Stanley Wilkin Jan 20
FOG

In London-
a hollowed out city-
the fog
is returning-creeping
back-

A poisonous invisible/white
sheet
salivating over
supine cars, insinuating
its baptismal
seed
into open mouths-
sinking into gutters
emerging undigested
from empty drains.

it crawls around the Shard
clutches
each ancient bridge
yellowing
in its pilgrimage  

it has returned-
IT
The Thing-
ghastly
in its plans.

A resurrection
that requires no death!

I called what we had
"A poisonous relationship"

I apologize but it's true
You made me physically ill
I had to medicate myself
In order to put up with you
And your apathy
And your people pleasing
And your mother and her fake religion

You made me sick
Like poison
Maybe not cyanide arsenic or mercury
Because I'm not dead
I'm healing
I'm getting better
Despite drinking your poison for such a long time I'm still here
Detoxing

Do every single girl a favour
Stay away from her

No doubt that it is impossible for the taste to find
Beauty with its shocking glare makes one just blind
Love and beauty require an eternal chain to bind
Every beautiful girl has a poisonous snake behind

Love is not a poison but it definitely is a deadly sin
Mostly heart is taken away by a black mole on chin
Beauty may be apparent or deep down in the skin
At times it becomes impossible hand of love to win

Let me grace your beauty with over enthusiastic love
For the kindness my heart and soul are bound to bow
Let me see lines of fortune on your hand remove glow
Then tell me the way where to meet when and just how

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

Aubrey Oct 2016

My first apple was sweetly poisonous and now I search every  tree to find an apple that is as deadly as my first pick.

Pauline Russell Mar 2016

I am just fruit from the poisonous tree
That stands by the crimson sea

All day and night you can hear my plea
As I scream like the lonely banshee

My life must be written in a decree
That I only receive pain in diffrent degrees

My life is like a fierce sand flea
It makes me hurt in places I don't see

Until it's to late, wont it just let me be
With all of this misfortune I must disagree

I guess I was born from that old ashe tree
Because ashes is all that surrounds me

This desolation of misery I beg to flee
From this strife and depression I long to be free

The Lonely Bard Jan 2016

There blew winds of change,
Immoral they made me forget,
Forget the pure form of love.

Entwined around this heart,
The dreadful poisonous creeper,
How they suck all life inside.

Perhaps you misunderstood,
Blaming someone else I am not,
Because I was the gardener.

My HP Poem #958
©Atul Kaushal
TheDaisyDancer Aug 2015

I say goodbye,
And I know you already forgotten about me.

Because you know prettier girls,
Than I could ever be.

And I keep going back to you,
Like the fruit on a poisonous tree.

SATAN'S GIRL Jul 2015

Poison fills up my veins
She truly knows my pain
At least it seems that way
Are my thoughts in vain?
I can't help but to wonder,
Am I just insane?

Kerri Jul 2015

The sweet, toxic smell of her perfume
like poisonous berries
seeps through my veins,
saturates my heart,
and floats in my memory,
like that last sip of wine
before the haze.
Rocking my inner being
and tickling my carnal sensations,
until my body is as awake
as my soul is.
Cradled in her lingering scent
until it wafts away as she does,
leaving me lifeless on the floor.

Kathleen M Jun 2015

I've got a craving
A craving to feel the ground beneath my feet
To cover as many miles as I can
I've got to get out
get away
Distance the only measure of progress
Detach and disappear
Clean break
Amputation without a phantom itch
So tired of this steel and glass cage
City structures and the suffocating stench of decline
I feel it in every pore and cell
Run
I feel the decay devouring me
Get out of this poisonous atmosphere
Before it kills you

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