Best Cheaters Poems


Cheaters

The world is filled with cheaters;
It almost seems the norm.
We hear of more examples found
In every shape and form:

A Scrabble competition where
A young man used his wiles
To sneak into the playing bag
Some extra blank-faced tiles.

Lance Armstrong, of the Tour de France,
Once honored and revered,
Now stripped of all his medals
With his reputation smeared.

Cabrera of the Giants, too,
Was doping and got caught.
It seems that sports, like politics,
With cheaters has been fraught.

We’re taught to do the honest thing
When we are in our youth;
But as we age, so many learn
That they can bend the truth.

When knocked down from a pedestal,
The former proud elite
May finally learn the price they’ll pay
For choosing ways to cheat.

Premium Member Botox Brigade

BOTOX BRIGADE

Oh so numb, I can’t stop myself drooling,
Can’t feel my brows, touch them, one is drooping,
My lips I feel are massively huge and swollen,
I should have realized that this was a bad omen.

My cheeks are sore, injected frequently,
Obsessed by the media talk increasingly, 
I dare not put lipstick on, for I’ll look like a clown,
I stare at the mirror in horror, I have no frown.

For boobs I requested a size thirty six
Simply wanted to be one of the chicks,
But the surgeon had extra silicone,
Even the so famous Dolly I outshone!

A nip and a tuck were done on my tummy,
Which I inherited after becoming a mummy,
And after the final touch of a firmer bum
I looked like new, a different me I had become.

I knew I was in fact addicted,
This was to me often predicted,
Developed scars, no recognizable features,
Too late, now one of many Botox cheaters.



AFTER HAVING SEEN A DOUMENTARTY ABOUT OBSESSIVE PLASTIC SURGERY

Premium Member Teachers Hate Cheaters

An English teacher named Rosie
Thought one of her pupils was dozy
He’d cribbed off the web
From a man in Zagreb
The language he’d used was too prosy!


In false glory he’d tried to bask
So Rosie she took him to task
She said it’s not neat
if you try and cheat -
when needing some help you should ask!

NB cheaters is an anagram of teachers!

Sadly this is based (with some poetic licence about Zagreb) on a true event in the school I worked at. The english teacher was fully aware of the capabilities of the student and it was blatantly obvious the work was not his and it was merely copied and printed off the internet ... he failed to get a mark

2/2/18


Premium Member All the Liars and the Cheaters

All the Liars and the Cheaters
By Franklin Price
2/11/2016

All the liars and the cheaters
Have not yet come and went
A lot of them are still around
Some run for president

They're Party independent 
You can see them everywhere
 Some hide behind religion
You can even find them there

Present themselves as truthful
Swear on the Bible by the hour
Check them out before you vote them in
All they're seeking is the power

They want to take advantage 
Of your belief in God
Make you believe they're pious
So you'll give them the nod

That they are believers
Is where their lying all begins
If you vote for them they'll bless you
And forgive you of your sins

Don't forget our founding fathers
Separated Church and State
Certainly you can see just why
It's very evident of late

The character of politics
And how it's done today
Does not treat others as yourself
It's just not done that way

When you hear a politician
Say he's guided by the Lord
While contriving lies about opponents
Run away and cut the cord

Cheaters Lose

The way she looks at you,
It's the same way that I used to.
She don't know, how you are,
You done her wrong from the start.

She will find out, you'll do her the same way,
When times get tough you will run away.
I don't know why she thinks you won't stray,
You belong to her as of today.

I'm sorry that our time was wasted,
I really thought we were going to make it,
I didn't want to give up on you,
But you were obviously wanting something new.

I hope that you two are happy together,
I hope that you never see forever.
Forever was supposed to be with me,
So Goodbye forever, It's time for me to leave.
© Shelli Lee  Create an image from this poem.

Cheaters Suck!

You cheated,
Your an ass!
You need your ass kicked!
You tore out my heart and stomped on it until I stopped breathing.
You hurt me soo much i can't even explain it anymore, I don't know why it hurts I knew you 
Were cheating on me, i'm so tired of it all i'm sick of getting hurt sorry but it's true first 
Darrin and now you I might as well stay single for the rest of my life cause no one wants me, 
the way I thought you did!


