Best Foul Language Poems
POETRY SOUP IS GARBAGE
why did i subscribe to this nonsense?
read the terms and conditions
no foul language, nor innuendos
FFS...can we not be adults?
can we not express our true selves?
No, we gotta cater to the weak minds
the forever-effing-blind
keep pushin' that purity nonsense
so we can all stay in-line
ignore truth, ignore dissent
keep the simpletons happy
bury our burdens with a fake smile
for utmost accessibility
Government policies that toilet stink
Presidentially approved
by a potty-mouth politrician rat-fink
Give the progressive town halls
more executive bathroom stalls
Read the foul language scrawls
on the Oval Office latrine
dollar-bill green painted walls
Flush the rank noise
with a few
smelly issue tissue tweet bawls
That dung aroma gon make your nose blink,
bowel vapors
will have your thoughts vomiting in the sink
Get the voting public
standing at nausea attention
Prep the ballot masses of breathy dissension
with sound bytes
of bitter chocolate bung mint,
duly veto sent
Tell ‘em it’s their sworn patriotic duty
to greedily eat the excrement
Taste the butt-hole flavor
of nasty worded inhalation torment
Truth got swallowed whole ... intestinal sold
Filthy lucre lips
do love the ruble con savor
Condition the brownie-nose party bound chumps
to double dip the cow chips
into the raw sewage salsa with the brown lumps
Be stricken by the loose tongue,
back-end diet
of diarrhea verbose crying
A cheeky butt buffet ...
odious motives with odoriferous intent
Buy the all-you-can-eat lying,
go feast on the swirling fear excrement
To The Kids In The Back Of The Bus
To the kids in the back of the bus:
(With the warmest regards)
Stop screaming
Why do you feel the need to scream when every time you sit down?
Why do you feel the need,
the need to sit there and the need to yell and curse and spit and cry out crude and foul language that could ruin a thousand lives in a thousand instants?
Why do you do so?
To the kids in the back of the bus:
People matter, so be quiet about things your pea sized brains don't understand
To the kids in the back of the bus:
Your jokes, are not funny
Your lies, not satisfying
To the kids in the back of the bus:
What happened to respect?
What happened to kindness?
What happened?
To the kids in the back of the bus:
Why is it that every time you make fun of someone that they laugh?
Why do you laugh at the jokes that are meant to harm?
Why is it, that every time I say that you're wrong, you persecute me too?
Dear Society:
(With the highest regards)
Why have you taught us to be like the kids in the back of the bus?
Rodney King said it best.
"Why can't we all just get along?"
Anger is an emotion when unleashed,
it causes harm.
Like firing a gun, you can't take the
bullet back, the damage is already done!
It's a Narcissistic, Psychopathic trait,
to unleash venom, in an uncontrollable way!
No regard for your fellow man and woman,
I must say.
"Remember this, it's not the things you say that matter,
It's the things you don't say."
Treat Others How You Would Want To Be Treated.
No put downs or foul language needed.
Remember it's your reputation showing,
The rocks will come back that you are throwing!
When you hurt someone( Man Up) or( Woman Up) to apologize.
Your a bigger man or woman. When you do whats right.
No one's perfect we all make mistakes,
but get over it, move on, for Pete's Sake.
Michael Tor 10/21/2015
We all sometimes get angry. Anger is an emotion that needs to be controlled. If not it causes harm to where its vented, and instead of you controlling it, it controls you.
We are here on the soup to share the love we have with this art form with one
another. Not to fight with one another. Respect one another and disagree
respectfully. Your reputation is monitored by your actions. Thanks for listening.
I am not apologizing for my sexual orientation
For loving what I want and not what society has dictated to me
I am not apologizing for my white skin
If you think it is privilege then walk in my shoes
I am not apologizing for being highly susceptible for feeling a lot
It has made me what I am today
I am not apologizing for speaking the truth
If I see you are abusing someone, I will surly let you know
I am not apologizing for my believes in God
He carried me, when you didn’t want to
I am not apologizing for not wanting to see a woman breastfeeding
No, it is not disgusting, I was just raised better
I am not apologizing for talking about my sexual abuse
I can show another victim that there is light in the aftermath
I am not apologizing standing up against bullies
I’ve been there, they need to know they not alone
I am not apologizing for my foul language
At times it is the most expressive
I am not apologizing for having a *****
It was given to me by the All Mighty
I am not apologizing for believing that woman must be able to stand alone
Their worth is not measured by a man or how many babies they have
I am not apologizing for my unsavoury past
It has moulded me to the person I am
I am not apologizing for history
It had nothing to do with me and I also was dealt a **** hand
I am not apologizing for believing that there are many huge false prophets
From potatoes to doom you should not be living large on selling God
I am not apologizing for when the depression hits me
It’s a matter of when and not if
I am not apologizing that I don’t always agree with you
Your view will not always be the same as mine
I am not apologizing for loving you
You show me that you have a good heart
I am not apologizing for things I didn’t do
I am already struggling with the things I did
Curse words are used by the educated and the ignorant without shame,
and they often appear in lyrics and movies;
what's the scope to divulge such obscenities?
