Best Grotty Poems

Sharpened pens were brutal swords; a war was forged
Blow after blow was struck, with blood rage engorged
Not one single word between them had been spoken
No flag of truce waved, or friendship offered as token

Nothing was off limits, nor were any boundaries set
For years they'd battled,...

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A bullfrog and a butterfly both chanced upon each other.
‘My dear, you are an ugly beast!’ the bullfrog dared to utter.
‘Why froggy,’ gasped the butterfly, astounded by his words.
 ‘My beauty is unparallel while yours is so absurd!’
‘Ha – ha! Ho – ho!’ laughed froggy...

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Miss Garner, Miss Garner. I HATE your Gymkhana,
I loathe every second it's run.
I dread all those horses and obstacle courses,
and everyone else having fun.

Now Mummy is frantic, the panic gigantic;
my pony won't go in the box.
She's shouting and screaming (and often blaspheming),
when Dobbin sits down...

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Spring begins as a spring, the roads shining wet, the earth desultory floats the water as 

the lawns are pricking green welcoming the Spring. At dawn the birds chatter with delight 

at the worms' awful plight while commuters mutter imprecations to one and all as...

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This is poetry for us all when you can’t find the words.


Acerbic, angry, awful is this poems dream.
Bad, boring, balderdash are its major themes.
Childish, contemptuous, cynical to the last;
Daft, dizzy, desultory meanings that are vast.

Egregious, extemporaneous and extra bad,
Foolish, futile, fantasy, that's pretty sad.
Garish, grotty,...

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SPRING IN AIR, LOVE ONLINE                                        ...

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The snot monster’s got me
He’s inside my head
I shouldn’t be working
But home in my bed
I’m sniffing and snuffling
And blowing my nose
I’m trying to hang on
Till the snot monster goes

The snot monster’s got me
I’m feeling so grotty
It’s hard doing work
When you’re bunged up and snotty
As I...

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I haven't had a quiet life
In-fact it's been quite busy
When I think back to how it was
It sends me kinda dizzy

I have had a lot of men
Of which I can recall
I could name most of them
But could not name them all

Alan, Steve, Wayne and Mark
Jimmy,...

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The world was going to end in nineteen fifty-nine,
according to my grandma. I know; she told me so.
Not because of Russia and its threats of nuclear war,
but because Italians had moved into the house next door.
"The street, the neighbourhood, will rapidly decline,"
That's not what my...

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CHRISTOPHER, BLAIR AND CLAIRE

Young Blair was a shy boy, 
Somewhat a nerd,
He just simply could not make a friend,
The nursery school teacher,
Who was my mum,
Enjoyed her job so, 
She was never glum.
Christopher was the lively one in the class,
There was a seesaw and jungle gym...

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My daughter, my joy and my light,
Let me share with you a secret sublime,
For most people, they never know of this
ignoble plight,
Lives spent broken backs bent before
unremitting time,

Once I was a sprightly youth, innocent and carefree,
Ways of this prurient world still unknown,
But as the moments...

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She woke up to the song of the rising sun
Dealt with the domestic chores in one quick run
When it's time to set to the duty outdoors,
she locked those grotty wooden doors.

She joined her friends at the site
And majestically wore a shirt that's half white
She bunned...

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The day that you won me,
I recall how you spoke of lotteries and luck,
And sang in blue and white,
From virtual rooftops with borrowed words,
About fields and fish and feeling good,

I still cherish that grotty piece of paper,
Alive like the tree it was sliced from,
With secrets...

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Earth resides beneath my feet.
I feel the earth like a breeze in my hair,
For one moment my feet stay there.
I remove my shoes grotty and old,
So the soil and my feet can mould.
 Walking bare footed as I was born 
 Too feel the air...

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As tears fall
I open my moldered eyes to see myself
Blurred and grotty
I’m beginning to rot now
My skin melting into my bedsheets
Moldy and itching with pests
Am i one of them? 
Am i another eyesore?
Am i as revolting as the blowflies?
I’ll admit that i feel
Repugnant in love
But...

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