Best Disgust Poems

Humans never fail to shock or surprise me
When l think l have them sussed
Human behaviour at its best or worst
Fills me with both joy and disgust

There is so much goodness in this world
Kindness toward our fellow man
Yet ,incredible selfishness and hate
Impossible to comprehend

I do not...

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A stoma and a scar 
like the Grand Canyon
form a conspiracy 
against my body. 
The stoma--raw and 
fleshy--looks like a red 
and beefy barnacle on 
my side that constantly 
oozes and drains feces 
and waste like an 
overflowing, backyard 
cesspool. It sickens me.

Near the red...

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I can churn stomachs, with a stench of truth 
An abscess filled with maggots, pus profuse
As I feed off gunk, new nerve ends take root
Raw language in my words, not gross abuse 
Yes! I am disgust, old wounds fear my fruit 


To late for contest...

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Emotion of Disgust -
by Bob Atkinson


softly settled to my
ears

those words I wished
to hear

brought me to a
higher level

when written well,
so treasured


waiting patiently
among

the throng of
citizens, no guns

a gentle lot of
doers well

those who praise art
and tales


standing up to do
their best

to settle for all
the rest of us

a trumpet sound...

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Things of disgust.
Terror in my eyes.
Behold your power.
Your smartass replies.

I'm beneath you.
Look down on me.
I know it free's you.
The power you hold over me.
I'm beneath you.
Talk down to me.
I don't believe this.
The power you had over me.

Things of disgust.
The fear above my head.
Behold your character.
The...

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How loathsome the murmurs seething around 
Amid the lies I pitch into a city's mind,
That  malicious whispers know my sound
By ruining your name...am I unkind
When friends become bashers, when real truth gets drowned?


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Disgust for Trump

Trump had to do what he must
Which is no one ever trust
Does poor when he gambles
Whole business is in shambles
With him do have much disgust.

James Horn

I am beginning to believe it.
What next will he select to do?...

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I know I've let my body go and grow so spare me of your incantations,
The slither betwixt your pretty lips saying thoughts of thy own fascination.

Sinew may seep from neath thy skin,
And beauty is abundant in thy face,
But your olive tincture of unknown kin,
Ensures you're...

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I suggest, no, implore, spare me your disgust
When I am being my self … my imperfect self,
For even the finest iron has been known to rust

When exposed to the elements it must adjust
Like the perturbed perfectionist beside himself
I suggest, no, implore, spare me your disgust.

For...

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We've seen unknown faces of friends,
Find it hard to trust innocence...


Try not to think of where we've been,
Though we can't escape our skin...


Disgust wearing disguises...


We all got puke up to our knees
Soon though hunger will settle in


Cuts that can wait on bleeding

Blood stream
Main stream
Blood clot...

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When happy kids play in snow
and fall face-down that gives me
the broadest smile.


I frown at people
who litter, wondering
if they do it at home....

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Boiling shells crack down hard upon raining rooftops
None doth any apparitional material cover upon her arrogant gift
She hast not laid down upon her last upstanding
Glass convails images of the inconceivable 
Throwing away the Sun in blackened sickness 
No guilt, no shame, 
Unfeeling the inevitable eternal...

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(WARNING: very edgy)
(and also a little bit NSFW) 

This TV show is a really good show
It's such a good show that it had me commence the rituals again
The rituals of torment, the rituals of sin
The rituals of no sleep, the rituals of self-death
I am disgusted...

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Slum

Where hard looks and thin soup oppose,
the spider, cockroach, rat, and mouse dispute
in patient litigation or in border raids
our title to this world. 

There is no mystery, it boils down to food.
Our ruined lunches providing theirs
as Roman baths provided stones
for abbeys of a different creed.

They...

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I can't live without this
I have found life in death
Healing through sickness
Creation through destruction
Light in darkness
I can't live without this

That which holds me down gives me flight
That which enslaves me, frees me
That which sickens me, heals me
I've found purity in filth
and Filth in purity
Nothing held...

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