Bad Poems - Poems about Bad

I determined to take seize of a lightning bolt! Paused at every tree. Flashed and thundered all about – stood by every metal post, just to see if God wanted me. Went to the nearest church… prayed for a voice or sign: and from behind the altar heard a gulping sound, pastor draining the sacrament wine. Not a good day....

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Nutritious food, how bad can it be? I stood in the organic section, wanting to pee. Aren’t you glad you came with me? This was my healthy cousin, Little Lulu Lee I will meet you in the park said her brother Gore I watched him sneak into the bakery next door Have to potty, I’ll see you in the park too...

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"Exit music for a bad movie" that shining kingdom waits and watches numbed now to nightmares its falling cuckold leaders deliver fools gold hungry homeless open palms receive broken promises overflowing forgotten hymns and collection plates souls are worth blood in buried pain borders are drawn all are caged the marriages not made in heaven shelved for another day Candide Diderot. ‘25...

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twoo twoo twoo twee twee twee O the cheerful melody bad news on t.v. floods are carried away Dear children swept like dust twoo twoo twoo twee twee twee O the cheerful melody that once filled the camp there was dancing and crafts and a chain of hands twoo twoo twoo twee twee twee O the cheerful melody of the waters,...

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If instinct could alert beforehand; Reflecting moments as all stand... The ought process of echoing mind, For rights to get wrongs tightly bind- Assign each voice unto confident tears, Without been paired with fearful glares. That, would make a day so bleak off sorrow, And elegant enough to seek anew cum morrow. If patience could read through broken glass... Flexing with a system depicted...

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Can you imagine that kind of love? It sounds magical, like something that fell from the sky off the back of a dove. Can you imagine that love wasted? I’d tell you I didn’t know either, but I can still remember exactly how bad it tasted. ...

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Words both good or bad are very powerful, bad words said are like a volcanic eruption to the soul. Why do family and friends hurt each other, do they not understand what it does to the other person ~ volcanic eruption of the soul takes place. These painful words and actions are like hot lava, hot lava running out from ones...

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I once knew a real awkward sort of bloke Who didn’t know how to tell a good joke He would start out just fine Then forget the punch line ...

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If I could cut off my feet, would it get any worse? Yesterday a thief stole my favorite purse It had my I.D., everything but my keys Arthritis in my ankles and in my knees I stumble and hobble as I try to walk My deranged parrot has an annoying squawk my husband has left me and taken the keys I curse...

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My hair is wild, as wild as can be. It sticks out in all sorts of places, It goes through many fits and stages, You can’t imagine the myriad of gazes! I have curls to a large degree. They won’t listen to my plea. My hair demands to be free....

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Like herbicides and pesticides and other chemical deterrents advertized to keep certain foods looking perfect and free of any blemish or defect will in time (like any other crime) increase the grower’s wealth but decrease the consumer’s health. The result? World-wide suicides offering the only sane alternative to suffering. ...

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Not all poems are happy Some are sad and some are sappy This poem is so odd It's about a boy whose name was Todd Todd has hair that is very ginger He wears a ring right on his finger His skin is so so soft and fair He wears sunglasses everywhere Today Todd's day was awfully horrid He woke up and he burnt...

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awful offal cricket brisket forage porridge gobbler cobbler boozy smoothie ...

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I let him touch me. I didn’t know him much It was the first time I had ever felt that kind of touch And it still haunts me now Though I never thought it would I don’t blame the wandering hands I don’t think I ever could For, someone hurt him too They touched him with the bad And it shrunk and shriveled before...

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The sun sinks slow when dreaded dark overflows giving mere mortals moments to reflect all that passes in the day these moments take away and each influence intrinsically inspect we have known of old the conflict we are told is the battle between bad and good what is right, what is wrong, we must make morals strong gain empathy, love, and...

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