Best Disgusts Poems


Nymphomania

I have been called a sex god
It has been said that
I radiate an aura of pure sexuality
I stopped telling my friends stories of my exploits years ago
Because they don't believe me
For instance
My last lover was a 54 year old paraplegic actress
I once gave a girl dozens of orgasms within a single minute
And can reproduce this feat at any time on any woman

Every inch of my body is fantastic
Like a machine fine-tuned for sexual pleasure
My sex drive is monstrous
Unending
Makes me crazy
I only stop to smoke cigarettes once every few hours
And I don't have a refractory period

All this is true
I'm probably a nymphomaniac
But it doesn't matter
Because I hate people
Because I hate dating
Because I have nothing to prove
Because the cosmos are indifferent
Because economizing sex disgusts me

I'm generally quiet
Try to keep a low profile 
But inside 
a Martian sex dragon
Breathing passion and lust
Inside
Roaring madly alone, tortured
Clawing at my skin
Chomping on my bones
Gnashing on my brain like a chew toy

I pretend not to care
I like to think it doesn't have an affect on me
But it is me
And I hate it
And I love it

Premium Member Sentimentality

Boo, hiss, spare me the phony sentimentality
Like you really think anyone gives a damn,
And, while you’re at it I say, sarcastically,
Get your side-glancing, eye-rolling response
Nothing so disgusts me as false gooeyness
That syrupy froth that freezes on demand, 
Accompanied by raw, unbridled saccharinity
Just one touch of your pure, unavoidable grace. 

Written May 22, 2022
For “Sentimentality” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward

Pi(E) Day Sestina Part 1

Pi (e) Day Sestina

being the recollection of a conversation between myself as I was trying to enjoy a piece of 
pie and my suddenly irrational, demanding, and surprisingly bilingual stomach on 3/14

I really want a frosted sugar cookie right now.
Now, don’t think I’m loca
but if you don’t get me one I’m going to get Chuck
Norris to roundhouse kick you in the face.  His lust
y pectorals: tan, hairy and torsional, will be but a blur in your memory.  Never underestimate 
the power of the one who can even make pi
a rational number.  Oh irrational love of sugar cookies!  I can almost taste the sweet buttery 
goodness of the frost

ing melting in my mouth like the frost
y ice crystals busy changing states of matter now
on top of the piece of pie
hastily served to you before properly thawed at the loca
l diner, piled high with enough fake whipped cream to satiate even the lust
iest of appetites.  “Who would chuck, even if they could chuck, would chuck

away such a flawless embodiment of pre-prepared, packaged, processed, passed off as 
home-cooked goodness in favor of a stale cookie, and on Pi(e) Day nonetheless?” you chuck
le.  That snide remark is deserving of the bestowal of my best Queen Frost
ine stare, you know, cold and queenly and vaguely reminiscent of  the Candyland character 
with the same name, whose (il)lust
riousness is matched solely (not only in beauty but also in sugar content) by that of a frosted 
sugar cookie.  I hope you (k)now  
how to take a hint.  No?  Well, then get that pie-filled fork out of my face while I spell it out 
for you.  Loca
te a frosted sugar cookie for me pronto!  This piece of pie

disgusts me!  I don’t care that it’s pi
day!  You’ve got 3.14 seconds to get me a frosted sugar cookie before I up-chuck
all over everything in this immediate loca
le!  Don’t make me get all Frost
y the snowman on you now
and have a meltdown!  Wow, I need to stop and take a deep breath.  I’m making myself 
extremely (f)lust


Outkast----

"Conceive true deception multiplied a million fold
 visualize the yin and yang in a battle so intense
 that we get em confused
 the resident evil specialize in misconstruing

 We wanna be at a presidential level -- what are we doing?
 foolin' ourself, clownin ourself, playin ourself
 by not bein ourself

 We can`t babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
 Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can`t get our meat
 while we ask no reason for the misplacement of the season
 look at the picture that`s painted
 tainted as the mind who`s blinded to the point
 where Sodomites get all the rights
 we fall for fights with fisticuffs
 get pissed enough to miss the bus

 It disgusts me to see my folks run up on
 I say stand up on deception of time all of Revelations
 and recognize this mind on the reality of horror
 known as mankind

 Jesus and his twelve disciples make thirteen
 A righteous number of righteous men
 even Judas the Betrayer came true in the end
 the Devil says the end is the beginning
 they teach that we were the product of incest

 Invest no level of self into their system of Paganomics
 stand with us and don`t look back upon it
 just face this mind state
 
Otherwise Babylon..."








