Best Bad Boy Poems
Tell me, Sweet One, if you've the nerve,
how is it, that you love to play?
Is it warm, with a touch of verve
that softly steals the breath away,
and makes all tight resistance sway?
Whatever you say, we can do.
Come on now, you can have your way;
for, I'm a bad boy...it is true!
Don't worry if your values swerve,
not all is black 'n white – there's gray;
and, with our colors, that best serve...
we'll look no further than today.
There are no rules left to obey;
for now, there's only me and you.
So, let's lie down and come what may;
for, I'm a bad boy...it is true!
Your breasts are rising, I observe...
the sparkle in your eyes betray
your yearning 'neath each writhing curve.
Oh, heaven knows we can't delay!
The essence of your sweet bouquet
excites me, Dearest, through and through.
You're wet and warm, a lush buffet;
for, I'm a bad boy...it is true!
You say, "Don't go," that I must stay!
Yes, I'll remain, don’t misconstrue...
too long would be to your dismay;
for, I'm a bad boy...it is true!
Rascal Jones
©2012
Fresh, fit & frisky
Bad boy fiery, flawless, fun
Fulfilling my flesh
Some songs
Are of saddest times
The skies of darkest days
Some words
Bring such discontent
There are no gentle ways
To tell the tale
Without the tears
That tear the heart in two
But I will share
This saddest tale
Of hearts both black and true
There was a widow
With a son
He was a spunky lad
And when she found
Another man
The boy turned
Mean and sad.
The maid who cleaned the widow’s house
Saw the what was going on.
How each day the battle raged
As soon as she was gone.
The man took off
His silver belt
And like a man insane
He beat the boy, he cursed at him
And called him filthy names.
The mother’s love had maddened him
He hounded the poor child
Jealousy had filled his head
By hate his heart defiled.
He loved the widow, now his wife
Her son was in the way.
He sent the boy away to school
On that their wedding day.
The boy wrote home--
He hated school
They beat him there and worse
They starved the boy
To punish him
For writing silly verse.
The boy wrote home to plead his case
He promised to be good.
He begged to be at home again
He’d even chop the wood!
At the widow’s urging
The man re-read the letter
'He must come home'--his sweetheart cried--
'He's promised to be better.'
The man sent off the widow
Quick to get her son
She left him on the next train
Before the day’d begun.
The day was hot, the winds were bad
The clouds, they shouted rain
The neighbors said that angels wept
As they hailed the train
The man stopped by to get the mail
Without his widow’d wife
Another letter from the school
How tiresome was his life!
He put the letter in his bag
And headed his way home
When bedtime came he got it out
He liked to read alone.
'Your son is dead,' the letter said,
The hand was from a man
the school was starving naughty boys
the lawmen had a plan.
The school would close, the boys all leave
But one boy would remain.
The dead boy would be with his ma
When she returned by train.
The man who loved the widow
And took her for his wife
Hanged himself before the dawn
And took his own dear life.
The widow and her son
Returned through beating rains
She walked into that darkened house
And blew apart her brains.
Boris Johnson, what a jerk
That irritating secret smirk
That says he thinks it's all a joke
I reckon he's the sort of bloke
Who always gets away with it
Whatever, knowing Nanny's tit
Will ever fill his silver spoon
However bad he's been, the goon
And he, like other spoilt boys
I reckon probably enjoys
A spanking over Nanny's knee
Bad Boy Boris! Jam for tea?
© Gail Foster 19th September 2017
I was told when I was little
Of Bad Boy Napper, Betty Biddle
Betty Biddle bad boy napped
Even made a bad boy trap
She filled it up with dirty shoes
Grease and grime and gooey ooze
Betty knew bad boys can't wait
To jump right in to bad boy bait
Betty sat smiling in her swing
Waiting for her trap to spring
Betty Biddle stole bad boys
If they wouldn't share their toys
Off they went to the Land of Share
And she fed them to a Selfish Bear
For those who didn't clean their room
She took them off on a Sweeping Broom
Into the land of Do It Later
She fed them to a Procrastigator
Those who sassed their mom and dad
Were hauled off to the Land of Bad
She sliced and diced them in a vat
And fed them to the Talk Back Bat
Bad boys who skipped from school
End up in the Land of Fool
Drowning in the Dummy Pool
Eaten by the Stupid Ghoul
She stole bad boys from every town
Strung them up and tied them down
Took them to the Land of Gone
Forever buried in her lawn
Bad Boy Napping Betty Biddle
Stole bad boys when they were little
But I never knew that Betty Biddle
Cause I was an angel when I was little
In the cuddles of your memory I drown
You were a fluffy handsome breed
A personality brighter than brown
But your colour sealed your collar
In you this boy found a best friend
Lessie became lesser known
Your bark reverberated my childhood
Wagging your tail never a frown
Both of us still wet behind the ears
You never learned a single trick
I could never train you to sit,
But you could sure fetch a stick
You had such a fast dash
Catching a bird brought much joy
Nightly I prepared your dish
Brown, never once a bad boy
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Master at seduction,
He was a slave of temptation..
Angelic, pretty faces,
Ripe, full bodies..
He couldnt resist,
He couldnt desist..
He had a sweet mate,
But his lust was too great..
Unmindful of consequences,
Losing all his senses..
