Best Naughty Poems
There was a naughty boy
And a naughty boy was he,
For nothing he would do
But create misery
He was such a naughty boy
They threw away the key
He spent years alone
In the Penitentiary
Locked up in a hole
With nowhere left to run
He finally sobered up
From a life of staying spun
He started contemplating
All that he had done
Fell to his knees
Asking of the Son
Please help me find away
Help me learn to teach
If but a single soul
I can somehow reach
Please give me the strength
Help me find the will
To write out my life
Expressing how I feel
Now that naughty boy
Has truly been set free
Being all he can
For his family
NAUGHTY & NICE
I want to explore your womanhood.
I want to take your mental essence to higher plateaus.
I want to kiss you in the most sensual place.
My desire for you is driving me crazy.
No need to worry love the time has come.
I am yours for now and beyond.
Here I am standing before you.
I am yours to adore.
Give me some sex.
Make me wet.
I am yours to fulfill.
Let’s enjoy ourselves.
Let us make love in the moonlight.
My body yearns for yours.
Your body yearns for mine.
We are both dramatized to captivate each other minds.
Give me some sex.
Come to me with your fine ass.
Make love to me between these satin sheets.
Please me.
Shh, say no more.
I am yours.
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Penned On November 17, 2014!
The Build UP
One two…I want you
Three four...Kiss me more
Five six…tasty licks
Seven eight…I can’t wait
Nine ten…Come again!
The Cool Down? ;)
Ten, nine…that was fine
Eight, seven…still in heaven
Six, five….I feel alive
Four, three…more for me
Two, one…I’m undone!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Came home just the other day
Caught my kitties well at play
Cats like to climb up trees it's true
They have the Christmas spirit too!
But not my lovely Christmas tree!
They looked as innocent as can be
With ornaments hanging off his nose
One came out smelling like a rose
For his little sister was worse than that
She was a silver garland-wrapped cat!
Oh they had such fun 'til I came home
Their saucer eyes so brightly shone
I couldn't stay mad for very long
Soon was singing a different song
Found the camera and flashed some shots
Cleaning up all the messy spots
Re-hung the ornaments on the tree
Again it was lovely as could be!
Yes you caused it the creases on my face
I may look like an old book without the last page
But they say I have aged with … somewhat grace
Which, they said laughing, complements my age
It used to be considered as a sexy smile
But I have not used it for a while
Well only when I have a pile
But you cannot count that as a smile
You are as fresh as a polo mint
I hope you can interpret my little hint
It’s been a while since someone made me feel the way
And I thought I’d let you know before the end of the day
Ignore my rhymes
As I use different kinds
As long as you know the way I feel
Naked as an orange without it’s peel
Naked because I am shy
That is the reason, if you wondering why
So from the heart this is from me
Thank you me good friend P.D
The Naughty Pen
She loves my naughty pen
Little wonder why her bunk shook
The last night I visited
Between the boards of her heart my verses are vast
Written with unspoken words
Littered with love language
Only her heart can decode
The naughty pen’s code
She loves my naughty pen
Because of its beautiful rhymes
The reverie of having my pen made her snore
As we snore
I swim through her imaginations
Exploring and emancipating her innermost
Conquering her doubts
Surpassing her body
Plowing the unknown
Building fences around her garden
She loves my naughty pen
And my pen love her I swear
But I hope she won’t stone my pen to death
For its naughtiness
Even if she does
My pen shall resurrect on the third day
Because no stone can kill true love
She kissed my naughty pen
Like a mother whose child needs lullaby
Caressing my innocent lips with her wet lips
As a baby pen, I cuddled between her two tender layers
Standing between her chest
The baby pen sucks her milk
Thus making her sobbed, saying; ‘crazy baby’
The sand hill stood straight, pleasure mixed with imagery
Dragging the night into an endless quest of possibilities…
Possibilities encoded with lyrics
I gave her my naughty pen the last night we met
Now, she is accusing the lyrics of my pen of being naughty
And yet, she is smiling all the way, asking for naughtier pen
Is it a crime to express my innermost feeling?
Is it a crime to build true imagery and fantasy?
Is it a crime that the mental state of my pen’s imagination is naughty?
Is it a crime that my pen loves her; and she loves my pen much more?
Much more because the frequencies of her heart beat is stronger than Rhythm FM
To my bosom friend
My naughty pen loves you
Stop acting shyness
Shyness is for the weak at heart
My pen is ready to go hungry for a century to proof this;
Ready to surmount Mount Everest for you;
Ready to blow you kisses when the night is dark and fear arises;
Ready to stand by you when the arrows of life rail at you;
Ready to cover you when the night is cold and cruel
Ready to make you feel like a woman
Ready to forgive and forgive, and forgive…
I love you….the naughty pen
Dedicated to Adeola Adenekan
Written by Awoh Kingsley
October 19th, 2012.
