Best Nasty Poems
We are Nasty Women
When we hear haughtiness, we name it
When we see bullying, we blame it
We are Nasty Women
We do not daintily defer
For selfish whims of a saboteur
We will not walk three steps behind
We will not sheathe our sharpened minds
We are logic's clear eloquence
We are unyielding consequence
We are Nasty Women
We are out of many, one
We are the soldiers of every war
We are astronauts and commodores
We are the activists of plundered Earth
We are the executives who expect our worth
We are the advocates of facts, unsuppressed
As we walk the corridors of Congress
And we are far from done.
6/06/19
Poem of the Day
June 8th, 2019
must refuse relegation, obey
only the roar of our own angels, then reshape
breastplates to shield the motherland
from any warlord who dares
to pimp our flag.
Battlefields have always been a woman’s place,
We were born to bleed, to fight-
off advances, to heal from the inside-out.
We, nasty, nasty women
who dare castrate filibusters, know grit,
audacity, the combat for higher grounds.
History is lit by an army of fiery
heroines, burnt at stakes by low-life
aristocrats, suckling-pig-kings.
We, Nasty women rise from ashes
to become better-armed daughters,
knightmares, hallowed witches on frontlines,
glorious, undefeated legends.
After Jeanne d'Arc et Saint-Michel by Eugene Thirion, painting seen above
There you go again doing things that you are not suppose to be in and then you look at
me like oh i'm so sweet if you only knew I can be a freak without showing it. Here they
go listening to the rumors but i'm your friend so in the end I know that they are true.
How could you do that with him and her and they were on the ground you were pretending to
pick up gum? You need to be safe, making out with strangers girl I aint no saint but god
what are you doing? I don't want to see you years from now telling me you got aids, I
worry about you and I feel like your special so I even wrote about you come on look how
much you mean to me. You like him I get it but how many other guys have you liked in the
past. He's your only, he's a phony make sure he's not just in it for the prize because
girl you never know some guys are. It's the truth and you need to listen, I don't mean to
sound bossy but soon enough your name is going to be posted on all the bathrooms walls.
Telling things that you haven't even done yet. But you will front about it, Lie again.
Telling everyone it's happened how do we know what's real or fake. I love your
personality I wish I could steal it, Your loud, and flirty, daring and smart girl you got
too much heart to be showing it to everyone who wants a sip. this is for all the nasty
girls out there who think I don't know what i'm saying just ask anyone of them who are
dead now or are on the streets prostitiuting. Don't be afraid to be a freak it's healthy
but sometimes it's better when it's secret closet freaks have more fun.
I don't like nasty limericks.
I don't like vulgar words.
I'd rather write of better things,
like maybe watching birds.
So many poets feel the need
to write such graphic things.
The art of poetry to me
is making words that sing.
It's easy to be nasty.
It takes no brain at all.
But I can't keep from wondering
where you get the gall.
My poems may not be 'genius'.
I'm sure they don't compare
to many other writer's work
but mine, I like to share.
No matter if you're ninety
or if you're only nine
you needn't feel ashamed to click
on poetry that's mine.
In the path of loneliness, he so far was walking patiently
There was no one to see, he was at a stage where his dreams had left him
Another day was passing yet his aim was no where close to be achieved
At night his lips were full of complaint and he realized that its been a mistake
He wished that he could have his mother to complaint, her arms for embrace
He wondered what more he had to bare, should he give up or stand there
To his right was a ocean,where as to his left was a never ending desert,
He there thought about his lost fame,his aim and cursed fate for her nasty games
3 July 2018
For the contest"eight lines of fate, when you wonder if it is too late"
Sponsor" Silent one"
So, who says it takes ten years to become a poet?
I’ve read incredible lines from second graders --
Some may write for sixty years, you’d never know it
For all some have become are mediocre shaders!
Do you consider it “good” poetry to criticize others
When you’ve not developed a modicum of expertise?
Your propensity for negative thoughts only smothers
While most Poetry-Soupers skills steadily increase.
So, be careful how you turn your venom on Soupers
Whose work is far superior to what you are showing
Open your Comments for those you call “poopers”
And we’ll share our true thoughts, not so glowing!
I hope when you read this poem, you do take offense*
For we are tired of being the butt of your nasty intents.
#55 on Best New Poems List
Written November 29, 2021
*for your information, this is a classical form put
to good use, in this case, since you criticized us
for using classical forms!
