Blood Poems
Bloody Fantasy
by Author Reinvented
The eyes watching me;
Exciting, excited.
Blood, dripping now.
We lust.
The razor sharp edge,
Slicing, cutting,
The sharp intake of breath
No tears.
......
The Dirty Robe
by Carl Rex
I got a clean white robe
It was all neat and pure
God bade me show it to the globe
Keep it safe n secure
I roamed all o'er the world
Most Joyous as I was
To all my precious robe unfurled
Displayed my pride and cause
......
sidewalk
by Bogdan Dragos
I am a sidewalk
one upon whom your
feet dragged heavy and
wet and tired
and I wonder where you
are going
and where you're coming
from
......
I would like to look at the sky
by Mattia Tarantino
I would like to look at the sky, but the stars
open my blood and disturb
the verses on the mouths of the dead:
tonight my mother will not participate
to the breaking of the bread, she will not allow
neither laughs nor prayers, she will turn
all the names down and override them;
tonight my father will not remember
......
Ol’ Bloody Brush
by Bogdan Dragos
the old man stank
but he
stank more
of booze and cheap
tobacco than
filth
his mouth missed
a lot of
teeth
......
Autumn
by Mattia Tarantino
For some time now the leaves have been uncertain,
the sky doesn't sink
into their dark veins, where the tangled blood
turns down and falls.
This morning a rounding sparrow sang,
announcing the catastrophe.
Evil At The Wayward Inn
by Faith Brigham
'No more boarders,'
the inn keeper spewed
raising her arms in the air.
People once came to the inn in droves
because it was a quaint little structure
with flower beds surrounding it
It stood on the outskirts of town
a darling little place it was
that is until the unthinkable occurred
......
dead horse surgery
by Grace McDonough
You are not the one I hate.
In fact,
I loved that blue eye--
I saw it in my sleep
I see it before me.
Your hands were not the ones I wished to escape.
They were long,
Strong,
Kind sometimes.
......
sometimes I think I'm just too good for you
by Bogdan Dragos
He jumped off the building and
the metallic wings carried
him high
towards the clouds
where others like him swam in absolute
bliss
but then something
hit his head
and
......
you exist most of the time
by Bogdan Dragos
you don't exist when
my eyes are open
you don't exist when
my blood's not poisoned
when my soul's at peace
when my gut is full
and when I'm in company
So you exist most of the time
dear muse
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