His
shadow
chasing hers
under the stars
mirrored on the glass
of their frosted window.
Dim lights off , window opens
Hid are all their seesaw movements
Oh ,at last ! that awkward view now gone
But what I cannot see, I can still hear.
A light etheree ~ Just for the fun of it : )
Tom was such a naughty kitty cat,
when he saw spike asleep on the mat,
came up with a plan, ever so sly,
he thought he'd sneak in and eat his pie,
Tom began to plot his little scheme,
tiptoed inside, hoping not to be seen,
but then he felt a sudden shock,
when closing the gate, he dropped the lock!
Hit poor Spike on top of his big paw,
so on Tom's tail he began to gnaw!
Off he ran, as he began to weep.
Next time he won't disturb Spike's sleep!
Something happened and my son is pissed.
He found out that he's on Santa's naughty list.
But he's not only on that list this year, he's on it permanently.
When I tell you why he's been banned, it will be clear to see.
My son put hair remover in my shampoo.
And when I sat in my chair, I sat on super glue.
Thinking about what he'll do next, fills me with dread.
Yesterday, the brat put a live rattlesnake in his sister's bed.
He sold all of my clothes and bought an XBOX One.
Now I have to go out in public in my underwear because of my stupid son.
He spiked his mother's coffee and when she drove to work, she was drunk.
My son is on Santa's naughty list forever because he's nothing but a punk.
A Parody for Soupers based on the song, 'Santa Claus is Coming to Town.'
You better not shout
You better not sigh
You better not pout
I'm telling you why...
PS Admin is makin' the rounds
They are bound
to be making a list
and checkin' it twice
They're keepin' tabs on who's naughty and nice
They'll know when you cause trouble
Someone will pimp you out
They'll take action on the double (not)
Asking, "What is this all about?"
You better not bully
Or use a curse word
Cuz in Poetry Soup
You'll be labeled a turd
You better not be a troll
Cuz it's a crime
Harassment takes a toll
Even if it's done in rhyme
PS Admin wants poets to have a goal
To be nice to each other without blocking
If you do you may find a lump of coal
In the toe of your Christmas stocking
You better not fire your gun
Then your comment gets deleted
That's called a 'hit and run'
An offense that shouldn't be repeated
PS Admin always reads what you're typing
Sent from your IP address
So, you better stop all your griping
Or your account they will repossess
You better not be cruel and mean
Or you'll find yourself in a deep abyss
Kicked out for being a drama king or queen
Having PS Admin's butt to kiss
Every story has two sides
Sometimes they believe the wrong one
The one where the snide villain hides
After their dirty work has been done
They frown on those who harp on negativity
Team Poetry Soup finds it rather banal
For which some among us have a proclivity
In other words, to make it clear, Don't be a.n.a.l
You better not write of hate
It's best not to be accused
So if some of you can relate
It's better known as being abused
If guilty, you'll get nuttin' for Christmas
But if you insist on being bad
There'll be no POTD for you on Christmas
If you make PS Administrators mad
You don't have to worry about Santa Claus
Just don't make Team Poetry Soup frown
Or you'll get kicked out for breaking their laws
Cuz they have the power to shut you down
She is all about appearances, creating the right look
She wears glasses she doesn't need and carries around a book
She's the naughty librarian, her hair tied up in a bun
Don't let her looks fool you, she is definately about the fun
If she calls you to her office, be real thankful to be there
Watch as she undoes her buttons and let's down her silky hair
She says you need to be quiet, as she brings out all her toys
You must listen carefully, if you do you'll know her joy
You look at her gorgeous body, a feast for your lustful eyes
A certain part of your body, begins to increase in size
She asks you to lay on the desk, so that she can have a better look
Then she says to turn over and proceeds to spank you with a book
You try hard to be quiet, still You let out a simple scream
As she starts to turn you over, passions released in a stream
She tells you not to worry, you will have alot more fun
She hands you the Kama Sutra, she says this is lesson one
"My spice box contest"
she came out of the sea in a transparent bikini
i sat up stunned like the guy from new guinea.
engrossed at her raw taste of invitation,
i fell for her temptation.
she took me to her home,
and we had lots of fun
with her, i was able to enjoy my life
just as i was about taking my leave,
i saw an old ugly rickety lady staring at me
and when i asked who she was, she replied:
"that is foolishness my old trash disposer"
since then, i vowed to follow wisdom,
since she is greater than foolishness.
There once was a known lady of vice
Who charged for her moist pie by the slice
Famous men would holler
Down many a dollar
To taste the infamous Heidi Fleiss
I like to hear people say 'naughty but nice'
With a nod and a wink, that's so true
Just always be sure to take your own advice
Be naughty, be nice, but be YOU
your tenaciousness sperm is always spunky ! I a prove of you .
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 3–9, 2026)