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 bright rays.
Vehemently she shakes!
Ubiquitous are sunny days; she much prefers the clouds.
They keep her safe from light and her anxiety...

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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’

WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON


20th October 2016


Still in her old knickers grinning
Until the room started spinning
Feeling not all right
Spent from a great night
Her...

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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, twisting my stomach, urging me to throw-up 

poisonous  venom of false accusations you've pumped in my blood -stream.

But I...

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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.  
It doesn't care if I want to die or live.  
I can shoot dope or be sober. ...

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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 when
my moods changed and certain smells made
me nauseated sending me
straight to the bathroom vomiting.
Flavor for food had also changed
craving strange...

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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 about to pass.
The mix of worry filled me with fearfulness,
while my stomach only grew too nauseated
by the thought of his...

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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 cut

Given dichotomy
Or burdened with great weight
Tarnished, libel. Stuck in a rut.
Nothing left
Appellation stained – Tainted mendaciously
Verbal hate – Eat the...

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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 be one, but never two

It’s a thought I cannot abide
Having another person inside

To think you, for months,...

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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 mean “asked” 
When is it appropriate to say “dang,” “darn,” or “durn?” 

“Advice” or “advise,” ”accept” or “except,” --a curse...

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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 slaves we have become, slaves we are groomed
And setting in the milken sky, is the moon.
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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 be one, but never two.

It is a thought I cannot abide,
Having another person inside.
To think you, for months, are fated
To...

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

Please do not edit the quote , or add anything to it, use as given. 

It can be the first line of your poem if that is what you want

FAMILIARITY GROWN...

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I'd rather be trapped in an elevator with Hannibal Lecter than be in the presence of Homelander


He flew inside a doom plane full of innocent people
He stop the terrorist from commandeering and high jacking the plane
The pilot was shot in the back of the head...

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The Picture of Dorian Gray: Paint Me As An Event
The Picture of Dorian Gray, a decent fanciful novel by Irish writer Oscar Wilde, published in 1890. The novel, the only one written by Wilde, had six additional chapters when it was released as a book...

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Foundation founded on;
Superficial societal stares..
Teenagers teary truth...
Of a perfect purging prayer...

Supermodels and stars...
On a pedastal of peers...
Engorging every entree...
Appauled at how they appear...

Succulently still unsatisifed...
Baking another bite...
Indulgence is imminent...
Famine is nil a fright...

Nauseated near spent...
Dieting with no drive...
Vomiting every morsel...
This is how I feel alive.......

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