Nov 28, 2013

How can this be
I am
100% Me,
NOW improved.

I do not think i have change
but i am 100% newer than I was
cleans in parts like no other
and 100% germ free
demands nothing but the best
but settled for you
I am PAUL
100% better and New and IMPROVED.

Burnt pills, The southern germ fasting northern lights and serene akim
Third Eye Candy
Third Eye Candy
Apr 27, 2013

Burnt pills, The southern germ fasting northern lights and serene akimbo.
some jagged ripples and the placid godiva
our horse, back, but our blind worms !
the stumble of surety, limping through the coffins
of our glib sleep.

we unmirth the Ferris Wheel

but have no one.

 
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