On buses, trains and other public places mouths shout them with rage.
Most parents blame their kids' behavior on bad company,
they admit that if they are taught respect early, they will be the champions
that our society will praise immensely with eloquent words;
some will question, " What have they accomplished to have won a trophy? "
Speak respectfully whether you are a Moslim, Jewish or Christian;
be the model that they should highly admire and imitate by all means,
to be lenient and allow them to cuss is to offer them a venom that kills....
don't hush and let them abuse and demoralize you: fight and win!
Copyright ( c ) 2015 by Andrew Crisci
Twas’ a war full of foul language,
Whether it be said aloud or kept hidden in the minds,
In the minds of politicians, soldiers, and citizens.
The language,
Is directed towards the flight of democracy,
And the descent of communism,
Now we may blindlessly go along with the current trajectory,
But today I do not conform,
For today I lift my voice aloud,
In the pursuit to end the needless bloodshed.
To let the President execute,
His own agenda,
Is like letting a man with a checkers background,
Dictate the strategies of a chess match.
As a soldier I leave my loved ones.
I am forced to fight people who have never harmed me.
I don’t wish to,
I don’t ask to,
I am forced to by those who are higher above.
Ignorance has no place neither here nor there,
For that is a statement all men,
Whether they speak foul or nah can agree upon.
How many
lives need be forgotten before the toll to pay is too high?
How much
destruction must ensue in Vietnam before the ignorance may be revealed?
The endless bombardment
of artillery must flutter through our nightmares before we realize.
We stand united in the thought,
That sending men,
Sending them to spread our ideals,
Will make others “better”,
But we fail to acknowledge the inhumanity of the actions.
Man may never remove itself from the cycle of destruction,
But there is still hope,
For the morality of the silent,
Whether they be the majority or nay,
Will ALWAYS overcome the austerity of the situation.
May we fly above the cruelty of mankind,
And into the nest of peace and unity,
And Fly away from the Evils of the Vietnam War.
I feal no evil
But you worship it
I smile in your face
But its really a front
I hate any violence
But you beat up little kids
I am very well spoken
But you use foul language
I am respectful
But you talk back
I am really religious
But you hate the thought of church
I am honest
But you're always lying
I am grateful
But you always complain
I am well-known
But you have no friends
I am very nice
But you make alot mad
I face ALOT of battles
-Such as Good Vs. Bad -
a mispelled word is like a dent
in a poem
words that don't rhyme ruin
the decorum
mistakes are no different
there like a scratch in the paint
if your serious about writing
don't use the word "aint"
extreemly bad taste can be worse
than a scar
profain and foul language
stain just like tar
dull and depressing
the dust of disdain
what message of wisdom
by reading was gained
don't blimish the finish
polish each word
poetry driven respectfully
may soon one day be heard
Blame the parents
for rising their kids
with a foul language...
sins have a wage!
Only respect and morality
make good citizens of society,
but many like to poke fun
at anyone who can't run.
By looking at them one realizes
they came from unstable families:
their mother was a drunker,
and their father an abuser.
One of them wearing a Yankee cap
yells at the limping old lady out of shape,
" Fat cow, how many quarts of milk have gulped tonight?
You didn't wipe off that white mustache! Are you going to fart? "
And the elderly lady replied to that insult
" Watch your language, punk...I can fight! "
" Look at you! You walk like a turtle! "
she challenged her thinking she was feeble.
" Don't threaten me and get me mad, young lady!"
she brazed her legs expecting her
to suddenly fling and attack her;
" I used to play baseball...I'll knock you down easily! "
Taking a grim look at her, the slender and cynical girl
continued to abuse the obese lady by giving her hell,
" Taste this, it's going to hurt! " she yelled by punching the teenager hard
and once down, the motionless, breathless and bloody girl didn't get up.
Everybody panicked, shaking her trying to revive her,
" No pulse! No heartbeat! No breath! She's dead! "
The ambulance came five minutes after to take one to the morgue
and the other to the nearest hospital with a bleeding tongue.
