"rottings" poems - Hello Poetry

Ring around the rottings Of the burning bodies Ashes, ashes, we all fall down Ring around the masses Smiling through the ashes Fire, fire, we all burn in Hell Ring around the decayed Tiring games that we played Silence, silence, no one is alive Ring around the whispers On all our mouths are zippers Gruesome, gruesome, ways to die Ring around the darkness Which fills all of our hearts Eyes sewed, eyes sewed, eyes sewed shut Ring around the stumbles the trippings and the troubles Crumble, crumble, we're all trapped Ring around the newborn As we are reborn Sightless, hungry, we eat all Ring around the children Hungry once again Eat up, eat up, before they're gone Ring around the parking meters They will never leave here Never, escape, fully alive Ring around the insane For we've eaten their brains Gnawing, gnawing, at last full Ring around the trashings Of the goings and the passings Time is, time is, falling down Ring around the table Not to pray, we're unable Stabbing, ruthless, together now Ring around the fires Smoke goes up in spires Ashes, ashes, more children rain down Ring around the ashes We pull out our secret stashes Flesh of who we used to be Ring around the old flesh Stretching over the rest Children, children, you'll be reborn Ring around the needles To sew the eyes with beetles Stitch, stitch, sew, sew, you're all beautiful Ring around the knives to stab and slash children of all sizes Soon, soon, you'll be like us Ring around their blood Bubbling and hissing into the mud You won't need that anymore Ring around the whispers The reborn all need their mouth zippers Hold still, it won't hurt, see? Now, it's done Ring around the embers We now have more members Of our insane democracy Ring around your street Your house is pretty neat Maybe, if you're lucky, you'll be next Ring around the gallows Hidden in the shadows Tying, tying, you'll choke now Ring around the findings You didn't leave a sign of Struggle, struggle, or bleeding out

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Dec 16, 2016

Dec 16, 2016 at 8:40 AM UTC

Xphaedos

Ring Around

Ring around the rottings Of the burning bodies Ashes, ashes, we all fall down Ring around the masses Smiling through the ashes Fire, fire, we all burn in Hell Ring around the decayed Tiring games that we played Silence, silence, no one is alive Ring around the whispers On all our mouths are zippers Gruesome, gruesome, ways to die Ring around the darkness Which fills all of our hearts Eyes sewed, eyes sewed, eyes sewed shut Ring around the stumbles the trippings and the troubles Crumble, crumble, we're all trapped Ring around the newborn As we are reborn Sightless, hungry, we eat all Ring around the children Hungry once again Eat up, eat up, before they're gone Ring around the parking meters They will never leave here Never, escape, fully alive Ring around the insane For we've eaten their brains Gnawing, gnawing, at last full Ring around the trashings Of the goings and the passings Time is, time is, falling down Ring around the table Not to pray, we're unable Stabbing, ruthless, together now Ring around the fires Smoke goes up in spires Ashes, ashes, more children rain down Ring around the ashes We pull out our secret stashes Flesh of who we used to be Ring around the old flesh Stretching over the rest Children, children, you'll be reborn Ring around the needles To sew the eyes with beetles Stitch, stitch, sew, sew, you're all beautiful Ring around the knives to stab and slash children of all sizes Soon, soon, you'll be like us Ring around their blood Bubbling and hissing into the mud You won't need that anymore Ring around the whispers The reborn all need their mouth zippers Hold still, it won't hurt, see? Now, it's done Ring around the embers We now have more members Of our insane democracy Ring around your street Your house is pretty neat Maybe, if you're lucky, you'll be next Ring around the gallows Hidden in the shadows Tying, tying, you'll choke now Ring around the findings You didn't leave a sign of Struggle, struggle, or bleeding out

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Barely a few years out the womb Already they seek to entomb To drag me by my feet To fulfill the ends they seek Riddle me this With a flavorless kiss Words whispered to my ears ******* away my human bliss I want to be free But they place me In a numbers game With many a name Dear Lord! With your empty words I am a number on a list Each contributing to this ever-growing cyst Test me, test me Let me see "Learn what we teach" I say practice what you preach You leech Government daycare Slowly killing their clientele The ones who came unwilling Shackled in laws Under scrutinizing stares Of the systems eariler products The ones who need to be molded To fuel the ever growning hellfire Turn The Wheel! Be a Cog! Our beasts of burden Seeds for the next crop Reaped, to grow our grain To labor in vain While we grow fat Lard-laden Why do we subject ourselves to this When right in our grasp Is bliss? It'd only require An amount most dire Blood made green Filled with rottings of evil hearts

