Best Atrocious Poems


Atrocious Nightmares

When you fall asleep
That's when it starts
Explosions and screams
Terrorize your heart

As your panic grows
The blood flows
Through the streets
Atrocious nightmares
Never leave you alone

When you fall asleep
A bundle of Love
My cradle of sweet

I want to be the one
I have to be the one

Baby, let me be the sponge
Absorbs all your pain
Arms
Wrapped around you
Protects you again

Baby, let me be the rope
Saves you from a fall
Daddy
Standing by you
Giving it his all

When you fall asleep 
That's when it begins
Hysteria and mayhem
Spread 'neath your skin

As your fear mounts
The dead body counts
Jump like wounded beasts
Atrocious nightmares
Never leave you alone

When you fall asleep
A bundle of love
My cradle of sweet

I want to be the one
I have to be the one

Baby, let me be the sponge
Absorbs all your pain
Arms
Wrapped around you
Protects you again

Baby, let me be the rope
Saves you from a fall
Daddy
Standing by you
Giving it his all

I want to be the one
I have to be the one
Don't you see?

I'm the one.

Premium Member My Toenails Are Atrocious

My toenails are atrocious
Ugly enough to be put into a record book
Even I gag when I look over my stomach
They stick out of my sandals in irregular points
Some are as thick as a door hinge.
They are impossible to cut, of course.
I have to use a drill on them.
I mow down pedestrians all the time with these nails.
Oh, excuse me, sorry, I did not see you.
I apologize with tears in my eyes
So they do not know how hard
I am keeping my laughter inside.

Out of Focus and Atrocious

Out of Focus and Atrocious

Pictures we saw were all out of focus;
After looking at they became atrocious;
We concluded,
Were deluded;
Threw them away after being ferocious.

Jim Horn
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My Good Poetry

Write bad poetrations, thus inclined
To me, said she gruntingly.
I said my pluraled poetry is good. I just
Cannot blotchitnize bad poetry if I lortryop.
You are brugingthed conceited, she said.
Not, I am the othoriginal peddler of truth. 
I cannot lieth for largid butterfunned toffee.
I cannot lieth if I grozling to.
Just as I 
Cannot scribshod bad poetry.
She dringulized that anyway
What I think is good poestration
Like thinst
Is actuallyatrocioused poetry; not actually weevilif, but bad-thumpered, bleurgaucratic, officithiyed, cothillous, and torturises people
I beg to differ.
I don’t beg at all, actuallisst.
I insist.


Like jowling meated liverslime,
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes,
And hooptiously drangle me,
With crinkly bindlewurdles,mashurbitries.
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't!

Atrocious Time Is Born To Teach

Tree is standing still, 
Oh!  the tree is standing still. 
Dense difficulties stiff it, 
Still its muscular branches ready to beat it. 

Atrocious time will land and soon will reach its end, 
However its sturdy branches never let it to bend. 

Tree is standing still, 
Oh! the tree is standing still. 
Dense difficulties stiff it, 
Still its muscular branches ready to beat it. 

Adaptation is Adaptation living is born to learn, 
New change rise in trun.

Tree is standing still, 
Oh! the tree is standing still. 
Dense difficulties stiff it, 
Still its muscular branches ready to beat it.

Always Appears Atrocious

Always Appears Atrocious

Trump was placating yet being precocious;
Way he fixes hair then tie are ferocious;
Hair plastered down,
And in a night gown;
No wonder he Always Appears Atrocious.

Jim Horn
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Trump Atrocious and Never Agile

Trump Atrocious and Never Agile

Trump Is Atrocious and Never Agile;
Born basket case with brain fragile;
Even got caught,
Being strange lot;
Often at times would try to strangle.

Jim Horn

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ATROCIOUS DOUBT


         

        The ends justify the means
          Machiavelli oxymoron
           or Ovid paraphrases...

Atrocious Growth

A-void
N-asty
G-rime
I-n
E-pidemic

A-nd
B-eat
A-trocious
G-rowth
O-f
N-astiness

Topic: Birthday of Angie Abagon (April 13) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Atrocious Link

A-trocious
L-ink
L-ethally
A-ttacks
N-ose

B-y
A-pplying
L-ung's
C-oronavirus
E-pidemic

Topic: Birthday of Bro. Allan Balce (April 30) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Atrocious Morbidity

A-trocious
M-orbidity's
Y-ucky

S-pread
A-pplies
Q-uiet
U-nknown's
I-nfection
D-uring
O-utbreak

Topic: Birthday of Amy L. Saquido (June 15) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Mysteriously Atrocious

J-eopardy
O-f
H-orrible
N-astiness

H-as
E-mployed
R-isk
O-f

R-abid
E-pidemic
F-or
O-utbreak
R-emains
M-ysteriously
A-trocious

Topic: Birthday of John Hero Reforma (June 10) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Atrocious!

An eye for an eye and the whole world goes blind
They become thy home, a home that thou can't even find 
Seems like seamless love, that doesn't involve mind
Staring without eyes, faceless yet wild

A little too longer to remain what's best to pretend
A little too close to what's going to happen in the end
A little too late to comprehend
A little too late to condescend

Worse the part when it comes to render 
Worst it becomes, when dived into, 
transcribing the vocabulary not meant to be rendered
Atrocious it is, as surrendered

Bled on paper as thou bled in time
Scarce is translucence 
Abundant became reticence
Those words, coy! result of which was no rhyme

Atrocious Virus

A-trocious
V-irus
I-n
G-rime
A-pplies
I-nvisible
L-ink

R-abidly
I-mplementing
C-ontagion
A-s
F-erocious
R-isk
E-mploys
N-asty
T-hreat's
E-eriness

Topic: Birthday of Avigail C. Ricafrente (June 11) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Atrocious Eyes

Disclosing feelings can really shock
I've heard that eyes can talk.. 
In a manner which is completely quite
But at a point its alright...! 

Wanna apologize for all the lies.. 
But sorry... I've fallen in love with your eyes..! 

Your eyes are grey.. I know
As I used to observe it from long ago.. 

In the dark, I'm afraid
 for not matching my eyes with you.. 
As moments with you are already few.. 

Even imagined my future in your eyes... 
Laid in your arms with my cries.. 
Wiping my tears with the tissues
Clearing our all the issues..! 

And then I woke up from this dream.. Just realised
     That maybe we were meant for goodbyes..!! ?

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