Pus Poems - Poems about Pus

...As hapless vapors of decay, surround us, suffocating the fecund earth. A blanket of suffocating grey, born from the diseased aspirations of humanity. We, the self-appointed masters of a planet in sha......Read the rest...

... I can churn stomachs, with a stench of truth An abscess filled with maggots, pus profuse As I feed off gunk, new nerve ends take root Raw language in my words, not gross abuse Yes! I am dis......Read the rest...

...As I ascend the podium, a predator of piquant pontifications, my eyes ravage the assemblage of adversaries, their countenances a canvas of consternation and morbid fascination. The atmosphere is heav......Read the rest...

...Acnes are craters When sudden it will erupt Of lava or pus.......Read the rest...

...Beneath the pall of an eldritch moon, the library, a mausoleum of forgotten epochs, loomed ominously. Its silhouette, birth......Read the rest...

...a carcass is moving out from the white of the eye it is so all-consuming dots form in lines on the absentee spine dry undefined lumps are soft and infusing the bruises and rind and the opal c......Read the rest...

... Earth Eulogy By Mark D. Stucky She was a good planet, put to death in her prime by a pandemic of people. Homo-sapiens was a disease with mutating and metastasizing ......Read the rest...

...My Uncle Carbuncle lived all alone, In a very small house made all of stone. No one called him or ever came by, Just a hermit by choice, My Oh My! My Mother's Brother and a real sad sack, Had ......Read the rest...

...We enter the town with no preconceived notion about what was going on; we just wanted to dine at a good restaurant and sing some invigorating songs. The atmosphere was clear, our spirit was fine and ......Read the rest...

...There are bastards in the world, too many of them for my liking, but they don’t care about my likes or dislikes for they are bastards. Bastards!! Hollowed out beings filled with a pus......Read the rest...

...I’d rather be a whistleblower Fighting for the right Then just another thistle grower Plucking out of sight A whistleblower blows to be The keeper of our crimes A thistle-mower painfully Is ......Read the rest...

...A sweet aroma is coming from the kitchen, but I don’t know what is actually cooking but the sweet spicy scent perfume the atmosphere sending up a dust storm in the air, and the wind comes with a bang......Read the rest...

...Perhaps you're apathetic to my ministrations fatigued by my futile attempts at suturing the suppurating wounds inflicted by others who came before me much like those I suffer both of our spiri......Read the rest...

...I remember the days before spring break being pregnant with buzzes Of stirring summer drafts that rubbed elbows with me in the museum, in that hotel in St. Louis Where his visage turned a new leaf ......Read the rest...

...Distant breathing freezes winter in my bones and dredges my soul for the sowing of rotten seeds, Foul flowers on trees infested by festering fruit emerge tangled from the ichor churning mud that b......Read the rest...