Best Nastiest Poems
When Poetry Soup becomes infested with partisan rubbish,
It will be difficult for liberal, creative poets, like me to flourish
Who seek a safe place away from the maddening ignorance
Of those people who continually despise political difference
For those who are angry and want to say the nastiest things
Do you have any idea what hurt your insatiable blather brings?
For some who don’t consider me a red-blooded American patriot,
I fought for the U.S. of A. in uniform when you were still just a tot!
I would rather die on the altar of honor than continually be castigated
By followers of a “wannabe” dictator who every day prevaricated
And sought to drag our country down into the muck and mire
Continues, to this day, stoking his sycophants’ hatred with fire.
Selecting a political putdown of President Joseph Biden for Poem of the Day
Was surely inappropriate if Poetry Soup administrators wish to say
The site maintains neutrality when it comes to political discourse
It encouraged poets, in their remarks, to choose up sides, of course
Anger and vitriol hurled toward us who are of more left-leaning mind
Will likely now become commonplace for those who are not so inclined.
Frankly, I despise clicking on a poem I think will be worth reading
Only to find, instead, an anti-American tirade of invective leading
To put-downs against our president, the vice-president, and first lady
Half-truths and conspiracy theories that, for the most part, are shady
If you are unhappy with the free and fair election that turned out your man
Then, every chance you get, go vote and change the system, if you can!
Our country is not, I think we’d all agree, a perfect democracy
We have lots of problems and crises – that's plain to see, but,
We now have a leader who cares about doing what is right
A man, who in short-order, is ready, committed, and willing to fight.
I have travelled the world over, north and south, east and west
Freedom to flourish in America is head and shoulders above the rest!
Written: April 4, 2021 (edited)
Awarded Poem of the Day on Poetry Soup
April 5, 2021
#38 on Best New Poems on Poetry Soup
April 6, 2021
Categories:
nastiest, perspective, political,
Form:
Political Verse
I don't know what you're really thinking off me.
If this is real thinking I'm not thinking properly.
Everything inside me fights and tries to stop these warnings in mind, was fine and now they got me locked up in my divided mind of conflict.
In my declining life I'm rock bottom and forgetting my problems.
They want me better, I hear it commonly suggested though I'm exhausted of my efforts I've waisted on attempts.
Spent far too much energy on it and never getting ahead, watching thunder.
Reluctantly under thumbs of this system where parliamentary wickedness judges every movement.
Abusing their power, final hour they're losing vital signs, leave them clueless so there's room for improvement.
Some remain loyal and accept their horse ****, yet I predict our government will get a quick kick to the ribs for their fibs.
Lies and cheap disguises so why am I obliged to fight beside this nation.
When the devastation came rampaging like a hurricane over their stage coach show, I'll crack the cases open then stroll like a Roman soldier no tolgien and when I expose these vocals unspoken, no joke it'll explode then we'll watch the commotion.
Then to them we're out focus when we brew up mad potions stewed like hocus pocus and I'm in total involvement like when I'm holding a microphone flowing a rhyme with words that may upset and turn ya perpetrator.
My brain splits like a glacier when my pen hits the paper and scripts murder and hurtful things in rhyme violence to beat riots, I'm defining mad science.
Temperatures off the gauge it raised up to the max, the glass cracked open, I'm breaking the stats.
Crazy devil dance out weighs your heavy stance, the landscape shakes when my mental state slams.
Nastiest override of your entire mind. I'm the supplier of rhymes the sets ya head on fire and ignites you on the inside.
Time to end denial and since I was a child I swore never to break a vow and saw mama pass down thoughts like the day after my father died she cry laughter....
Categories:
nastiest, absence, conflict, courage, hip
Form:
Lyric
Fancy the reasons why love is so elusive
Could be we don’t know what we look for,
Feelings that with love are not conducive
Strange so many do not know the score
Looking for love “in all the wrong places,”
Confusing true love with an infatuation,
Equating it with beautiful or perfect faces
Often can lead to the nastiest situations.
Generally, love requires time to mature
Knowing yourself and your expectations,
Commitment in love is not for the unsure
I say, always beware of those hesitations.
Work toward a relationship that is secure,
I'm convinced that true love will endure.
Written August 20, 2022
Categories:
nastiest, endurance, love,
Form:
Sonnet
Orange steps into view
Demanding her due,
Green plots
Blue demurs
Pink laughs
Grandma rolls her eyes
She has met other oranges
Purple sits tight, not relinquishing the throne.
Grandma mouths ‘sit put’ to Purple
Orange throws the biggest nastiest fit ever seen in the forest.
She wants Purple to give her the respect she thinks she has earned.
She uses mean words, and gives us her worst example of terrible.
Blue masquerades as a bunny; a quick flash and she is gone.
Pink and Green look to Grandma who turns and walks off.