~this is to get Ruben Bailey's WuRdz to a new audience.   a true STREET POET, Soothsayer

A Troubled Soul

A Troubled Soul

They use these three words for countless endeavors, a face with no soul and a body with no mind
Impaled by my inside thoughts, my heart and mind dueling each other for control, a civil war
My heart yearns for the smile of my past while the mind shoves me towards a future devoid of a soul
My future smile disgusts me; a place filled with the stout stench of dying souls and haunted cries

I yearn for peace within me; I yearn to soothe the cries of my weeping heart
I search for an escape; I yearn solitude, a place where the actions that stem from my thoughts offer no consequence
They call it the greater good, yet the good from such actions is hard to decipher
As I sacrifice my virtues to settle with someone beneath me, to avoid mewling over a lost love

I tell myself if you keep me distracted then my thoughts are diverted from her
I convince myself to fight on, yet the warrior within me has long been laid to rest
Heaven has shunned my romantic soul, cupid`s aim is a distant memory of what it once was
As my heart drowns in a love that betrays me, a cruel sick twisted gut-wrenching deceitful love, a false love

Stuck in limbo my essence remains fragmented and my dreams still remain tormented
Left behind to pick up the pieces of a shattered heart, left behind to reminisce the past
Dead inside my dreams are in black and white; my dreams are to leave this world behind
My lungs choked as they struggle to breathe the breath of life

Like a fishing line my soul has been reeled in and cast out into the open repeatedly
And like a game of football, my love has been kicked around far too many times
Left to meander aimlessly like the soulless creature of darkness that I am
Left to ponder on the inevitability of a demise yet to be told, yet to be unfolded

I am stuck and my emotions betray my secrets to the wind, betraying my cause of life
No love within the depths of my heart, no compassion to embrace the cold wilderness within me
I walk the path alone and see what you`ve become without me, I sink further towards the gallows
You *****, at least now I`ll see you in the misery and the hate of what you`ve become

Seen God Lately?

Just to set things straight before I rant on.
I believe in God
Religion in almost any form disgusts me
They were given this earth and life in all its glory
What did they do in appreciation ?
They promptly invented a better place!
Heaven. Paradise. Angels, Virgins (why?)
And of course Satan with his burning Hell
It's like being given water to drink and defecating in it
Oh I forgot,    we did that.
Then of course they branched out into sects
Protestant, Catholic, Sunni, etal
Convincing Irish men to war with each other
over how to please God
As to Earth (The Gift from God)
They war over who gets to destroy it
They die to actually own it
Complete with headstone.
Usually in the best area for living.
How do you religious ingrates live with this sin?
In blind senseless destruction of all it can be.


Hate

Hate

Hate, hate, Hate
It all goes with my fate
I try to conceal it
But it starts to eat me inside

Hate is the nasty, big black color
I picture it as a burned flower
Searching for colorful things
But it just can't find the world around it

I try to eat hate
Man! It's as hard as biltong
It tastes like chewing sand
That makes me irritated!

Hate is the wild monster
Invading every red heart
Draining every blood it had
Pouring ashes onto the heart

hate smells like rotten meat
whenever a dog pass by;
It stops to smell the horrible aroma
Quickly the dog hurries away

hate is the sound of mucus
spitted on the floor, “Spurt!”
It disgusts everyone
Yuck! It makes me vomit

Hate bullies me
It forces me to be negative
with its gigantic red eyes
It frightens me

Hate refuses to have companions
To have friendly faces
Even smiles and laughter is not permitted
hate is a disastrous idol!

Hate you are nothing
But trash to anything you ever invaded
so unlock my heart
And leave me in peace
 
By Martha Jonas

The Crows

Solitude does seek some solace
Free from faithless fealty faces
 who fear fidelity and sooth.
 The fiends of night despise mice 
Who have big hearts in their bosom 
Which dead would rather devour,
For live flesh disgusts these heartless 
crows 
Who will never become your doves.

Death's wailing worms who 
decompose
 All but those who bleed 
blood and hearts, 
For the jackals shall see them killed, 
An off'ring to secret shadows.

The Lords People In a Corrupt World

I see the world crumbling around me, people losing their moral ground
Following what they think is right rather than what they truly know is right. 
Most people really are uneducated sheep and cannot see what’s right in front of their faces. 

