Best Lowlife Poems
Porcelain doll, with a face so pretty
a country gal, ran away to the city
Worked in a bar, dancing on tables
beat shovelling sh-it, in Pa’s stables
Looks for love, but only finds bums
lowlife gamblers, in rundown slums
Go back home
not a chance
One day soon
find romance
Porcelain doll, life’s becoming gritty
rent’s due, ain’t nothing in her kitty
All knocked up, mascara streaking
bloodshot eyes, skin’s unappealing
Sleeps in the pines, winter it snows
crystallised tears, angel eyes froze
Barely alive
baby’s dead
No way back
no warm bed
Porcelain doll, face’s the committee
lunatic asylum, nobody shows pity
Shock treatment, four hourly dose’s
prison guard lesbians, with halitosis
broken doll, made one bad decision
they chipped her head, thin incision
Eyes don’t blink
stare at space
No expression
just a doll’s face
By
David Kavanagh
She holds my hand like I’d never
wake up after passing -out and drinking
one last lick from a broken bottle, only to
find myself needing another round of gin.
Yet, my woman cuddles me as if this
hair isn't filthy even though I haven't
hit the showers, even though I can’t
take my body to rest, to act functional.
And she gleams like she can't smell
the reek of alcohol I am breathing…
how my heart aches for the last time
her mouth kissed me on the face
after I broke a promise I couldn’t
possibly fulfill-- a lowlife freak, rogue of a man,
disappearing into bars and more bars
to silence fears so I cannot hear
old ghosts on the walls, in nightmares,
within her embrace,
… but still
I can’t love myself the same way that
she loves me like I never
screamed,
denied,
told her to go lose herself,
banging the door--
telling her that she was worse
than my compulsive urge.
She loves me -- a reckless quirk--
believing I will see THAT day
when I can Change.
.......................
11.17.2016
Creep Contest for Silent One
Stated quite simply, " I would rather be a lowlife than a no life!!!!
Your words fly through the clouds
Our poetry lands on God’s auspicious lap.
Is it truly laudable and magnificent… or..
To His face, do you give God a slap?
Do you words raise souls to dwell on beauty.
Or drag souls down to hell ,to not glow?
But shine with dark, lowlife Satanic horns.
And comments that applaud evil’s glow?
Inspired by Robert Hinshaw
Faithful Friend
Poet of Highest Integrity
7/14/2023
Being anything but cold is rare for you.
Utterly and shamelessly aloof is but a default setting for you, although could it still be considered ‘aloof’ if it’s on purpose?
Too nonchalant to notice the people around to falling to pieces at your feet.
Too preoccupied with your selfish human desires to take into consideration the karmic tab you’re stacking up, and yet,
Even when you’re paying attention, you’re still somehow... not there.
Ridiculously obsessed with your self-image, just enough to tip off the start to your downfall.
Firmly believing your own lies is the reason you’ve successfully convinced everyone around you of them too.
Living out your deceit, fooling everybody into believing you could be a genuine soul, that you could be authentic – as if you’re a lowlife method actor on the brink of withering away.
You could not fool me, though. I saw right through you and your transparent wings, and you couldn’t handle being seen, oh, how very ‘dear in the headlights’ of you.
I knew you were cold-blooded,
But I never expected you to be a fraud.
There are bastards in the world,
too many of them for my liking,
but they don’t care about my likes
or dislikes for they are bastards.
Bastards!!
Hollowed out beings filled with a
pus green aura of
disdain.
Bastards!!
Scumbags, callous miscreants,
lousy, scuzzball, son-of-a-bit-chin,
sleazebag weasels.
Bastards!!
Villainous,
snake in the grass rogues,
reprobate swine, spineless, jellylike,
amorphous lowlife scoundrels,
Bastards!!
John G. Lawless
2/3/2013
Thin are the lines between love and hate,
Between life and death...
But I'll tell of your fate
With my dying breath...
I open my eyes wide
To see through the windows of my soul
All those long nights I've cried
Longing to know all of your traumas untold.
You may bleed for me
As I long for you
Dry those pain filled tears
Replace them with the mornings dew
They may hold a blade to my throat
And a gun to my head
But betray you? I won't
Not even after I'm dead.
