Best Eyesore Poems

Farcical, extravagant 
My birthmark is a scar 
A speckled blotch ...
A spot of pox 
An icon from afar 

I'm an upstart, I'm an eyesore 
Ranting...

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Inexpert at rhyme 
or singing in time
I bray like a laryngitic donkey
my artwork's inept 
I'm ham-fisted except
when doodling things that are wonky

Of style I'm bereft...

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One August day, to Hamburg’s great surprise,
I showed up in their Inner Alster Lake.
I peered at passersby with big blue eyes;
two knees poking up caused...

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South Of The (United States) Border...
(Reigns A Welter Of Disorder)

Caravans comprising multitudinous
     peoples plodded a steady course
analogous to iron filings drawn...

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The beggar in my street
The subject of my hate
An eyesore I felt he was
The old man with his plate

Sunshine or rains, chill or heat
Never had...

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For many years, the creek, ran passed as a drain,
Polluted and unloved; a poisoned murky vein.
A favoured dumping place, for household unwanted things -
out of...

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Whatever the offerings of time may bring
Whatever song my heart chooses sing
On life’s small pursuit I shall meditate
Elysian splendor around me, I appreciate
The simplicities of...

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In some circles, I’m like that comedian
Rodney Dangerfield, whose catchphrase
was, “I don’t get no respect.” 
I can’t say scorn doesn’t faze me.
I’ve always been terribly...

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I have lived my life believing these that I must work hard to make the Lord pleased.
 That I must work myself to the bone,...

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It was simply an old rusty tractor
An eyesore for passers by
A graveyard, at the back, of a pasture
All covered with weeds and vines
Curiously, on slow...

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Spy vs. Poet - pen trickery

(A collaborative poem by Serena Storm and Joel Thornton)


Dissimulating cloak – an apocryphal script 
Ah, I see "I" the spy...

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Beautiful scenery, rolling hills with craggy cliffs adorned with winter scrub clinging to impossible places. Narrow winding roads, leading somewhere, maybe nowhere, finding out when...

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Uncomfortable confronting 
your continuous consumption to which you're accustomed, 
the crunch, the chew, it's all you do, 
most munch at lunch while you the whole...

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I'll dibble dab and squiggle on my pad 
like a mad lad and if it's good it's bad and bad is good, 
words are misunderstood,...

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Mr. Ford, why did you make 
The cars which cause such deep heartache?...

From MOTs to punctured tyre,
Was that a gun, or did I misfire?

Parking tickets,...

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