He was always on the looking,
Searching and seeking..
For a pretty maid,
Or a sexy babe..
He exploited his sexuality,
While juggling his duality..
Until one fateful day,
When Karma came his way..
To end his bad boy days,
Turn his favourite reds to grey..
Did he mend his ways?
Or the same does he stay?
His next book shall reveal,
It shall surely reveal...??
My name’s The Bad Boy of the town,
Bad Boy to the bone.
And I walk the streets without a care,
I walk the streets alone.
You see, I’m always in the game,
Searching for the mark,
Always playing by rules of “Pick ‘em up”,
Always hunting like a shark.
A shark that lets them vent,
Moan and groan about their affair,
About their emotional issues,
And I sympathyze: “It’s so unfair.”
All the while my goal is to
Unwrap the gift that’s my lady friend,
Then leave the mess and continue
With my life that’s all pretend.
My friends warn me
I’d warn myself
You’re a bad boy
Smoking, drugs, and tattoos
I couldn’t help myself
Tried to ignore the nagging
But baby it was just so much
Couldn’t drown the demands of my heart
Don’t know why? Don’t care why?
But its you
My heart, body, and soul wants
My parents disapprove
Told me not to see you
My friends say I’m crazy
Drools when they see you
You told me to stay away from you
Too good
Too innocence
Too beautiful
To be touch by you
Your life
Your so called friends
And family
Bad boy you are
But you are mine
I won’t leave you ever
Told me what’s good for me
Was to forget about you
Forgetting you
Is impossible boy
You are like a drug in my veins
As times pa$s I need more and more
Of you
I love you, you told me
I was the first to see all of you
The first to hear it all
So why push me away
When you declared
“I can’t live without you”
This is the recognition of a good girl
Marking a bad boy
A bad boy caught in my innocence
Not caring the aftermaths
Just happy together
No parents, no laws
Nothing can separate me
And my bad boy
We’re forever him and I
Forever
Death won’t do us part
Nothing but a good girl
Falling for a bad boy
Nothing but a bad boy
Loving a good girl
tell a joke well u just kiding.make a promise u wont do the same mistake again.say i
love. but u go cheat. u wont leave my side.. i heard that from ever boy i meet.say i
hate u.i allready know... say plz dnt leave well u go.say stay well im allready gone.say
kiss me well will u mizz me?bcuz im gone so...so long.make me cry even when i die.let
me be with the one and only in peace.
diz 4 all da rude boyz thats has been rude 2 gurlz lolz byeez
I am a bad boy
*** and NC-17 qualified,
I frequent the easy streets in a leisure zone
and walk with a swagger.
I own my time
I own my dreams
I have my own plans,
I am the center of my domain--
I, Me and Myself,
I waste no time to appease nobody,
I know what I want and
ain't afraid to go for it,
I don't just sit and mope
I got to get up and get going.
I am a bad, bad boy,
I don't suffer fools easily,
neither a politician nor a priest,
I'm impatient with small talks
wading through friendly BS.
I am honest and don't beat around
the bush – foreplay is a waste of time,
I go for the main show.
I am cocky and like to tease--
A lighthearted back-and-forth
keeps a relationship passionate and fiery,
I engage in verbal swordplay.
I am a bad, bad boy,
I don't want to get caught praying
or coming out of a confession,
Neither would I like to be seen
drinking beer or champagne,
A Jack Daniel's on-the-rock kinda guy,
Hair messy and slight stubble,
least to smile, chewing a dead cigar,
twinkle in my eyes, a gold tooth.
Adorned all over with pledge-of-love tattoos
I'll stand up for my girl and fight,
For I am a bad, bad, BAD boy
But, a good, good, GOOD man!
~"Who do you think you are" contest
by Caren Krutsinger
Bad Boy Trump
Trump never likes to rehearse
Which is why his effort was worse
A bad boy he has always been
Lies much and also does sin
And on him God placed a curse.
Jim Horn
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poets/top_100_poets_most_poems_all_time.aspx
Heart aflutter
senses untethered
wholesomeness challenged
unfamiliar feeling
naïve and innocent
Unaccustomed to this attention
did he mean me? Am I the one?
Bad boy, wandering back into my
ready-to-be-sensuous mind.
Making my daydreams crazy.
The familiar fearless soul dance as
The bad boy takes his naive victim hostage
breathless sensation, for silly reasons.
Putting myself in danger, but why?
Being a bad boy again I see
in my room you show me how
truly bad you can be
My back pressed into the wall
hot breath against my lips
your hardness growin thicker
making me ache for the
swollen tip
My legs around your waist you
drive your hardness into my
soft folds
Your harsh whisper in my ear
hearing you groan as I do
what I am told
Nails digging into your back
hips grinding against each other
with each moan you would
only get rougher
Our bodies drenched in sweat as
we explode and stare into each
others eyes
we slip to the floor slowly with
you still hard between my thighs
Bad boy
Stand like a tree comes like a
Rainbow
Beast flash like black galaxy when they wink
Talk like a coffee with them by the flirting words
Goon and purde are not hot style of them not cheat but die full the promise
These are not the quality of bad boy just a day Before my delite adorable beauty ask me are you.......
I said a man just known smart for his work and smile attitude so now tell who I am?
With love all
Jagdish Bajantri