It's very rare for a bizarre behavior to cause a sudden death,
and unfortunately one life was lost because that teen felt tough;
it's a warning to other youngsters, " Avoid such a confrontation
with people you think are too old to fight, always use precaution!"
Cindy and Sydney - -
The Birth of Sydney
Cindy half lay in a corner of the room,
her long hair drooping over her head.
Almost touching the floor, it hid her face from view.
Sobbing now, low and fully,
the long painful bursts
creeping all the way from
where pain begins and silence ends.
Cindy was no virgin
but this was her first trick,
and was not a good experience.
Gone now, he was drunk to the point of insensitivity,
playing the role of John Holmes.
Not in the passive sense.
He was belligerent and cruel,
demanding satisfaction.
She gathered the bits and pieces
of herself together …
from the walls, the floor,
and vowed no one would ever
touch her, that way, again.
The early morning air, was brisk as she walked
out to the curb.
Her head cleared completely.
She saw him come from the bar across the street,
staggering to the curb---- sick.
Walking up to him, he grinned that silly piece of a grin
he had when he first exposed himself to
her earlier in the night.
She almost wretched as he took her by the arm,
come on honey he said through fetid breath.
I have just the thing for you.
I’ll bet you do. I’ll just bet you do she thought.
Far back, in the ally way she propped him up
against the side of a building, while she
fumbled at the pants.
When the time was right she quickly moved
and the straight razor was quick, sure and thorough.
She stood up and looked into the puzzled, pain ridden eyes.
Look at me she said. Look at me!
I want you to know who did this, if only for a second.
He turned a saddened guilt laden face to her in recognition.
The razor slashed again, and trying to speak
the words gurgled
from the opening in his throat.
“My name is Sydney” she said, don’t you ever forget it”
© cgh nov 2011
COMMENT: This poem is entirely fictional. Dark poetry
seems out of my realm, but If you think I could continue
a "Sydney" series please comment to that effect, and I
will make another attempt. It is hard because I do not
like the foul language which usually accompanies a poem
such as this.
Tension Relief Program or TRP is a new treatment for a condition from which many of us suffer.
Step 1: Say "Footboatgoose" 3 times.
Step 2: Laugh.
If you cannot laugh, try restarting the program.
Saying "footboatgoose" 3 times may summon goofballs with bad hair, foul language, and noisy black & white striped suits.
TRP may cause ILLS(Infinite Logic Loop Syndrome).
If you develop ILLS, suspend using TRP and call Tech Support.
ILLS may make you unsafe to drive, so ask a friend to help you.
Treatment of ILLS is available and recovery is possible.
Side effects of TRP may include snorkel nose, pick-up stickyballs, and memory crapping.
Less common side effects may include trembling limbo bimbo, itchy fuzz-butt stubble, and jumping Macarena beans.
Men may experience interrupted pistachio stream and/or herniated taco sauce.
Women may experience runaway Fallopian tubin' and/or made in China milk.
WARNING: Saying "footboatgoose" around strangers may cause temporary detention.
TRP is still in development, but I think it is safe to use in moderation.
Please send all concerns to whom?
TRP v1.15 - Fit to Print
Don't say the wrong things
Don't hurt others feelings
Just bite your tongue and
Keep your lips sealed
Don't swear
Don't be insulting
Don't use foul language
Just bite your tongue and
Keep your lips sealed
For its better to not get into an argument
Over a silly little thing that you'll regret later
Emily Krauss
Love trumps hate,
and if rioting in the streets destroying private property,
filthy and disgusting foul language shouted and painted on signs
that small children can easily hear and read,
combined with threats of blowing up a government building
regardless of how many innocent people are inside
doesn’t prove it,
then nothing does.
Don’t you just LOVE it?
What’s that old saying about the pot calling the kettle…….
May these words upon my breast
seek to help and heal and deliver
for these times we may shiver
at tricks the evil lay at our feet
in our minds on our street
that we may fall but for the call of the lord
For he is not the author of confusion
winged prayers will lift us in unison
and the sweetest spirits will fill the room
not foul language but blessed as rose bloom
And the wails of the widows will prevail
loved one is in heaven and we share
love still just one is closer to God
Fret not for he is with you dear heart
And the parents who lost a child
even at birth who long for a smile
stillborn, SIDS, sickle cell, other illness
God is moving even in the stillness
And history has the issue of blood
Woman healed by just one touch
All these trials we hear in hymns
Get you riled up to run to him
Only one son can we run to
And one God we trust so true
When in dilemma or sticky situation
Always remember invocation.
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