Best Nutcase Poems
A woman speaks:
“I will live in a tent, or demand I pay no rent!
My name is Sally, I want everything free!
To God, I never will bend an ungraterul knee!
For my community…..nothing will I ever do!
For the USA, you see, I think so little of you!”
“I will burn every American or Isreali flag I see!
Because everything in the USA belongs to me.
That new, red car you drive, it should be mine.
Anyone else's hard work, I shall never will do!
But all your accomplishments belong all to ne
not to you.”
“I am dying of bright, green jealousy and greed.
I steal anything I possibly can,it is my fervent creed!
I make our government tax you, till you bleed!
For you are my slaves,to fulfill all my selfish needs”
The USA, now a nation that will not work?
Why not we kindly deport these hapless jerks?
The melody I hear is so incredibly tragic,
People refusing to live lives, that are could be magic!
Criminal rioters are now totally honored here?
Teen gangbangers do stand on corners, slurping beer.
Children in Chicago, weekly are with no mercy shot dead.
BLM Marxist marches, rioters destroy, where are their heads?
Alas, the Jews are now not allowed a higher education
But must live as rodents~in fear and open the door in hesitation?
Americans, unite and do so very soon.
Do you applaud the slaughter of infants beneath an October seventh moom!
The new normal of hatred here must end now
I Pray to God, no money to Iran..I vow!
Find people with character who love, not have the joy to kill
October deventh gone,I still hear cries for mercy still!
Tent cities have ruined many delightful towms
fentanyl, thanks to Cartels, have taken many American lives.
While we hide at home,penning pietry that rhymes
Servants of the Gestapo, how dare you shame,
Those of us who believe in the American Dream, lost our flame.
We learned too well …..what happened in Germany,
When people thought that nutcase Hitler was sanity?
I hope you recall all the millions of lives thar were takem!
May God help us, this never occurs again ~ our hearts forsaken!!
4/25/2024
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Categories:
nutcase, addiction, america, hope, how
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Most people go bananas
over chocolate
I'm well nuts about nuts
as well
Stuff them in chocolate
ice-cream or sherbet.
Yeah munch on peanuts
brunch on hazelnuts
Ah lunch on pecan nuts
or crunch on chestnuts
For nuts could never
drive one nuts
Ironically nutters
perhaps never ate them
A nutcase perhaps never
pried open
a nut from its case
as nuts could never ever
fall from grace
Any nut brown eyes
shouldn't miss them.
Nuts are an anytime
anywhere snack
Do travel with 'em' in
your backpack
Savour the taste of
salted groundnuts or
roasted peanuts
I even see locals munch
on round kola nuts.
Western walnuts are
tasty too
and acorns ain't just for
squirrels
in forests or the zoo
Enjoy the crunchy East
African cashews
Snack on slivered Indian
almonds
or even Persian
pistachios
Ahem well rhyming this
poem
was sure quite a tough
nut to crack ;)
Rhyming was tough for
this nutty crunchy snack
Besides there's so many
of them
I can't just put em' all in
a nutshell
I can only hope and wish
you enjoy
this nutty tale I tell.
But I do hope to have
offered all the nuts and
bolts on nut variety
And now nothing else
can rhyme here
except its creator the
Almighty
And this poem be as well
for all poetry nuts
for don't all of you poets
have such poetic guts?
A word in caveat now,
yeah go on crack those
nuts
but take care not to
crack your canines
Pray protect your pearly
whites
Your very own precious
stalactites
those right inside your
facial cave mines
and lest with cavity
holes you whine.
Categories:
nutcase, word play, , western,
Form:
Rhyme
Sex is the sharing of the souls.
When I am inside you, you are inside me.
When our eye’s meet, our shame meets.
It’s ironic how I can only meet your gaze in the most intimate moment of our relationship.
I construct my own reality from a fantasy land, living in the grandeur of illusion.
But when your hands roam over me, I feel like more than just a man.
Some kind of jaded masculinity molded from guilt.
My love for you is all I can give to you.
You deserve better than this.
A dysfunctional codependent relationship, I am a martyr, and you are a masochist.
Why do you “Love the way I Lie”, in the broader scheme of things, this life isn’t right.
If I were you I would cut my loses and say goodbye.
Say goodbye to the stagnation and the toxic rumination of this love born of pity and fueled by a sense of guilty obligation.
I am afraid to read what my diagnosis would be…Narcissist, sociopath…Yeah that could be me.
I love you more than I love myself, I know that.