Both Purple and the throne have disappeared, tucked away safely elsewhere.
Orange throws herself down on the grass, yelling and kicking.
Screaming until she is hoarse, until she loses her words.
Spoiled, the elves think. Irreverent, the faeries agree.
She should have been respectful to Grandma, whispers Green.
Pink laughs
Categories:
nastiest, 10th grade, 6th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Last week featured poetic Drama
Like living at home with your momma
Poetic, inspiration
Perhaps taken vacation
So watch your P’s, your Q’s and comma
Jack’s Sprat had the nastiest critic
Mary said, “You just better quit it!”
Jack said, “I may as well split!”
Mary’s mad enough to spit
Soup is family, don’t you get it!!!!
So be kind to your critics
Often times they don’t get it
Write loving features
Appease mad creatures
Write of love or forget it
++++++++++++++++++++
For and in honor of Carol Brown
And contest: Write it for yourself
Categories:
nastiest, love,
Form:
Limerick
Be it winter or summer more likely than not
my big nose can produce giant globs of green snot.
I use up the tissues a box at a time,
picking and blowing and wiping the slime
that dries in my nostrils like small crusty scabs
and I pull thwem out furry from the hairs that they grab.
But some are still gooey that Ill roll in a ball
and I flick'em real quick so they stick to the wall,
then I wonder how long beforer anyone sees
all the boogers I flicked on their wallpapred trees.
It may be disgusting but then that's what I do
I blow out big boogers and I flick one or two
where they stick on the windows or maybe the door,
while the nastiest ones I just blow on the floor.
And some of you know about this, yes you do,
because some of you have flicked a booger or two.
I'll never point fingers at any of those
who've had their own fingers way up in their nose.
Now I've told a story and some of its true
I've talked about mucus and boogers and you,
and stretching and rolling these green little balls
and picking and flicking and sticking to walls,
and I guess that I'll stop there, so I'll take a pass,
I won't talk about boogers, but let's talk about gas!
Categories:
nastiest, education, humorous, green,
Form:
Rhyme
They are perched everywhere just waiting.
If you feed them, they will start defecating.
Some people consider them rats with wings.
Pigeons can do some of the nastiest things.
I went to the car wash to get my car clean.
What a flock did was nothing short of mean.
So today, I wasted a little of my money.
I want to do with my shotgun something that's not funny.
Inspired by another member's poem.
Categories:
nastiest, bird, car,
Form:
Light Verse
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Categories:
nastiest, humor, satire,
Form:
List
Watery eyes pour puppy chow into a bright and shiny new dish.
Tears alone most surely cannot amount to that of wonderful filtered water—this doesn't change the fact that I am outright crying—(please don't tell).
She named her Luna and I fell into puppy love.
This puppy, of only eight weeks old, is already the size of many full grown small breeds.
She's a Pit/Rot mix and I am in love with her.
I'm a bit of a softy, in general, but this particular animal is to die for.
She's too young yet to properly potty train.
We have found the back patio to be the early learning facility.
It has been working quite well as we have obviously been blessed with an above average intellectually gifted Luna girl.
Luna the tuna is the easiest rhyme and all the made up words to match are made of pure sugar, honey and love.
Do I recommend this particular breed of dog?
Well, I've only had her about 2 weeks now but my final answer is yes; definitely.
Maybe we just got lucky?
It is possible that my girlfriend is just that pet savvy that she just knew...
Being the man that I am, paying attention to nearly everything (I mean nothing), hopped into the car and she said, "Are you ready to go to P.A."?.
As if I had a choice.
Drive three hours to buy a dog we've yet to meet and pay $300.00 for..?
That's exactly how it took place.
On the ride back from acquiring our new companion, Luna and I snuggled up and I was and have since been in puppy love.
Most of the time.
They poop and pee and chew and nip and eat the nastiest things like their very own poop.
Bad breath is temporary as they work through their process of teething.
Luna-girl
This puppy that I somehow ended up being her dad.
Is the best thing that has happened to me for a while.
Luna is her name.
She is only 8weeks old.
We share a common bond that is simply described as . . .
Puppy Love
4/7/17
Categories:
nastiest, beautiful, best friend, dog,
Form:
Free verse
There is a food I hate to eat,
I hate it in my mouth
it taste like slime in my mouth,
the nastiest food on earth!
Oh how I hate okra,
oh how I hate okra,
oh how I hate okra,
the nastiest food on earth!
It has a flower on its top,
and grows in the garden dirt,
it looks like a small cylinder
upon a pretty plant stalk.
Oh how I hate okra,
oh how I hate okra,
oh how I hate okra,
the nastiest food on earth!
Its slimy when it gets cooked,
and slimy when its baked,
it taste like yuck in my mouth
the yuckiest food on earth!
Oh how I hate okra,
oh how I hate okra,
oh how I hate okra,
the nastiest food on earth!