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Mar 27, 2017

Mar 27, 2017 at 8:20 PM UTC

Ignis

Dragged In

Barely a few years out the womb Already they seek to entomb To drag me by my feet To fulfill the ends they seek Riddle me this With a flavorless kiss Words whispered to my ears ******* away my human bliss I want to be free But they place me In a numbers game With many a name Dear Lord! With your empty words I am a number on a list Each contributing to this ever-growing cyst Test me, test me Let me see "Learn what we teach" I say practice what you preach You leech Government daycare Slowly killing their clientele The ones who came unwilling Shackled in laws Under scrutinizing stares Of the systems eariler products The ones who need to be molded To fuel the ever growning hellfire Turn The Wheel! Be a Cog! Our beasts of burden Seeds for the next crop Reaped, to grow our grain To labor in vain While we grow fat Lard-laden Why do we subject ourselves to this When right in our grasp Is bliss? It'd only require An amount most dire Blood made green Filled with rottings of evil hearts

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Dude is wide awake His waking void understill Five minuteplastic The water congeals loudly In front of his tonsure Explode out of oceans of salt To empty that illuminated ditch When he parts She supine in other days Out of a matter filled gas Over the shell of wellness Or feather brush The risen Antigone Stuffed in her tonsure Obviously never hearing the lie Which carries darkness Away from valleys of pride The silence of the watchful Dullard A cold stillness ******* in the forms Exposing the Moon She ****** medicine out of her mother's Nose Crawled clothed Into her father's chair Healing her mother's solidity ("Forget her") Easy to remember the day After the wake She was found in the concrete And the mother stuck in Her grown-up gums She tears his sickness Not an apathetic **** Away from him, black tendon Reinforcing his unity Without blunt gums Eternity is drawing her hateful grunts Of none these abrasive poems We were a tiny Tonsure Of the naked *** Or a pristine sweetbird Those sated turkeys are cowards Empty of reverence The sands were still Of the red corpuscles In that second spirit Our divorce was undone Sated Against the white Moon out of his foot Sated in the noise This chills The rejected plans of the impossible That flitter on possibilities Look behind ye The rottings of all that remains Never staring into Junkyards of roses Physical waterspray Waking forest man And she, last of the truly ignorant A whisp burying opiates Nightmares And the obvious Potent dwarves squinting up From tiny depths On those haters Who cool And freeze And remain inert, careless, the missing stumps They stop shrinking "You lose what you don't want" He tells her His oft-described tonsure Was in his toenails "Confidence is a weak malady Go away waking octogenarian Go to sleep, Go to sleep..."

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Jan 11, 2018

Jan 11, 2018 at 9:17 PM UTC

james-arthur-casey

from the depths of a shallow creek

Dude is wide awake His waking void understill Five minuteplastic The water congeals loudly In front of his tonsure Explode out of oceans of salt To empty that illuminated ditch When he parts She supine in other days Out of a matter filled gas Over the shell of wellness Or feather brush The risen Antigone Stuffed in her tonsure Obviously never hearing the lie Which carries darkness Away from valleys of pride The silence of the watchful Dullard A cold stillness ******* in the forms Exposing the Moon She ****** medicine out of her mother's Nose Crawled clothed Into her father's chair Healing her mother's solidity ("Forget her") Easy to remember the day After the wake She was found in the concrete And the mother stuck in Her grown-up gums She tears his sickness Not an apathetic **** Away from him, black tendon Reinforcing his unity Without blunt gums Eternity is drawing her hateful grunts Of none these abrasive poems We were a tiny Tonsure Of the naked *** Or a pristine sweetbird Those sated turkeys are cowards Empty of reverence The sands were still Of the red corpuscles In that second spirit Our divorce was undone Sated Against the white Moon out of his foot Sated in the noise This chills The rejected plans of the impossible That flitter on possibilities Look behind ye The rottings of all that remains Never staring into Junkyards of roses Physical waterspray Waking forest man And she, last of the truly ignorant A whisp burying opiates Nightmares And the obvious Potent dwarves squinting up From tiny depths On those haters Who cool And freeze And remain inert, careless, the missing stumps They stop shrinking "You lose what you don't want" He tells her His oft-described tonsure Was in his toenails "Confidence is a weak malady Go away waking octogenarian Go to sleep, Go to sleep..."

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