Best Disgusted Poems
Why I did it, I don’t know
Tornado of regret tortures my heart
On a moonless night, he approached
Limping toward me as I pumped gas
Why was it fear and not compassion
With which I greeted him
Surely homeless, he must have slept ‘neath stars
Society’s outcasts camp on the beach,
Crossing the coastal highway only under night’s cloak
Deep lines on his sun-aged skin
Bespoke many years, perhaps 70
Dirty clothes tattered, barely covering his thin frame
No, I have no spare change
No, no, I won’t help you
I just wanted him to go away
Disappointment filled his eyes
He turned and hobbled to a nearby bench
When he sat, I was horrified
All his possessions lay beside him on the seat
An old Army cap he pulled out
And placed it on his head
He fought for our country
And I could not find a few dollars to help
As I drove away, I burst into tears
Feeling ashamed, disgusted with myself
Only two blocks from home,
I turned my car around
But he had moved on
January 13, 2020
Escape
Introducing: Carl Fraser & Poet Destroyer
Oh Paint me a far away horizon
Across a tranquil azure sea,
Where sits a peaceful deserted island
Where no one lives but me
Free from prying eyes and greedy lies
Free from scars that never heal
Let me be free to just be me
Instead of someone who isn't real
To live out my days giving thanks and praise
To my creator in heaven above
And leave behind the noise of worldly toys
And just bask daily in his love
To be stripped of pain by the spirits rain
And washed until my robes are clean
For I've had enough of my fellowman's company
And I'm disgusted by what I've seen
So I will step into my painted horizon
Framed in a forever state of bliss
And I turn back only for a fading glimpse
As I blow the world a farewell kiss.
Laced by the seas we see, you beg for a life so far
Far from all I've dreamed of, tranquil and spirit rain
A once false painted paradise,
Bliss, a farewell kiss, drowned by old heartache
Not knowing where it's coming from
Yesterday, I woke up to a new skyline,
The horizon, formed by your eyes,
Across a tranquil azure sea
Far from all existing companies, you stood
In front of the ocean - your ocean!
Sailing on the calm side of the turquoise sea
Stripping back into the innocence you once were
A gentleman, caressing the oats in a peaceful state
The moon breaking your once trusted mind
The silence of heaven heals every scar inside
Redemption is a secret we beg for
It was always you, someone lost, misguided by love
Somebody, I once dreamt of, A dream lost out at sea
Calling out for me --- you chose to pray alone
Repelled by the world so cold, yet here I stand
Alone, on the other side of the farewell kiss
For you, I paint a faraway horizon of bliss, my friend
Waiting -Dreaming -Escaping --- In another lifetime
~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~
When Dorothy and Tin Man were dating
She didn’t prepare for the mating
Til’ she heard a bang
And shouted out, “Dang,
Something inside there’s inflating”
Since Dorothy’s one chick he lusted
Poor Tin said he was disgusted
Coz there was no oil can
Nearby them at hand
To free up his zipper now rusted
As Tin was kissing Dorothy’s lips
He sadly knew he had to come to grips
‘Til she yelled, “My man
I’ll open your can
Coz in my purse I brought some tin snips!”
The little imp bawled lustily
as it lay in its perambulator
there by the water fountain
in a secluded garden
right in the middle of a concrete jungle,
disturbing my elevated thoughts
that churned and churned inside my mind
on how to kill those pesky flies
that infested my rundown abode.
It was no use for me
to kick any brilliant idea around,
so long as that pesky brat
disturbed the silence all around.
Why even the doves stopped cooing
and other birds stopped chirping,
whilst most decided that 'twas best
to search for a quieter place.
So I walked up to his comely nurse
sitting contentedly on a bench
and scratching my unshaven face
I quite politely asked
why the little cherub cry so much!
She looked me up and down
and down and up, no doubt
disgusted by what she discerned.
"Maybe he's seeing a devil,"
she replied, cooing at the cherub
that made its bright new pram
quiver with yelping wails.
"Or maybe he's thirsty,"
scathingly I replied.
Cherub my foot, I thought.
And sighing I slowly repaired
back to my solitary bench
and thought and thought on
how I could kill those parasites
that bothered me as much
as that little cherub in the pram.
Not who you think I am
6/22/26
By Dustin Branum
I’m not crazy, I’m lost....
I’m not depressed, I’m suppressed....
I’m not lying, I’m selective....
I’m not paranoid, I’m aware....
I’m not high, I’m enlightened....
I’m not weak-minded, I’m indulging....
I’m not hateful, I’m disgusted....
I’m not resentful, I’m resilient....
I’m not angry, I’m expressive....
I’m not wrong, I’m open for the debate....
I’m not picky, I’m exploring my options..
I’m not mad, I’m disappointed....
I’m not rebellious, I’m standing up for what’s right....
I’m not selfish, I’m protecting mine....
I’m not denying, I’m refusing to condone....
I’m not enraged, I’m enslaved....
I’m not unstable, I’m unstoppable....
I’m not delusional, I’m conclusional....
I’m not stupid, I’m far from it....