Weave all your lies
Brew all your secrets
Hiding from the truth breaks ties
And seduces lowlife miscreants
I walk these dark streets nightly
Dressed as a man
Keeping my act up and my truth locked tightly
As secure as I can
The skies may seem to change
From day to day and stage to stage
But the city below
Ebbs and flows
While I alone remain
To observe the possibilities
Of bringing beauty out from the stains....
-Caitlin Rockey
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It really puzzles me when it comes to how
humans process and react to circumstances,
for instance, 300 girls are kidnapped by
lowlife cowardly terrorists, while the world
community sits back and says, " oh what a
shame". Well im sorry words of outrage do not
take action, people who care take action and
deliver on their words. Their is current
technology that can find these cowards and
expert soldiers highly trained for extraction
missions, and precision snipers who can kill
up to a mile away, yet bombings, kidnappings,
and threats from these cowards continues so
blatantly its like they are laughing at the rest
of the world. If i was a younger man i would
go myself and do what i could, but the
pounding of my hoofbeats for a sixty year old
man just wont cut it .
When is enough enough, when will people
rise up and quit voicing and start marching.
When Hitler tried to conquer Europe and
slaughter The Jewish nation the world
declared war on him. He was a terrorist. When
the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor the US
immediately declared war and took action.
Nobody wants a war but war is necessary
when you have tyrants and terrorists who
think they can have their way with no
consequences. Write your MP, your member
of Congress and tell them enough is enough.
Do nothing and things will continue as they
are. Rise Up!
Some of the benefits of life
are to be able to use what we have learnt
stuffed full of knowledge so rife
some of which when we find usage get us burnt
Although most of us will encounter some strife
a few lucky ones choose wisely remaining unburnt
treasuring the wildlife while avoiding the lowlife
once a wife is chosen things have to be relearnt
One night to be awoken to cries of go get the midwife
eight miles I ran as it was dark I did not get sunburnt
I fetched the midwife who bent my ear with her strife
said by now I should be wise and why had I not learnt
Safely home the wails grew in pitch and were so rife
I was living in fear that things that should be weren't
and deadly aware of what could go wrong ushering in afterlife
so now my life I have revalued learning all that needs to be relearnt
once again spelling are British English which often differ from American English
Just Someone You Love
Have you ever felt insignificant to the Lord
thinking, I am so small Lord and You have so many children so what could I possibly matter,
and believing the devil’s lies about our God and His love
then grieving the Lord by listening to this lowlife chatter.
For not all the thoughts that we have are
coming from our own heart within,
but Satan has little satanic fur balls whispering in our ears
hoping to cause His children to sin.
One of Satan’s favorite hellish lies
is to get the child of God to believe,
that God doesn’t hear our cries and He is too busy
to take care of all of our little needs.
We have an awesome all knowing all seeing
God and the Power of the universe why we are right at His hand,
to heal, deliver, save and to fill
this precious Holy Ghost listens intently to the Father’s commands.
And don’t you realize that if you were the only one here on this earth
Jesus would still have come for you to die,
His love is so great and full of compassion for His children
and if your thoughts about Him differ from this statement of truth than it has to be an evil inspired lie.
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
On holiday whilst in South Zante
My uncle is caught ‘in flagrante’
Found in the jacuzzi
With fat floozie Susie
He’s no chance of coitus with aunty!
Aunt Bertha's quite livid with Mel
She kicked him out of their hotel
The lowlife, the fool
Now sleeps by the pool
Aunt certainly made his life hell!
The world will not change for the better until the so called lowlife is listened to and respected just as much as anyone else. It also also seems that the contemporary Westerner, not excluding any gender, is too rigid and too frigid. No if, ands, and definitely, no butts about it. this means you too ladies. I'm all for human rights and women's rights but not for petty little human fights. That's all!
I'm being driven crazy because of my disgusting neighbor.
I wish that I was Luke Skywalker because I could kill him with my lightsaber.
He steals my newspapers and eggs my house.
He's a lowlife punk, a moron and also a louse.
When I order a pizza, he always intercepts it.
He opens the pizza boxes and then he spits.
Now my rotten neighbor is shouting obscenities at me and he's on my lawn.
I just shot him in the crotch with my shotgun and now his privates are gone.
Now my disgusting neighbor is more of a woman than a man.
When he saw me with my shotgun, the lowlife should've ran.
(This is a fictional poem.)
I like to keep a low profile and a lowlife profile.