Best Curse Poems

A man with a quiet demeanor
was cursed with a miniscule wiener.
He tried lotions and pills
But not one cured his ills.
Now he's a silent nail hole cleaner.

BY DALE GREGORY COZART

His todger though tiny still worked. 
When he went for a wee it jerked. 
He could still...

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I’ll not be the mask of your madness
I’ll not be the whip of your demands
I’ll not be the drug of your habit
I’ll not be the dough in your hands

I’ll not be the doll that’s your play thing
I’ll not be the container of your need
I’ll not...

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I do not like your mobile phone.
I do not like its ringing tone.
I do not like it here nor there;
I do not like it any where.

I do not like it on a plane,
nor when I’m on a crowded train;
not in a bus, not in a...

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Once Upon A Curse

She’d pricked her finger, and for years she slept
inside the castle in her pretty room.
Her parents and the entire village wept
for she was cursed, and they knew only gloom.

True love’s kiss was needed to break the spell.
So many handsome princes tried to...

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It afflicts king and queen alike.
Brought to the castle 
by the master of infildelity.
He moves smoothly from one to the other.
He swiftly takes them 
as is his right, he believes.
Only to have his fill
from the fair maiden 
to the sullied trollop.
He sees them all equally
in...

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Deep in the earth, a crypt of rock
slumber guarded by casket locked
Lips grope silence ‘ever more
 rasping thought, remembers whispered lore
Outstretched palms the roots do clench
tranquility stilled by festered stench
And eyes, sleep caked, are propped ajar
ignites no life, but collapsed star

Burned blades sigh, Winds’ dying...

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                   I

They came on bullock-carts
loaded with gods
   Indra
        Agni
         ...

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Down in Louisiana,
down in da bayou deep
Where sweaty bodies hear da swamp sounds
in da hot, steamy heat
Local people know Mamadou Sekkou
Medicine woman 
born on da banks of da bayou
	300 lbs
of dark, dark skin
	charcoal black
Big bosomed woman
with black and silver wavy waterfalls
	flowing down her back
Mamadou Sekkou
sez...

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Facebook I wonder if you are a blessing or a curse?
People Sharing their pictures and videos of their best and worst.

Clever sayings, obscenities, prays and vulgarity.
Show up on your pages with some form of regularity.

You will find people you have seen or haven’t seen for...

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It arrived in total silence
unobserved and in disguise
crept deep-rooted undetected
then it took us by surprise.

Some declared coronavirus
was no whirlwind, nor a blast; 
like most objects ‘made in China’
they assumed it would not last.

Till it spread to every country
like wild fire, beyond control
causing havoc amongst thousands
and...

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Loki:
Sigyn and Angrboda know their wyrd well
Even the far seeing eye of odin 
Does even the all seeing eye have its faults?
The curse of knowledge or forgetfulness perhaps 
Angrboda is born of the blood of the volva 
She knows well the fates and
wyrd of men...

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The Curse of the Dead Sea

Dark ghosts traveling through the chilled air mist
where rare rough rivers, eddied and revolved, in
twists around into a violent, furious funnel offshore,
as this turbulent salt sea of iniquity opens up its storied,
salted bowels with its turgid moving fluids drowning
into a...

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Where else do you want to mock me?
That my Sister is a Whore?
And she owns miserable men under her Lure?
Or is it that I have intense body Odour?

Maybe you will taunt the clothes I once wore
which you already tore.
So, what else is it? That I...

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Instead of being a chick magnet, my vehicle is a curse.
No woman will go out with me because I own a hearse.
I bought my hearse because it runs great and it was dirt cheap.
But when women see it, they slap my face and call me...

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Curse To Rehearse

I am a writer. An artist.
I’d like to say I’m a poets,
But I don't really know it,
And I definitely cannot show it,
Because I haven't gotten it right.
I am cursed with a thirst
To rehearse, verse by verse
Until I can tell myself it’s decent.
Words flow...

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