I’m not deaf, I choose not to listen....
I’m not resisting, I’m refusing to bow down..
I’m not dangerous... to all....
I’m not a con, I’m a prophet....
I’m not dismissive, I’m filtering....
I’m not evil, I’m confused and tired....
I’m not woke, I’m awake....
I’m not okay....
I’m not you, I’m not me no more either....
I’m not accepted, I’m rejected....
I’m not jealous, I’m in envy....
I'm not a psycho, I'm a Scorpio....
I’m not for sale, nor doomed for hell....
I'm not the warden of this jail cell....
Do not call me
strong Black woman for
it is not a compliment
It is a title given to us
boxed inside expectations that
weigh us down
We are not superheroes
yet we are branded with
an "S" on our chest
forced to steer clear of
the kryptonite called failure
Black women aren't
supposed to fall
We're expected to
stand tall
and during the whole time
of this masquerade ball
we wear a mask
colored with yes we cans
and I got this
all the while we are
withering away in our own silence
We have no chance to
prioritize the cruel
balancing act
song and dance and
one trick pony show we
must perform
We are tired and filled to
capacity with fluids of frustration
but you'll never know it
because showing any
inkling of weakness
will paint a negative
picture for us
and how dare we
make ourselves look bad
When was the last time
we could just be ourselves
without ridicule
and disgusted stares
because we don't look or
act like like Becky with
the good hair
They label us strong
yet they want us to
be submissive
and if we're not
They deem us
unmarriageable
To them we're unrelatable
Lord forbid we set up
boundaries
then we are considered
undateable
So we're damned if we do
Damned if we don't
So on behalf of all
Black women I am here to say
it is NOT ok to be strong
However it's ok to fall apart
pick up the pieces and
rebuild ourselves anew
So the next time
They call you strong
Black woman
Let them know
Strong Black woman
is not a compliment
It's the hardest job that
that we have and it is a
job that is slowly killing us all
https://m.soundcloud.com/user-921599710/active-emotions
The aardvark who was ashamed looked at the floor
The ant that was angry banged on the door
The bee who was bold ventured on a quest
The bear who was bored drew upon his vest
The cat that was calm never entered rage
The cockatiel who was content sung in his cage
The crocodile that was cheerful looked very pleased
The deer who was disgusted brushed against the trees
The dog who was delighted wagged his tail high
The eagle that was envious soared across the sky
The goat that was grateful helped a near farmer
The gorilla that was glad ate his banana
The giraffe who was grumpy didn’t like the day
The horse who was happy galloped all the way
The jaguar that was jealous ran away far
The monkey who was mad jumped upon a car
The parrot that was proud brought aloud his voice
The snake that was sad made a poor choice
The seahorse that was silly caused a lot of strife
The tiger that was thankful loved to enjoy life
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
On this eve before New Years I resolved to be cheerful
But while driving my car, another car bumped me
The driver got out, and he gave me an ear full!
It took but a moment, and I knew he was beer filled!
Disgusted and angry, I found myself grumpy
I called the police, and they came to the crash
So I cheered up, and resolved, and expressed my relief
So happy, I hugged them and offered a kiss
Well they thought ME imbibed!!!
So they took me inside
And into a jail cell...I was thrown like a flash
My mood isn't good...I'm as mad as a hen!!
My great resolution has faded again!
How can this girl be happy,
When justice kidnaps me?
I'm spending my New Year's locked up in the pen!!
~
________________________________
For Regina's New Year Resolutions contest :)
Just Kidding, of course !!!!
Carl Fraser
Oh Paint me a far away horizon
Across a tranquil azure sea,
Where sits a peaceful deserted island
Where no one lives but me
Free from prying eyes and greedy lies
Free from scars that never heal
Let me be free to just be me
Instead of someone who isn't real
To live out my days giving thanks and praise
To my creator in heaven above
And leave behind the noise of worldly toys
And just bask daily in his love
To be stripped of pain by the spirits rain
And washed until my robes are clean
For Ive had enough of my fellowman's company
And im disgusted by what Ive seen
So I will step into my painted horizon
Framed in a forever state of bliss
And I turn back only for a fading glimpse
As I blow the world a farewell kiss.
Laced by the seas we see, you beg for a life so far
Far from all I've dreamed of, tranquil and spirit rain
A once false painted paradise,
Bliss, a farewell kiss, drowned the old heartache
Not knowing where it's coming from
Yesterday, I woke up to a new skyline,
A horizon, formed by your eyes,
Across a tranquil azure sea
Far from all existing companies, you stood
In front of the ocean - your ocean!
Sailing on every calm side of the turquoise sea
Stripping back into the innocence you once were
A gentleman, caressing the oats in a peaceful state
The moon breaking your once trusted mind
The silence of heaven, healing every scar inside
Redemption is a secret we all beg for
It was always you, someone lost, misguided by love
Somebody, I once dreamed of. A dream lost out at sea
Calling out for me --- you chose to pray alone
Repelled by the world so cold, yet here I stand
Alone, on the other side of that farewell kiss
For you, I paint a faraway horizon of bliss (my friend)
Waiting and dreaming about you, In another lifetime
~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~
To Make a Hen Go Fast
Quicken
Chicken
To Make a Hen Fat
Thicken
Chicken
To Make a Hen Disgusted
Sicken
Chicken
Using a Hen for Football
Kickin'
Chicken
Chicken with Lollipop
Licken'
Chicken
April 29, 2022
For A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Daring dandelions,
dance in the summer breeze.
