Best Horrible Poems
Horrible, my map upended our time with boot camp son.
Horrible to get back to base, not be caught, had to run.
Horrible, to see Mom hurried into hospice, her hours few.
Horrible when we heard last sweet breaths, as time flew.
Horrible when a tree splintered the roof of our deck.
Horrible, the tree balancing, just above hubby, in check.
Horrible when eggshells were underfoot, a bad spell.
Horrible the slamming doors, curses and raising hell.
Horrible the gall stones and bladder, ended grand visit.
Horrible the nightmarish nettles that percoset gifted.
Horrible heaven’s so far away, like pot of gold source.
Horrible, like vagabonds, earthlings veer off course.
Horrible, the end of a savory and sweet meal.
Horrible the rancid leftovers of mortal ideals.
Horrible when poetry is no longer wielded, engaged.
Horrible when Armeggedon speaks, when war is waged.
HORRIBLE BOSS
Why do you treat me, as if I do not even matter,
Why does it not phase you that it’s my heart you have shattered?
You talk to everyone else, as if they mean a thing to you,
But to me it’s like I’m something, you spit out then chewed.
Did anyone ever teach you, about the golden rule?
Treat other unto you, and never be so cruel.
I had it all mapped out, my future carefully planned;
And then you came along, turning my dreams to sinking sand.
Time and time I’ve thought, the tears I carefully hide;
Wondering should I leave, or stay upon this ride.
I never thought I would, meet someone like you;
To take such hurtful comments, and make them all seem true.
You seem to be persistent, on always trying to hurt me;
Telling others lies, which from you, they must believe.
Well let me tell you now, something you must know;
You could never take my career, no matter how you run the show.
My heart has been through plenty, that’s why I am so smart;
I guess you underestimated me, right from the very start.
Twirling his Hitler’s moustache, he would dwell
On do’s and don’ts and would create all hell
Shout he did and showed great ire
Till someone called and told ’ FIRE’
That his boss had fallen into the well.
Note:’ FIRE’ means Fire services who carry out rescue operations.
By: S.Jagathsimhan Nair, 17th aug 11
For: PD's cotest
Here's an ode to Hagar the Horrible!
His raids on castles is deplorable,
And yet despite constant strife,
With his long-suffering wife,
How can she suppose him adorable?
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
That job he assigned came out a loss,
which tells why my boss' so mean and cross.
Then down below my belt
his firm rough grasp I felt,
as me out on my ass he did toss.
Master model of me like daughter,
Other than being a master, also the synonym of incredible,
The fairy which makes difficulty a silly thing,
Horrible becomes funny, when you stay with her,
Everything changes into miracle, also she brings the colours of joy,
Really a blockbuster lover and clever!
A gift for my mom on this Beautiful Mother's Day.
The horrible will to life to live for what?
To be a better person
Or just to f#### up
Life isn’t game but to most it is
Is living to impact the world by making a splash?
Or is it a test in which you are judge
by God
And those around you
Your poor people make fun of you
Your rich and become a snob
Your ether ungrateful or cruel
There are few of those who decide to f#### up there rights and blow it all the way
While others work hard for a living struggling and working trying to pay, bill after bill
While others take their life and rights for granite
And blow it all away
By killing themselves
While others are begging
For your life just to waste it all away
Cousin Eustace makes such a horrible sight
When he walks down the second-floor halls every night.
“He’s been up there for years,”
Said Aunt Agatha in tears,
“And it's such a bother when guests die from the fright.”
Many people defend my ex-wife but they don't know her.
On our wedding night, she shot me with a flamethrower.
Before she used the flamethrower, she doused me with gas.
I have third degree burns all over, she really fried my ass.
Six months later, she wanted me to see the Jaguar that she bought.
But it was not a car, it wasn't what I thought.
That large cat tore me open, it really hurt as I got bit and clawed.
When I was standing in a puddle, my ex zapped me with a cattle prod.
After all of that, I'm lucky that I didn't lose my life.
It's those reasons why the ***** became my ex-wife.
(This is a fictional poem)
Hurtful
Terrible soul
She brings me awful pain
Horrible she is, killing all
Of me
Oh do I feel lousy today!
This darn flu just won’t go away.
Go out in the cold?
I am not that bold.
In bed is where I want to stay.
We are like Mark and C,
Words are tactile in our place,
A space where silence doesn't roar.
Eros has his home in here,
The world speak highly of our lore.
We took time to unwind,
We're the introverted kinds.
Mutualism is the word I'd use,
To describe the state of our minds.
We are similar than it seems.
Queen Genevere was held captive in King's Arthur castle,
and locked up in the tallest tower, she sent for Lancelot;
he finally rescued her on a fast horse that loved to trot,
and while galloping into the shadows of the forest...didn't they tremble?
Did she fall in love with Lancelot...because he was the most handsome knight?
Was it his sweet language of learned love that conquered any queen's heart?
Before he would lose trust in his king, he had to go to the Holy Land
to push back the infidels and free it for the sake of the Christ who died on the cross;
probably King Arthur would have overlooked his shameless misconduct
for having had a sexual relationship with his wife when he was on his deer hunt;
wasn't King Arthur satisfying her urges when she longed for his hand?
Perhaps he was very old and could not perform, so she sought Lancelot's caress!
Genevere's jealousy caused Lancelot's ban from Court when she heard of the affair
with Elaine who deceived him and gave him a child to make the queen very angry;
foolish Lancelot lost honors bestowed upon him by King Arthur and feeling sorry
for himself, he chose wilderness: remembering he fought lions but not the Beast;
mad Queen Genevere became a grieved nun and Lancelot a scorned priest...
why didn't they remain faithful by not committing adultery on the other?
Who is this man in the small red shorts and very dark hair?
Strutting through a garbage heep garage without a care?
It was like looking at a store and most certainly not green,
The ecological damage of over purchasing could be seen.
He was grooving through this mess in short shorts of red,
No shirt on looking like he just got out of his own bed,
The face was blurred and they thought no one could "see".
But I know the truth of who it was, it was told to me!
**someone needs to cut back on purchases,
he was something else to look at..
I'm nothing special, just plain old me
Ancestors from my past came down from the tree
We scratched our knuckles and found that hurt
Scraping our skin through our neighbourhood dirt
As wise as I was at that young age
My skin bleeding, something needed to change
The fruit above caught my eye
As I unarched my back it made me sigh
Why had dad, not thought of this before
Than knuckling dirt on our neighbourhood floor
As I looked around and viewed our troop
They were all like me, not one did stoop
Is it a corner we've turned, and is it for the best
This standing up, the evolution test
For through the years we transformed and formed
Into a standing ape like human form
Was this a path for us to take
Or a misleading path and it's all a mistake
It's millions of years, later now
Why have we become what we are now
Our treatment of us, is oh so sad
What made us, turn out so bad
What will it take to be so sure
Maybe taking that stance on our neighbourhood floor
And why do I say what you read above
It's mans inhumanity to man, it sure ain't love
So what do we do to iron this out
I'm no Stephen Hawking's, but please give me a shout!
It's best to discuss this sitting under a tree
As we look up above, where we used to be
For Constance's ' A Rambling Poet~ contest 'Why oh Why?'
This was written in Nov 08 by James Fraser.
It is my second poem and it was posted on June 12th 2009, and it received two comments.