Best Gut Poems

viscera wound tighter
   than the tightest rubber ball
   never mind bouncing off the walls
   guts like a pinball machine
   an arcade between the ears
   with tilt alarms screaming




02.10.19


For Capture That Emotion Poetry Contest
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Bearing the brunt of betrayal, 
his long-time lady lover leaves him 
for another flame. Surprisingly saying 
"I'm so sorry, Sam, we should start
seeing other people"

Broken by a brutal blindside 
out of nowhere. He couldn't comprehend 
the reason; the shock shook him 
like a loud trembling...

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My boyfriend was agitated
Because I was constipated
We'd be late for the game
Of course I was to blame
My butt hole's not dialated

On and on he whined and waited
Use of laxatives, debated
In my gut it was stuck
I could smell it... oh yuck
Boyfriend getting more frustrated

I could hear...

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 I’ve perfected the art
Of withholding a fart
I tighten my buttocks and clench
But when no one is the vicinity
I let rip with a dreadful stench

A silent secret fart released in a confined place
To some folks I guess it’s an utter disgrace
If I fart in a...

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Never
Know
Love
Lord...

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There was a diner cook in South Hupper
whose food was bad from breakfast to supper.
Tried to make it right
sadly lost the fight
when shot dead by a poisoned up-chucker....

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Now as I look up I catch myself, i revert my attention and I raise that man out the gutter, Oh he loves this, kinda feels familar, feels solid, Definately noticed before I left what my respect What? Sir i always give it first, try...

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What are pencils, could they write my heart; 
the classified model I’ve worn for ages?
Is there lead enough to compose my legacy, this testament
painted on the fast coming tombstone;
what pencil could write God’s memory of me?

Who cradle your spawn, and rock him when you can’t...

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Five years ago he joyously visited the maternity ward;
now it is the oncology floor.
Kindergarten will not be in the cards this year -
just lots of tears.

She has the same bald head she bore
when he coached his wife through
the Lamaze breathing they both had trained for;
the...

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Oh little stomach, what have I
what have I drug you through,
while in our hearts we call it nerve
our insides call it stir!

How can we really change the world
while we sit idly by
waiting now as if it were
for the next vestige's pride!

Gut feelings, I may still...

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I've got a funny gut instinct
L.Casei.Imunitas gone extinct
Cos my gut it really stinked
So much so my nose it blinked.

I think you'd agree from the smell
My insides are bubbling like hell
Loud rumble, grumble as my stomach yells
The squelch and the splosh of the soggy log that...

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That's all It may be 
but this has meaning
it's an evil clenching
a feeling: fencing
a battle of body and mind
but you're to decide

Something you read 
and you skim and skim
again and again
and your in pain
your stomach hurts
and you go insane
you hold in a laugh 
but not...

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people go to psychics and ask questions ...i
f they truly believe in the answers ...
it comes to pass ...through expectation of it ...
seek and you will find the person with the cute behind
so you are torn in two directions
go with your gut feeling ...its right...

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Go with your gut instinct 
Don't force communication
Keep them short and succinct
Don't fool your emotions
They be alluring and distinct 
Doesn't mean there's a link
If feeling a bit on edge 
Leave it on the ledge
Ain't gotta make no pledge
If they constantly make you think
The feeling just...

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My anger boils deep down inside.
Yet I smile with sparkling eyes.
Hot blood flowing vie chamber to chamber…
Thumping heart beats vexed closer to danger…
Drinking in downpouring tears and cries.
Yet I smile with sparkling eyes.

Pissing out vengeance, bourbon and wine.
Bowels rumble loudly from the hate I dine.
Hands...

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