Grotesque Poems - Poems about Grotesque

...Feet patter through the leaves of the oak wood Her breaths frantic blond hair bent back Stops swivels and pivots seeing all she could Body sways and she prays for air to catch Then she see it lu......Read the rest...

...To Be sung to Cruella DeVille song Marietta DeVil, cut snip Marietta DeVil, Marietta DeVil She wants nibble of meat, pregnant pulse vile to fill Just an itty bitty bite to kill Marietta, ......Read the rest...

...The world tilts into a crescendo, manifesting a lure of viral plague, pervasive and fangs virulent, sickening coquettish carnivorous creatures. Why bother with their musings, why care? A qu......Read the rest...

...What say you naive with all your poultice, foolish fervor to your reverie!?” “Mark me damned but you better hope I die,” otherwise I’ll be peeling your hide, ......Read the rest...

...Eyeless it manifested from the depths of the abyssal darkness of the woods. Hide reflective more muscle almost fleshless ribbon peeled back skull necklace. Limbs contort and pop grotesque as it mov......Read the rest...

...Mein kampf synonymous as a blooper Writer of these words, a former Lower Providence inhabitant, who dwelled within darkest depths of Dante Alighieri's inferno for most of his outlandish, impis......Read the rest...

...Race riot I went to a dancing competition, little did I know it was naked dancing by grotesque old people the young in the audience laughed till their faces became a mask of horror, looking  a......Read the rest...

....Evil A wormy apple bruised bread crawling with weevils Mottled black and blue Essences of evil Skull and crossbones warn deadly poisonous gas Tortured cries and moans Creepy sutured mask ......Read the rest...

...The Haunting of the Moon She comes when the Moon is heavy With wishes from many a maid Who with passionate longing, Their dreams upon it laid She comes when night is warmest In the time o......Read the rest...

...n icy chill descends on 13 Beaver Veil Cottage as sisters Ester and Ellie walk gingerly up the steps on this wet and windy night. This once charming pied-a-terre was now in a final phase denouement.......Read the rest...

...In a world of confusion Its all an illusion Of mentally abusing The masses at large It’s not surprising That humanity Is downsizing And mutating into the grotesque All at the behest Of the......Read the rest...

...When I pen lines, fresh thoughts of Vincent van Gogh strike me! How, with palette and brushes, he breathed life's scenes onto blank canvases long ago: coasts, countrysides, sunflowers, a......Read the rest...

...A second ago. Yes just a second, she was beautiful beyond comparison. Not a wrinkle or a frown line. Succulent lips, glowing skin. Gorgeous hair cascading down her back. Even her hands we......Read the rest...

...Limericks IX Scratch-n-Sniff by Michael R. Burch The world’s first antinatalist limerick? Life comes with a terrible catch: It’s like starting a fire with a match. Though the flames m......Read the rest...

...Under streetlights In the silence of snow I am back when my breath was last this loud Electric You tug at my t shirt with your left hand and your nails graze my skin Our pupils dilate, dist......Read the rest...