? Ysircopyh? - Poem by Gil Gregorio
It's been the mother of pride:
the energizer of stiffneckedness,
a piercing pin of lewdness,
a coagulator of abominations,
a creator of gross destructions!
It's the rust of the soul:
a flaming heat of lasciviousness
that thrills every bone and flesh;
an outpouring of evil from within,
a tumultous agony engraven.
It's a pinch of sensitive skin:
a piercing pain of heart's burn
enabling the rotten wound to nip;
an outburst of hidden anger
cutting through unexpected provocation!
Comments about ? Ysircopyh? by Gil Gregorio
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye