Best Filthy Poems
Filthy hands can not be cleaned with soap~ if the filth goes beyond the skin
Alexis Y.
12/22/19
At the drop of a hat, your life could change
If you win the big jackpot of ten million
You'd have all the things you've ever wished for
And every day would be bright vermillion
With money to burn the world would be yours
You'd have nothing to hold you back
You could live like a king, demand anything
There'd be absolutely nothing you'd lack
Do you think you'd be the same sweet person
Or would money change who you are
Wouldn't mind finding out to tell the truth
Think I'd find the whole thing quite bizarre
Like to think I'd remain the same person
With both feet firmly planted on the ground
But money can change a person's perspective
And your whole life can turn upside down
Sure like to know how money would affect me
Would I become this financial tycoon
It really could swing either way I imagine
Could wind up just a filthy rich baboon
© Jack Ellison 2015
A child hears a song on the radio
and the music sets his mind aglow...
at his age he’s too young to know
he’s being sucked in the black, black hole
of foul, filthy, phallic rap and roll.
Tuned to the beat that fills his ears
he merges with the sounds he hears,
he doesn’t know just how severe
the words that pulse play a role
in foul, filthy, phallic rap and roll.
Sex and surrender are entwined
in lyric beats of metered time
and as all decency is undermined...
verse by verse the words take their toll
through foul, filthy, phallic rap and roll.
As he is swept by carnal tides
religious values wash aside,
all moral binds become untied...
a beast within then gets paroled
by foul, filthy, phallic rap and roll.
So, entranced by the tunes he plays
song by song he gets dragged away
into the beat of world decay...
he’s in lockstep on a fatal stroll
with foul, filthy, phallic rap and roll.
The handlers laugh at all of those
who think that they have smelled a rose...
but it’s just the thorns shoved up your nose
by agents into mind control
with foul, filthy, phallic rap and roll.
Through the fog and filthy air—
Which hurts my eyes just to see,
I come with something to declare…
I bring no one but myself; still, beware!
Beware of what may come after me
Through the fog and filthy air.
I come with bad news laid bare,
I come with lost souls—mad and hungry;
I come with something to declare:
Build high the wall, let them flare;
Lest all of them break in, running free!
Through the fog and filthy air.
Believe me what awaits out there:
They are not what they used to be,
I come with something to declare.
And, oh, I see them rushing from there—
Legion of hell which no one can compare!
Through the fog and filthy air
I come with something to declare!
SO MUCH IN THE WORLD SUCH AS ANGER, HURT, CONFUSION AND MISTRUST.
SO MANY HATERS IT COULD OVERFLOW THE EARTH SHATTERING THE INNOCENT.
A COLD REALITY THAT REALLY BITES THE DUST.
SHAKING THE FRAGILE AND KILLING THE STRONG.
WHERE THE RIGHT ARE ACCUSED OF BEING WRONG.
PEACE IS BEING TESTED AND TRIALS ARE SET.
WHERE FIRE IS BLAZING AND A THUNDERSTORM IS BEING MET.
ROCKY ROADS ARE SLIDING AND BEING FLIPPED.
WHERE THE HARD-WORKING AND HONEST ARE BEING SKIPPED.
FILTHY AIR HAS NO CHOICE OF PERSON.
THEY SEEK THE WEAK AND TRY TO TEAR DOWN THE HUMBLE AND MEEK.
NO ONE CAN EVER EXPECT WHAT IS TO COME.
BUT A WAVE THAT CANNOT BE DEFINED.
FIGHTING IS THE ONLY WAY OUT.
TO SHOW THE FILTHY AIR WHAT LIFE IS TRULY ABOUT.
Once there was a man called Tight "the rope"
"even filthy language will carry truth"rope's hope
basis if "true to conscience"
right be the comprehension
bloody, damn you rope! filthy gentleman!
A small ball appeared
Suddenly in her head
The ball said
Where is your mom?
Where has she gone?
You’re a silly lonely girl
A filthy little fool
You’re a nasty small ball
A heavy clumsy ball
What do you mean?
You’re incredibly mean
The ball pushed her chest
The ball pulled her joints apart
The heavy heavy ball
Pushed her so she fell
She is falling deeper and deeper
Down into a pit of loneliness
Where is my mom?
Where has she gone?
Is she in the pit, too?
Why can't some women stay on their feet?
Getting laid, down, soiled marks upon clean sheet
Wide open legs, what a filthy dirty cheat!
Do you brush your teeth after each new cock lick?
Or wipe yourself clean before the next guy inserts a clean dick?
At least a whore gets paid for every trick!!
The muttonish way you dress, like some old slapper
Spluttering rubbish like some stupid rapper
****** flaps with teeth like a red snapper!
The trust you break, with the illicit love you make
So many different men, surprised your insides don't ache
As you wriggle and writhe with any old snake!
Impossible to narrow it down, who gave you chlamidia?
I should just be grateful to be bloody rid of ya
I am free from you and your devil claw.
You broke my heart and you crushed my soul
Letting every prick into your dirty little hole
Burrowing deep inside like a short sighted mole!
Don't blame me, it's just my hormones
Or something similar is what the whore moans!!
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
Camera candy nose
Pyroclastic pose
Beverly Hills publicity
Her kitty’s named felicity
Do the Bentley boogie down
In that shaved Versace gown
Vesuvius Christmas wreath
Viral presents underneath
Walk that red carpet ruse
Marrying mortgaged shoes
Spaghetti string saunter
Sauced communists want her
Champagne celebrity schmooze
Collecting her psychic's dues
Visions of pin-up hair
Her cleavage loves a dare
Diamond mirrored glasses
Nonprescription asses
Paparazzi puckered lips
Pillow tops of Botox tips
She seduces colorblind nations
Undressing orphaned obligations
Designer hip dysplasia
High heel knockoffs in Asia
Behold the drama queen
A feudal minx of screen
Begging the homeless to dream
Because Oscar makes her scream
Off With Their Filthy Heads
Should one dare oppose the arrogant kings
cry out with pride so it soundly rings
Stand with sweet honor, our hat in hand
fight corruption in this freedom's land
Those that say nay are simply afraid
going against the massive power laid
What power, have any over the Soul
death is always the unavoidable toll
A man walks his very own selfish path
bringing on misery and darkened wrath
Why not step off that selfish trail
avoid the sending one deep into Hell
Every king served a spiritual master
bad deed brought judgment ever faster
Yet having power over life and death
was a stone choking their every breath
Shall you be stalwart and honor true
let your gentle heart judge only you
Leave others to see your honoring him
or walk blindly with their light so dim
Should one dare oppose the arrogant kings
cry out with pride so it soundly rings
Stand with sweet honor, our hat in hand
fight corruption in this freedom's land
Yes, we dare to oppose those tyrant Kings
Slay them , give that filthy crown a fling
Off their heads with true justice abated
justice the goal never with vengeance hated!
Robert J. Lindley, 05-06-2015
Note: The term "King" is used to denote great power and not necessarily royalty
in its usual interpretation.
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Woke up and wrote this about 3 am this morning. Had refused to write it when earlier inspired that day.
I tell you, my muse is one very forceful and stubborn ruler!
Stinking, dirty money
Foul, festering money
Putrid, gassy money
Rotten, disgusting money
Oppressing, cruel money
Castigating, merciless money
Admonishing, finger-wagging money
Subjugating, stone-faced money
Aah, money…
That your kiss is so sweet,
Your embrace so sensuous,
Your possibilities so tempting…
I am dirty with your scent
Bolts and nuts litter the highway
Rickety cars shedding their parts
Contractors' pride in Naija
More potholes to serve the roads
Roads built on holes and filth
Blind they become when they pass by
With extra cushion to absorb the shocks
Potholes and filth don't mean a thing
Paid to punish the poor
The cost of road use is often death
With effrontery, faces display
Gullies and rubbish strangulating traffic
Same points for shameful political portraits
Unkind faces forced on the people
Only contractors and their payers celebrate
Bandits, thieves and police celebrate
Using their property (road) as bait to rob
Potholes important for extortion and killing
People driven in confusion and pain
Permanent engagement in ignorance
”Negative words can create a negative image of self; embrace negativity and let it be fuel to your inner positivity, to see self in a positive light.”
Quote _by Poet
For many years I struggled to see my self-worth,
Thought I was a useless piece of discarded trash.
My low opinion of self, made me question my birth.
I longed for my dark days to zoom by in a flash.
I was made fun of when I attended grade school.
I believed every negative thing that was said;
My sad life was so overwhelming and cruel,
I spent most of my days in my full-sized bunk bed.
As time went by, feelings for self-started to shift,
I started to entertain ” liking” who I was,
Soon positivity came, it was such a gift.
My attitude started to change without applause.
No longer did I see unwanted filthy rags.
I saw my worth and value in my brokenness,
Now I view negative energy as red flags,
Folks talk about me these days, for outspokenness.
For many years I struggled to see my self-worth,
I was made fun of when I attended grade school.
As time went by, feelings for self-started to shift,
No longer did I see unwanted filthy rags.
Contest: My Created Form
Sponsor: Constance La France
11/29/2020
i see right through you
you are dirty and deformed
you are an abandoned building
i see the lights behind you
the created lies and a cruel smile
I see the problems in your life
you're incomplete and the torn parts bleed honey
I see your head and your flaws
you are in the future you have sore feet and lost eyes
I see through your soul
you are naked and no one can remedy you
I see through your grimy soul
and you despise the solutions that would make you work
I see your mistakes and setbacks
nothing can save you and life has spoiled again
I'm seeing right through you
I'm better than you and I wash away your stained words
I wash your broken bones and tongue
the world was better without you looking to hide
I see the lights behind you
there is no one better than you
I'm much worse than you
there are lights behind you
and we don't even know what we're doing here
there are lights behind a soul that is not even yours
gods won't save us and they're being questioned
behind you the lights shine
and you shouldn't question what medicine we should use
through you i see you're dirty
and there's layers of dirt all over the place and i'm gonna clean
the lights illuminate a soul that is not even yours
you're naked and the sky is getting farther and farther away
i see right through you
you are complete and your shadow is complete but it is not you
i see right through you
and you look beautiful and the galaxy sweats stars
and the stars reflect you
and the stars light up your soul
I see that your soul is naked
you are clean
and I'm filthy wanting to dirty you
Some got a pathological need,
a dirty obsession for that coffin wallpaper
They wrapped themselves in the black widow veil
of murderous deceit
For what?
To taste the yellow snow
of an unclean life insurance policy,
a crimson crypt guarantee
They’re willing to scarlet signature go
to the pit of perdition below
With the gnashing of their plaque teeth,
their lying gangrene gums
have a bottomless covetous bleed
Oh how filthy is the color of greed!
Their gain green ways
is dirty money laundry madness
A purple reign whitewash rinse
is obscenely falling at a Faustian pace
The prince of this world
got them brown nose benders,
those bloodhound coin sniffers,
on a silver urn lucre loco motive chase
But the code blue folly of it all,
the gold digger worms
do-do come to a flatline crawl
And that dollar bill cadaver feed
is a pink ink lip lust envy
for violet dye poison ivy —
A sin dung beetle sordid concede
Oh how filthy is the color of greed!