A Cheaters Plague

Cheating, cheating
Am I lying?
Or just being deceiving
No words are spoken
Just magnetics of their energy coming out of the air
Was I there?
Do I care?
Is this life real
Or am I just being unfair
What is wrong?
What is right?
Who said I have to give up the fight
Is there love in the air?
Or just a better feeling that I once remembered there

Last Cheaters Ball

Last Cheaters Ball

Who will dance the past with me
in penguin suit all snowy white
Music is live with old time and jive
i’m afraid we shall all look a fright

With dashing white sergeants
ladies promenading the gowns
dripping diamonds silver and gold 
Champagne flooding the tables
making gentry younger and bold

Deaf waiters smile nicely 
whispered vows are exchanged
hearts stolen while lovers are lost
This is history repeating itself
part of the dance perchance
part of the cost

Cheaters Cheaters Pumpkin Eaters

The fury of suspense
Neither dare mention
Once the moment presents
It's clear their intention 

Day in and day out
Both trying to achieve
With the same know how
And allotted leave

Bearing obligations
That fade by day
When both imaginations
Discretely play

That fragment of time
The flock divides
The last two in line
For a thrill seeking ride

The shape of two virgins
A deceitful mirage 
Sinfully splurging
An innocent massage

She pulls away
But only a little
The game, in play
Her bow, his fiddle

Her eyes of wonder
Add gas to his fire
Rainbow induced thunder
Of lustful desire

The inevitable irony
Is such a shame
Once finished, they see
They are to blame

The excitement vanished
The mystery, no more
He's no longer famished
And she, now a whore

Cheaters Blood

Whilst thou not be merry?
No sir, quite the contrary.
Have you no glee to spread?
Perhaps only when you are dead.
What does bring upon your gloom?
Your entrance sir into the room.
Why dost thou be so direct?
Because thy marriage is in distress.
What have I to do with thee?
With my wife thou has been free.
What proof have you of this?
I saw you with her steal a kiss.
What madness so you speak?
Lying is only for the weak.
It is a dual then you require?
Your body shall fall into the fire.
Such big threats you do boast.
It is your demise I will love the most.
Then it is pistols we shall share at dawn?
With this challenge you are on.
The men retired then to their beds.
When morning came to the field they were led.
The pistols were placed within their hands.
The cheaters blood was spilled upon the land.

Cheaters

F***ing to the rhythm
of compulsive lying
But not giving a s***
‘cause we know we’re all dying

Corruption of love
all temptation and sin
Condemnation to Hell
only makes her grin

Romancing your mind 
making your heart pound
The guilt sleeps in your brain
not making a sound

Just the purr of her body 
draws your attention
Then you are fully addicted
to her bad intentions

She knows what she does
and she’s f***in’ good at it too
Just watch yourself crumble
her next victim is you
© Alex Brown  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Another Imitation

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more fake poems fraudsters show
autistic infamy
the ability to see patterns and queues
who do you think you really fool?
other than old farmers who do not care
his chickens cluck as much as you click
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And I
have to say
no more Jaywalking
wheely stop it
simply obey

We the Cheaters of Existence

We the cheaters of existence
The lovers of truth
The guardians of matter
Great cheaters
But yet we are
not by ourselves
But yet still
cheated

Cheaters Never Win

The east side of the river

I truly defend

The west side of the river

Had a fake rule

Used sad tactics and tools

To the west side of the river

Bend on your knees

And pray this may be

The last trip southeast

Because your tactics are weak

And belongs to the one who

Lives many feet beneath

The east side of the river

Has much talent that

You believe can be bought

This was given by the big guy

And both sides of the river

He defends for right

That is quite why you lost tonight

The east side of the river

I truly defend.

This is a cliche'

And I will say it today,

And smile and wave,

Cheaters never win!

 

12-12-10

Prevailing Cheaters

if they say cheaters never prevail
then why do non cheaters fail
they tap they're pen and walk without pacing
they take you're dream and walk without chasing
they follow the leader and stop on the hundred meter
they get good grades
they get behind you in the shade
but yet you're left forgotten to rotten and fade
but you're always caught cheating 
and the blame keeps repeating 
and so you think to yourself
why did I have to cheat like everyone else

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