Best Nauseated Poems

Zanthoxylum shrubs with clustered yellow flowers,
Yolks of eggs and yellow jackets make her want to scream.
Xanthophobia ensnares her. It is sickening
Wakening to an aureate dawn’s...

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I once knew a woman called Terri
Who always was sipping the sherry
She got steaming drunk
And fell off her bunk
The medics described her as ‘merry’

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Nauseated  thoughts about colourless, odourless,  demeaning and hurtful words

replay in my head,  making me feel so small .

They swell in my mind,...

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The world spins on and on. 
Whether I want it to or not.  
I can cry for the earth to stop, but it wont....

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Nine months I carried and waited
for you to come into the world
so I could hold you in my arms.

I knew you were in my womb...

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My trembling started as a small shudder, but quickly grew.
What’s happening?
A look of confusion and helplessness on my face,
I had no idea of what was...

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Apostrophe 

A derogate demons asperity
Calumniate my integrity
Malicious deceit
Holding no truth
Held on to nothing!

My inglorious ignominy
Your repulsion Satiate!
Nauseated glut unsensual sodomy
Surfeit and salt in nasty infected...

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In Praise of Women 
  
By Elton Camp

How thankful I am for womankind
Who for bearing babies are designed

If all us men could the same...

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If you think the English language is easy to speak, 
Perhaps you have a thing, or two, to learn. 
You might say “axed” when you...

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In Praise of Women

By Elton Camp

How thankful I am for womankind.
Who for bearing babies are designed.
If all us men could the same to do,
There might...

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Exracted from Gerald Nforche's Epic, The Slave's Tale


-Across the Atlantic, 1793-


We cry out cursing to our very gods
Whilst mokala and plotters lead us in lots.
And...

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"Each experience is locked within my heart and only I hold the key..."  

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Hey,

He really misses you:

Those days I were cloy'd with sickness, my every breath seized with torment- he conjured a black delirium: th weightlessness of death....

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The prideful boast of bruises,

ingested by lurid carrion's grin

trim the passionate grit of 

words left at the altar. 

"You jest" I say. 

I am no...

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Having a dinner party that night
I was getting the meal prepared,
had all the steaks and salad ready
but nothing yet for dessert,
feeling like a Betty Crocker,
but...

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