Oh how I hate okra,
oh how I hate okra,
oh how I hate okra,
the nastiest food on earth!
Categories:
nastiest, nature, parody, song,
Form:
Lyric
Mis-fit human
Oh we sprung into the Eagles,
cos we could cos we could,
And we altered things too suit us,
cos we could,
We over-took the bodies of Chimps,
enjoyed the physical,
And we slaughtered out the other Chimps,
at this the Chimp does well,
So murder become the pattern,
of our Animal neighbourhood?
the beast energy it takes over,
unseats a spirit from the good,
When passion of the beast, it does enthral,
Another human/animal’s, death knell,
Spiritual release is understood,
Out of the misfit humans’ spell,
The beast can take you over, and it could,
Here rage and hatred can be understood,
The sadness and the madness,
aint 4 the common good,
so control your beastie very well,
cos inside man does dwell,
the nastiest monster, in the Hood.
The neighbourhood,
Know (it) bloody well.
Don Johnson
Google Edgar Cayce,
who says we took over animal bodies
in the beginning and produced the animal x spirit
an unstable mix, very volatile mix, it seems.
Beware the wrath of man!
Top dog is fighting cos he can ,
Where bullying is planned,
By the mongrel dog who could ,
Kill the under-dog he would,
Methinks you understand…
"I think we as humans keep returning because of our Animal body inperfection, which causes the emotion less spirit so much drama here and now,
with its surges of overiding ANIMAL PASSION blotting out of all spiritual thought and control. So we are ever returning, Until we get complete control.of the beast ???.."
Categories:
nastiest, adventure,
Form:
Rhyme
To catch a critter and insect un like no other not your friendly ladybug or caterpillar no Charlotte webs with a message written in the middle the presentation of poverty hood gutter black nasty un speakable the shame of inviting somebody over to see one these nasty mother***ers playing ring around the rosey on the top of your cup holder the nastiest shade of brown color with five to ten legs underneath their tin see through shell even raid was like all hell! reach for a dish and all hail a whole family reunion who want a roomate them what that says about you your crazy lazy or nasty with no shame and no matter how you explains it you will forever hold this 'l' they run off friends 'f's up shoes corners lives behind stoves refrigerators and bread covers either move or you join them and take over.
Categories:
nastiest, care, deep,
Form:
Concrete
leaving here on a midnight run
my energy nervous for no reason
i think about the free breakfast that will probably be the nastiest thing i ever ate
i am walking the floor over the next set of plans
when the next day comes, my eyes are heavier than a working man's graveyard plans
yet and still a drive on inspired by the next anecdote and the next listening ear
arriving there on a midday monorail
Categories:
nastiest, change,
Form:
Free verse
I crept through the night just like a creepy crawler.
The smell of dust mixed in the reek of wine.
Lo and behold there was a crack in a mighty fine line.
Dripping and drooling with many more pleasures to be,
The darn rats were the nastiest gnawers.
Dark and dinghy I continued to look and see,
The Private Cellar locked with no key.
Back and forth my knees break and bend,
Leaning back reaching across the floor I’m at my end.
Walls and tunnels with no light in sight,
Lo and behold I’m a match to light in flight.
Panting and hissing with many more needs to please,
The darn bats were the trickiest thieves.
Cold and sweaty I continued to be a crook.
The Private Cellar is where I found the baited hooks.
Categories:
nastiest, adventure, funny, imagination, inspirational,
Form:
Personification
Although I am a ***** white Queen
let me reassure you
I can be just as mean
or as green,
Mr. Clean,
as any fascist
conjured in your wildest
wettest dream.
I can kick my ruby RightWing heels
and hold my greenly skanky breath
as long as it takes, tis true,
until you eventually agree
to turn less boring white
and unenlightened blue
It's true,
I can spread my fascist net,
get in line with Straight White Men
with penile envy
of dark-skinned vets
you never could acknowledge seeing
in the singing shower
much less slurping
in your homophobic panic
nastiest place to hide
just yet.
Although a ***** male Queen
married to the blackest man
you've ever seen,
You may rest re-assured
I've clearly found it true
as red
white
and blushing blue:
Once a person
and a nation
has tried black,
There's a whole lotta happy folk
don't care to go back
to refight a civil war
against a white flight bully bore
Supremely self-chosen evangelists,
y'all just help me
deeply snore.
You think
and feel,
know
and spiel,
I'm rotten to my core
because, like your sissy sister
it's men this male adores
But, if men were good enough
for your sainted mother,
and hers too,
and my two,
let me introduce this thought
to you
It wouldn't really make you
all that blue
to admit just maybe
all that pleasure
could suit a special man just fine
too,
But, don't worry,
be happy,
I'm not the least bit hot
for white bread
RightWing you.
Categories:
nastiest, gender, happiness, health, humanity,
Form:
Political Verse