So many even mock the Lord and his word as if he didn’t exist and even openly say with conviction that theirs no GOD! And instead there small minds worship a sport as if it was their GOD?! 

It really disgusts me and breaks my heart to see how far mankind has gone and I fear for their souls as they do not know what they do. 

Dear Lord please have mercy and help show them the way, its easy for them to be distracted and miss lead with all they hear and are shown in this corrupt world without its true intentions shown.

GOD Bless all the Lords people and hold your heads high as the true fight is yet to happen and when it does . .  We’ll fight until we die!

Amen

I Am Not a Romantic

I’m not known as a romantic
I detest dreamy haikus
And love senryus 
Sent to me with chocolates
And nervous smiles
It’s not easy, 
to please me 

Unsteady gazes and sweaty palms
Make me nauseous
Why I even said yes, in the first place
Is a mystery to me
Boy’s essences in Men’s bodies
Scare me
What he’s capable of doing 
Is greater than his understanding of my delicacy 

Bouquets of reddest roses
Disgusts me

“Why would somebody give somebody else a plant’s reproductive organs?”

Couldn’t he be, just a touch more, discreet?
Suggestive phrases and raunchy sentences
Make me dizzy with regret

Until the day Males of my age stop taking me on dates to  places
That have a value menu meal
Finally realize that I am more than just a pretty face
And have more than good looks to seal the deal


I. Refuse. To. Date. 



Please note_ 
I probably had the worst date of  my entire LIFE last friday. A disaster. This poem 
pretty much caps how i feel right about now. blehh.

Highschool.

Premium Member Percentages

90% of humanity disgusts me 
The other 10% I shall never get to thank 
Beneath contempt and not worth loathing 
The 90% I rank 
Absolutely numb at the levels my species can sink 
A time for nuclear cleansing 
Is worth the effort, I think
Be done with it already 
Our species is done 
We’ve gone to the depths of depravity 
There’s nowhere else to run
Give the world to the animals 
Let them have their shot 
We have proven over and over 
That intelligence 
We have not 
We still kill
We still pollute 
We still lie, cheat and steal 
We still devour the world 
And do it all with such zeal 
We thumb our nose at religion
And believe it doesn’t matter 
We gorge ourselves on evil
And let our greed get fatter 
I shake my head everyday 
And wonder why it’s allowed to continue 
I’m afraid of one day 
Where I will no longer care
Where the stories of horrific tragedies
Will become easy to bear
I want to leave this world 
The way I arrived
Innocent
But sometimes I fear 
I might become part of the 90% 
Keep the Faith and keep strong 
For in this world it’s too easy 
To go wrong 

Eric (and sometimes not)
© Eric Nolan  Create an image from this poem.

Not Enough Gags

(On the morning of February 25, 1983, the great dramatist 
Tennessee Williams was found dead in a New York hotel suite. 
He had choked on the plastic cap of his eyedrops bottle, which
he habitually held in his mouth when applying the eyedrops.
The alcohol and pills he'd consumed suppressed his gag response.
This poem is (we are asked to imagine) the last thing he wrote, 
a flurry of notes scribbled on hotel stationery.) 


Why don’t I just go out and meet some bum?
for I confound hell in Elysium.
Romantic anonymity, just like
you’re lost out in the rain, Ciudad Juarez …
No human thing disgusts me, if it’s not
unkind, or violent.
                                      I feel good, now.
I’m jacked up, and I’ve got my Seconal wind.
Where are you, Merlo?  I’ve spent too much time
alone.  We make decisions - is it will?
Well, character is fate.  (Those eye drops.  Damn,
where are they?)  Walking out on Mom and Rose
was something which, although it had to be,
required a holy selfishness of me
that was spectacular.  
                                          The Rose Tattoo.
The only thing I wanted was to love –
was that too much to ask?  Somebody’s Stella –
Stella for star.  We muse too much on cruelty.
The pain’s no bane, so long as there is love.
Who cares what people say, after you’re gone?
I just wish I’d been lighter, funnier.
Camino, Orpheus, Sweet Bird of Youth:
they’re all so miserable – I’m not like that.