Nasty Aussies
Nasty critters do we have
Under the Southern Cross
Deadly Funnel Web Spider
Deadly Blue ringed octopus
Box jelly fish might get you (deadly)
Great white shark eat you too (nice fella)
Our Redback spider nips a bit (burns like hot coal)
And Possums in the loo (toilet)
A Pelican will blurt on you (whitewash)
Cane toads come in the house (poison glands on back)
Sand goannas sucking eggs
Roo’s will punch you out
Pussycats they are perhaps
Paralyss tick gets you
Short arm snake attacks, gets slaps
The Shielas run off too
Don Johnson 15-may-11
China charges 1 million annually
For each panda in our zoos
If we won't pay in full
Then the pandas we will lose
Nasty Panda's the exception
No one wants him here or there
He was paid 1 million dollars
To abscond and disappear!
Here comes the Nasty Panda
~He's much more than you can bear
He's such a nasty panda
~He leaves cooties everywhere
Beware of Nasty Panda
~He do anything he please
Stay clear of Nasty Panda
~He eats shoots and leaves
I smelled him 'fore I seen 'em
That black and white pariah
Slippin' slidin' in my kitchen
On smooshy mushy pulp papaya
I yelled for him to stop
And I told him where to go
Wink and laugh was all he did
With a Homer Simpson "D'oh!"
Here comes the Nasty Panda
~He's much more than you can bear
He's such a nasty panda
~He leaves cooties everywhere
Beware of Nasty Panda
~He do anything he please
Stay clear of Nasty Panda
~He eats shoots and leaves
He hasn't bathed in ages
Masked by quarts of cheap cologne
His furry skin sweat-sticky
From the surface to the bone
Smelly cigar and boozy breath
Plus an air of upper-crust
Please keep your kids away
Cuz that nasty bear can cuss!
Here comes the Nasty Panda
~He's much more than you can bear
He's such a nasty panda
~He leaves cooties everywhere
Beware of Nasty Panda
~He do anything he please
Stay clear of Nasty Panda
~He eats shoots and leaves
If you meet up with Nasty Panda
Better turn around and run
You're bound to lose your money
And your wits before he's done
Don't shed tears for Nasty Panda
Cuz he likes the way things are
Don't forget to hide your keys
Else he'll drive off in your car!
Here comes the Nasty Panda
~He's much more than you can bear
He's such a nasty panda
~He leaves cooties everywhere
Beware of Nasty Panda
~He do anything he please
Stay clear of Nasty Panda
~He eats shoots and leaves
Here comes the Nasty Panda
~He's a scoundrel and a bum
He's such a nasty panda
~He's as nasty as they come
Beware of Nasty Panda
~He's gonna raise a stink
Stay clear of Nasty Panda
~He's much nastier than you think
Sitting next to a person whose breath stinks,
is it alcohol or lack of oral hygiene...
never mind what that person thinks:
excessive drinking is not a medicine!
Waiting for the bus that
runs on a Sunday schedule is tormenting misery,
and worse, standing next
to a smoker who has little consideration for me!
And I assume no other intruder tries
to spoil my trip on this bus cramped with kids
who talk aloud and curse with derisive eyes,
not hearing the bus driver's angered voice!
Nasty Poetic Speeches
You have seen it
You have read it
You have suffered with no re-course
Left wing ideology that shows no remorse
You have tasted it
You have suffered it
Chavez poisons the masses
With words, when options like food seem so absurd
They are starving
They rebel against their darling
The truth is so near
Empty stomachs sadly make
Reality very clear
Trump was certainly not the first to spout division and hatred and falsehoods, anyone who lives in Venezuela knows of Chavez’s evil deeds as well. Its amazing after his actions he still has supporters, especially female ones. Same goes for Trump. Only shows that narrow minds are not related to gender.
The nasty words you spoke in private toward a specific group of people rightfully were made
public and revealed what you truly harbor in your heart.
I'm a proud and intelligent member of the ethnic group your nasty words attempted to debase.
Look in your mirror and ask, when, where, and how did my bigotry make its unfortunate ugly start?
More importantly, have you ever asked yourself why you disrespect certain ethnic groups for no proven
reason, and adore other groups simply because of the color of skin?
Your nasty words vividly reflect a soul that's empty, a mind engrossed in ignorance, and a vision
myopic at best. What a pitiful state of existence you live in.