Disgusted gardeners
do everything to
destroy the puff balls, while
dear children make a wish,
displaying innocence.
8/14/16
When you have seen your buddy get beaten beyond recognition, you've seen enough
When you seen your baby girl crying so hard she lost her voice, you've seen enough,
When you've seen the receiving end of an M1 Abrams delivery of death, you've seen enough
When you've seen the look on your soul mates face that only you know she is hurt, you've seen enough
When you have seen the people you love the most disgusted with you , you've seen enough
when you've seen the guy in the mirror and you don't know who he is, you've seen enough
When I leave this world after seeing all of the above and my buddy has recovered, my baby girl is happy,
the War is over, my soul mate is happy and her pain is gone, the people I love are proud of me ,
and the guy in the Mirror is smiling back at me, as I know who he is now.
I have seen enough.
I wrote this after I saw people on line fighting with some one I love because I want every one to see that there is so much hate and anger and violence and despair in this world haven't we all seen enough ?
I know I have. My Grandfather had three words written on his grave stone. Love one Another, he was in the First World War , and you would think this world would have also seen enough ?
I'm sorry that I'm always sad,
That I do things to make you mad.
I'm sorry that I've lost my hope,
I'm sorry for the ways I cope.
I'm sorry that I bring you down,
I'm sorry that I make you frown.
I swear to God that you must believe,
I love you more than you can see.
I'm sorry that my heart is dying,
I swear to you that I've been trying.
I'm sorry that I cannot see,
much future left in front of me.
I'm sorry that I'm so depressed,
I realy know that I'm a mess.
Writing this note's made me see,
Just how much hurt I've made you grieve.
I'm so disgusted with myself,
I'm so damn bad for your good health.
I know that It's hard to admit,
I've made this such a long hard trip.
I feel like I have ruined your heart,
Like I have torn you all apart.
I have a question for you dear,
And, yes, your answere I do fear.
You said that you missed her big picture,
When you saw, you changed your fixture.
For your sake, love, please look at mine,
Before your heart's put on the line.
I'm sorry that I'm so impatient,
I'm just afraid life's not worth waiting.
I really don't want you to leave,
I want for us to both believe.
I want to once again find hope,
But it will be hard on my own.
But then again if I'm too much,
I don't want to kill all your love.
You’re too old to feel this shy he says
Looking into my soul with those chocolate brown eyes
He slides two fingers in and I look away
My body begins to shake, my mouth begins to dry
Sex is normal they say…
All I can see now is his face
How he looked at me like I was everything
And nothing all at once
I can’t help but miss him even though he took all my shame
All he would do was take, take, and take
All I feel for him now is regret
And I realize that sex should not feel this way…
I close my eyes and try to forget his face
You did not break me, I think
There are many heartbreaks to come and tears to shed
One day I will look in the mirror and the person I will be able to see is a delighted me
People around have started to finally listen
Don’t lose your virginity to him if you’re not ready
Others begin to say that it’s just sex…
I see him naked with his beautiful, dark, and toned body in my bed
He starts to kiss me like he’s searching for answers, but in the wrong place
I feel the trembling in my body, the overload of heat
I don’t know if it’s excitement or fear
I tell him to get off
This isn’t love
I am just a slim body for him to use and forget in a couple of months, maybe even weeks
He gets dressed and leaves, and I feel relief
I am still pure, yet feel so dirty
Months have passed
I can’t help but see his face
How do you call someone you felt everything for and they felt absolutely nothing?
That’s real heartbreak
You will learn from this they say
I look around and see men as something to be disgusted by
Teach me how to love
But do I even love myself?
I took myself walking the other day,
not far from the city's decay
A small patch of solitude beckoned to me,
'til I came to take rest,by the old stump of a tree.
Sure I took myself walking and alone here I sit,
disgusted with life and close to a fit.
With face cupped in hands and eyes a-staring out straight,
I thought to myself, "What will be my fate?"
Self-pity had just about taken it's toll,
when that old stump piped up, with the voice of my soul.
"Look here young fella,what's got you so low?"
"Life's got me defeated', I said kinda slow.
"Life's got you defeated--just look what I've got,
a face charred by fire and a heart full of rot.
I've got critters chewing me inside and out,
and I'm darned close to dying,there is little doubt.
But am I discouraged?--not on your life.
I've served a good purpose, with my offspring and wife".
And looking around, what should I see,
but hundreds of saplings and another old tree.
"We've given the earth much more than we've taken,
if you do the same, you won't be forsaken.
Just go back and face life with it's ups and it's downs.
Back to your life in cities and towns.
But come back again, if you feel yourself slippin',
If more people went walking, there'd be less of them flippin'.
I