Filthy

Dine On Swine And Wine
Drink, drink and be Meri Tease the palate with fine wine Drink, drink and be Meri Savor the fruit of the vine Drink, drink and be full of glee Gulp, gulp and swallow even more No more wine, dine now on swine Choke down the meat of pig Force it down, all the way down In your gullet it will sit, and stew This not what you thought Or not what you knew Gluttony be yours, and yours alone The trumpets, calling you home. It’s your judgement all alone Gluttony, gluttony, Gluttony,gluttony (softer) Gluttony, gluttony, (even softer) Gluttony, gluttony, (faint) Gluttony ,(whisper) _-_-_ MgM
By Vinn Black6 months ago in Poets
Love and Porcupines
Love and porcupines Go together like cyanide and wine A deliciously disastrous embrace Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian6 months ago in Poets
Crimson Moon Over Solitude
Beneath a sky of velvet dreams, Where silence hums and starlight gleams, A blood-red moon begins to rise— A lantern hung in midnight skies.
By Fazal Malik6 months ago in Poets
Whispers of the Setting Sun
A golden hush falls on the sea, Where time dissolves so tenderly, The sun descends in molten grace, And paints with fire the sky's embrace.
By Fazal Malik6 months ago in Poets
King of the Dying Light
Upon the rock where shadows fall, He stands alone, yet towers all, With eyes like fire and breath so deep, He guards the dusk while others sleep.
By Fazal Malik6 months ago in Poets
“Whispers Beneath the Crimson Sun”
Beneath a sky where fire meets peace, The crimson sun begins to cease, Its bleeding light on waters still, A hush upon the island hill.
By Fazal Malik6 months ago in Poets
POEM - Hard Rainbows
In lands where silence speaks in storms, And sunlight hides from shape and form, There rise the arcs that pain has known—
By Jacky Kapadia6 months ago in Poets
POEM - I Grew The Forest
I did not find the forest—no, I grew it. Not from grand design or divine whisper, But from earth-broken palms, From a silence aching for life.
By Jacky Kapadia6 months ago in Poets
The Fight to Exist
I do not always speak the things that coil and churn beneath my smile the war just to exist, to breathe without a price affixed to every breath.
By Cadma6 months ago in Poets
"The Whispering Wand"
Upon a pedestal carved in grace, Where shadows dance and stars embrace, A wand of power, old and wise, Stirs silence with enchanted sighs.
By Fazal Malik6 months ago in Poets
"The Spellbound Pages"
In twilight’s hush, upon worn wood, An ancient tome in silence stood. Its pages curled with whispered age, Yet danced like spirits on a stage.
By Fazal Malik6 months ago in Poets
“The Magician's Flame”
In a velvet night where silence hums, A magician stands — the showman comes. With eyes like still and stormless seas, He bends the stars with practiced ease.
By Fazal Malik6 months ago in Poets