It's actually sad that in your mind, you truly believe your nasty words are justified, giving you a false sense
of extreme power over the subservient "them."
What your nasty words have truly done is dull the magnificent glow in your heart you were born
with, and displace it to a state of existence, way too far south of being dime.
Your nasty-words-state-of-mind is crippling you mentally and physically in ways you're not even
astute enough to be aware of. Ignorance will not allow you to.
Without heartfelt change, you'll never experience the wonderful embracing of all worthy
humankind. Tolerance and understanding for others not like you, are attributes foreign to you.
So, continue along your path of misguided tunnel vision. You should openly and with vigor recruit others that
think exactly as you do. What a despicable union of bigots you will all make.
Then, for the betterment of humankind, unlike Noah and the Ark, your vile group should congregate in distasteful
harmony, then immediately take a non-returnable ship to distant outer space.
Al Johnson, aka Alfredo Leon
I love this nasty game of a combination of
leisure and life where the trouble maker becomes the victim
and the product of that crafty pencil of our imaginations
is translated into a true life story told by the welcomes
of roses, gloriosas and saffron crocuses.
silk so tight on a flesh so mild
can sexualize a nearby stone
and with the first half of your luscious castle,
the throne definitely stays beneath its delicate walls,
strongly preserved for the exotic union of my everlasting presence.
The hips’ salvation matches your lips temptation
thereby constructing a pix exaggeration
to inflict a fixed subordination on me,
making it count at six erections already
as I’m lost in a mixed contemplation.
Oceans gushing out of the sun and trees standing on the clouds
are perfections of a world only known by the census of two.
Our citizenry well enforced by this mighty affection
and bodies well protected
by the magnitude of such penetrating jealousy
strongly fighting against any threat of liquefying its refined honey
and adulterating its rare tasty wine
put the art of intimate knowledge into re-evaluation
and the strength of the art of sex
very close to the question mark of moral bliss.
Such wealthy lavishness with all positive alteration
to any kind of belonging is evidenced
by my accepted foolishness so honourable.
Words alone are unworthy because the probability
of using all existing letters is not sufficient enough
to mold a brick out of a thousand many
in building my bridge to your heart.
Well you're saying your steak isn't rare
And there's food stains on your silverware
You say I exude
A bad attitude
Well just ask me if I really care!
You've been nothing but trouble for me
Now you're trying to get your meal free
I've seen your type before
Let me show you the door
No you can't have a refill of tea!
Now I hear all these rude things you say
Don't you know I work hard for my pay?
I'm as good as you are
Guess I'll go hit the bar
Cos' I'm quitting this job anyway!
**for contest "A Fly On The Wall"
sponsored by Michael Falotico
You hoped the nasty words you said to me would hurt me so much that like a turtle,
I would go into a permanent shell.
My parents told me not to give a bully that kind of satisfaction. From all the nasty words
you said, guess what? I'm not feeling that bad at all. In fact, I'm doing quite well.
Yes, your nasty words hurt me at first, just as you wanted them to.
I'm lucky to have parents, responsible adults, and even other kids, who showed me how to
handle bullies like you.
I don't care what you do anymore. I really don't care what you say.
Your nasty words cannot hurt me again. You tried putting me down, but with help from
others, I've been lifted up in every way.
I see you as a small-minded bully, with no positive direction.
I also see you as a kid who could be nice and kind to others, if you decide to change
your intentions.
Just in case you refuse to change and continue with your bullying ways, declaring that's
just how it's going to be,
I'm going to do all I can to spread my knowledge to as many kids as I can. Then the
next kid you try to bully, hopefully, will confidently say to you, "Your nasty words
cannot hurt me."
Al Johnson
When nature turns nasty
And the earth gets hot
We could have a volcano
Blowing off its top
When nature turns nasty
When nature turns nasty
And the fierce winds blow
Hot air meeting cold
We might have a tornado
When nature turns nasty
When nature turns nasty
Temperatures start to fall
We could all be left freezing
Below minus zero
When nature turns nasty
When nature turns nasty
We’ve got to be aware
We could have tsunami
Earth quakes everywhere
When nature turns nasty
When nature turns nasty
We could have torrential rain
Pelting down on roof tops
Over filling our drains
When nature turns nasty
When nature turns nasty
Flames of fire everywhere
Trees and bushes burning
Smoke rising in the air
When nature turns nasty
When nature turns nasty
Let’s all be aware
Helping each other
Showing that we care
When nature turns nasty
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