I think I’ll do a comedy named “Playwrights Dead”.
They always seem to go in silly ways!
There’s Hasek, Aeschylus and Ottoway,
and Orton, too.  And Marlowe, most of all.
I need an epigraph that’s frivolous,
ironic, ludicrous, nonsensical.
(Ah, found my drops.) 
                                           In spite of all life’s dangers
If “proud”’s allowed, two things above the crowd
still clamor loud.  I love the Texas Rangers,
and casual kindness, meted out by strangers.

Freezing Eyes

You can feel the darkness that screw your heart.. 
You can feel your hair whirling with the dust above your eyes..
You are shattering to the sight of your reflecting face into the mirror.. 
You are freezing.. 
Your eyes take you far.. 
Far away from here..
Where the winds blow 
And the waves go here and there and then carry you to the abyss.. 
The waves in her way back moan and cry and moan and sob for your fate and your faith once lost.. 
Your despair grows and grows till finds no limits and then suddenly stops.. 
Leaving you wonder and wonder aimlessly and then continues to grow deeper and deeper.. 
You eyes have no colors even if they are blue or green.. 
They seem to be empty and lifeless in a way that disgusts you I mean “you” the other self in me.. 
Who is the me?
Or who am I?
I hesitate between a pack of cigarettes in my hand and a broken glass of wine under my feet to interrupt my staring through the black window in my room..
It is all black basically and I don’t care much about the colors because I can’t really see any..
I turn on the T.V and notice that it is all bloody chains of everyday life that freak me out.. 
I turn it off finally and sit for awhile trying to remember my inability to resist facts and face problems that were disturbing me for ages..
And then I let it fall as I always do.. 
It makes me go crazier when I see that I’m powerless and tired of getting sick of it.. Tired of doing what they told me to do: how to behave, walk, wear eat what to say and what is forbidden to say and some other things..
Am I living a fake life? 
Is this life? 
Am I really living? 
Why am I crying when it is useless? 
Why am I not able to pretend to be happy? 
Am I too pessimistic?
I don’t have any inspiration because I’m nothing.. 
I’m nothing while my surroundings live life to the full.. 
When I become heartless and undesirable.. 
I’m nothing when I can hardly read something.. 
When my friends come first.. 
When I have no time for myself if I still call it “myself”..
© Akrp Zal  Create an image from this poem.

God Forsaken Fate

This world 
This world
Is so far gone
Every day I wonder
What the hell’s gone wrong

All this corruption deep inside
Every word’s another lie
Broken promises 
Are just another part
Of every person’s 
Broken heart 

We all point the shame
While we’re the ones to blame
We all play this game
Hoping they’ll know our names
Don’t you know that
Our hearts are full of black
Don’t you see that
Hope is what you lack

Have you looked at our churches
Have you thought about what the meaning of faith is
How dare you tell
Others they’re going to hell
I’ll promise you this 
Jesus was killed with a kiss 

We all point the shame
While we’re the ones to blame
We all play this game
Hoping they’ll know our names
Don’t you know that
Our hearts are full of black
Don’t you see that
Hope is what you lack

I’m so sick of the hate 
I’m sick of everyone losing their faith 
You’re just a godless soul 
You can’t hide from God 
In this forsaken hole 


We all point the shame
While we’re the ones to blame
We all play this game
Hoping they’ll know our names
Don’t you know that
Our hearts are full of black
Don’t you see that
Hope is what you lack

This world
Oh how it disgusts me
How can men expect women to trust 
When they’ll never see past their lust
I’m so sick of the hate, torture, and rape
There’s no hope in this God forsaken fate

I Believe In Peace

I'm 18 years old and I live in a world where
Sadness is predominate, there is no such thing as peace.
If we stray from the beaten path, we are outcasts
Desecrators of what makes things easy.

I am a girl who lives in a world where technology reins.
Concrete mountains seem to tower over Everest and you can live your whole life while 
sitting in a chair.
Smoke from everything destorys everything.

It disgusts me.

So just to be sure I'm different from the rest, to be utterly positive people know where I 
stand, I here and now choose to declare

That I believe in Unicorns.

It's random, I know, but even so I refuse to not have one insane idea to cling to.
I want the forests and the sun on my skin, to sit beside a creek and listen to its music.
I want a world where the earth is revered, every flower and plant cherished as it should be.
I want a world that believes in unicorns.

I choose to believe that such purity and peace is still possible, if only we search hard enough.
I choose to believe that that to follow the beaten path will destroy all that Humanity as 
struggled to create.

I choose to believe in unicorns.

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