Bowels Poems - Poems about Bowels

So are you a rabbit then? I stare at the weird little guy. What is he? Salesman? Coffin seller or news reporter? Who wants to know? I ask. Putting my pocket watch back into my giant pocket. You might be the...Read the rest...

BOWELS OF WAR Putin death-drone bombs; Diarrhea-hate flowing down— Children flushed away…...Read the rest...

Only poo can make this world seem bright Only poo can make what's heavy light Only poo and poo alone can thrill me to the bone So I fill my toilet to the brim with poo....Read the rest...

Africa my continent I remember you today as always The cradle of civilization The land of great and revered warriors Endowed extravagantly with all God’s natural resources Africa my continent The land of great promise Africa of Achebe’s Things fall Apart, I...Read the rest...

The corn flakes flew acRoss the room, The raisins hung in air, Eruption sticky as the glue, Vibrating rectum fair, He slung a towel about his waist, He needed a a flaming shower, But then the bowel in recital haste, Did paint...Read the rest...

Rondelet : (Nuclear) Rot in bowels Rot in bowels Sealed tight in cans, retarded bombs Rot in bowels Nuclear waste Earth sucks capsules Poisoned gift to children in dumps Let’s dance in White Night till Hell comes (Nuclear) Rot in bowels. © T....Read the rest...

The bowels of madness Trekked with dark watchful eye Through terror and agony- The fever of society unconscious Vault these cliffs With steel backed bone Alone, dangling Then, as the dawn shown The most riveting surprise Rejuvenation through soil Rushing, penetrate the surface Of mass hypnosis You...Read the rest...

From the bowels of The Pyramids Like the spinning drip of an Atomic molecule She rose above Sizzled my soul With sweet sensations of love Ah, Isis, godess of magic and fertility melted away my icicles With flamed passion of fire Satisfied those touching...Read the rest...

Satan in my bowels All I can say is 'ow' Cringing and churning My biscuits are burning I’m praying for relief Some sort of lanolin leaf Wondering why I wasn’t born Before the devil had horns Squatting in the bush Mourning my tortured...Read the rest...