Best Deviant Poems

Either a Delinquent of a Deviant

Have I been a delinquent or a deviant?
What is message to me, God has sent?
Someday must go out on my very own
Knowing God will never leave me alone.

While I will rest and comfortably sit,
For me, you should try to finish...

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Upon the horizon darkness loomed
mocking the shadows in my heart
Love was doomed, dismally abused
Emotions bleeding out
Have I succumbed to malaise and died
If there's a faint pulse 
I have no notion
of a vortex if one is whirling

There's a windstorm's fury howling
somewhere in the distance, 
an angry...

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Deeply rooted dark desires
of every deviant sexual urge,
divine and unconscionably 
naughty primordial  nuances
of sensuality unscrupulously
played out in dreamt midnight
rendezvous or reality if you dare...

it's not so hard to swallow...

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I'm dreaming of bleeding
My hearts in receding
A darkness descending 
In chambers unending 
I just want to flippin die
It's so putrid, I could cry
Could you please tell me why
The root of my disease
Will I rise from this beating
These pieces are excreting
Or, will I wither away
Decaying and...

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A deviant devil with the number 86 blog,
Deviant art with a deviant type of log,
Try to teach the bible to an angel with one hand,
But fingers dipping and licking satans' land?

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deviant with his racism jokes that are crass,
Bothering good girls and and an angel lass,
Laughing...

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How are you my pet?
Have all you need?
Are you all set?
Have all your wants and needs met?

Good, now it’s time to pay 
With your vote for me today 
Prove your loyalty and appreciation 
To further our political masturbation
 
Of you my obedient pet 
Just obey...

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She seems afraid to say too much
and not listen enough.

Perhaps fear of becoming misunderstood
and, worse, too quickly dismissed,
her moment,
even in this small-staged sanctuary,
unnoticed
under-nourished
unfed
unwatered.

She wants to share with us
her deviant dissonant sufficiency
usually seen as negative degenerating autonomy
but, occasionally, in epiphanies of positive
ecologically healthy
revolutionary ZeroZen resonant potential,

Receptive...

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Dastardly the deviant demon    
has been depressed and despondent.
Despite that, downstairs in his dank dungeon,
he decisively decided,
to devise a despicable design.

Departing from his dreary and dingy dwelling
with death and destruction drifting 
through his deformed dome,
Dastardly drudged into the dire 
decaying desert during...

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It's not the nights of fear,
That lead me to asphyxiation,
The darkest of bargains,
My soul for her tongue,
In exchange for depraved inspiration,
I earn my place among,
The greatest authors of the era,
In the shackles of a Daedra.

My goddess forgive me for I have sinned,
I have not fulfilled...

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I can’t tell you how it all started,
That night when manic moon 
Probed and punctured the pall.
I awoke hurtling through space,
Somewhere between ideation and shellshock,
Somewhere between vertigo and inchoate phrases.

I remember redundant circularity,
Premises tumbled into conclusions, 
collapsing onto premises,
A colliding kaleidoscope of real and demonic...

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Section Three Deviant
You Sir are strange. 
I've never met anyone like you. 
You pick up freshly fallen conkers and eat them. 
Why is that odd? 
You dip them in dog crap first. 
I've seen you kiss a cat on the lips. 
Normal? 
Not when it's...

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THE DEVIANT BLACK SHEEP

My flock is immensely proud,
each one stands tall in the crowd,
not me, I keep my stature small,
I get dwarfed amongst you all.

Mental power you show with flair,
none in the world you seem to care.
I’m the weakling, at heart so soft,
for my empathy...

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" (Two roads) diverged in a yellow wood and I choose the

            the one less traveled by and that has made 

            ...

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He slips the noose around her slender neck
Cloaked and masked with heavy breath
He can't help but be obsessed
All the dolls hangin' around - pretty little lies that make not a sound
The poison of passion is imagined as they are undressed.

The dead in their eyes is...

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