I am obsessed with you.
But you are not a possession and you can choose.
Trust me girl, anything but the air I breathe I would rather choose you.
But even my air I would willingly give to you.
You already have my heart and my mind too.
So I had a deadbeat childhood, and you did too.
That’s probably the source of our attraction.
But the fundamental difference between me and you,
Is that you refuse to be a victim, and all I do is worry about life without you.
Textbook head case, a legitimate nutcase, those are my character traits.
You are so damn beautiful it is consuming to be in the same room with you.
Without a doubt there is no greater feeling than walking hand in hand with you.
I may be sick.
I may be addicted to you,
But without a second thought or a moments doubt I would die for you.
But for the sake of your future, girl it’s time for me to lose you.
Run, don’t look back.
You better believe I will remember you.
Who the hells knows why you ever loved me,
Or ever walked up to me in the first place.
But you have carried this burden too long.
It’s not fair; you have done far more than your fair share.
So it’s time for you to leave, we both know that.
You have just been waiting for me to confront that fact.
But before you leave, one last thing,
It’s all I have left to share,
Take my air.
Categories:
nutcase, abuse, change, dark, loneliness,
Form:
Romanticism
In front of your door
I paced,
Stooped down and retied
My shoelace,
13- the number
That was glazed,
Rung your doorbell since your keys
Had been replaced.
Once the door opens
In a haste,
And you'll stare at it
In amaze,
With a motive of
A nutcase,
I'll smash a birthday cake
Right in your face.
Categories:
nutcase, birthday, crazy, giggle, happy
Form:
Light Verse
He was nuttier than a fruitcake,
He ate dry fruits, and candied fruits.
Some thought he was a screwball.
But from the likes of things.
He was very normal.
At least, I thought he was.
After a day on the fishing boat.
We'd finally catch a fish or two.
Nothing new, just a fish or two.
A crackpot, a crank, a nutcase, they said.
But him and his beautiful wife, they wed.
They were married, on April fools day.
The first of April, and man did it rain.
It came down.The thunder, and the lightning.
Man, it was frightening.
The thunder, and the lightning.
But the fruitcake absorbed it all.
He never gave in, and he never gave up.
Just a fruitcake.Out on the lake.
Fishing pole in hand.I thought it was grand.
Nothing like the cake.Mom gave at Christmas time.
Just a fruitcake.The fruitcake.
Fruitcake-Poem By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2004,2014..
ALL rights reserved..
Categories:
nutcase, april, boat, christmas, fishing,
Form:
Verse
If two was to many then i'll have tweenty six.
Trade ya a bad habbit for a rusty knife and your sisters nude pics.
Maybe im insane do you really care to find out.
Order in the court yes your honor I'll have a stout.
So many warnings Mr Gonzo how could you ignore?
I make being wreckless a fashion statement.
Now excuse me befor i hit the floor.
A few bar fights yet still im standing.
When i come through that door sweetheart .
Apon this floor theres no telling where im landing.
Just door me one in old boozer's dish.
If only this world would stop spinning well i can at least wish.
Its hard to let go of the ground when you fear of falling into the
sky.
A pervert ,Drunk,Womanizer,Demented nutcase.
Other than that im a swell guy.
Insanity is many things but never a bore.
I say cheers to bad habbits and loose women.
It's always a blast befor i hit the floor.
Categories:
nutcase, funny, me,
Form:
Limerick
I prefer crazed blue eyes
How they
Magnetize
The ache
I have
To make your insanity
My own
I prefer crazed blue eyes
Won’t
Apologize
How I take
Your flesh
And make your absurdity
My home
I prefer crazed blue eyes
Don’t you
Realize?
Nutcase
Lover
Wackity wack wackify
My soul
Let me look into your
Anarchic mind
Transfixed by those
Wild baby blues
Let’s share the final
Gasps of time
While we wear
Each other's shoes
Let me hold your body
In such strange ways
Even monkeys
Would be ashamed
Let’s meld our chaos
Lunatic babe
One body joined
Perverse, deranged
I prefer crazed blue eyes
Delirious blues
In the way they
Stare at me
All Sturm und Drang
Staring
Knowing
Exactly
Who I Am
Categories:
nutcase, girlfriend-boyfriend, love, passion, blue,
Form:
Rhyme
Now I am sitting alone in this
Funny wagon with my boom box
and minding my own business
along with a bunch of numskulls
who thinks I am a nutcase like them—
What a drag! And they think we are
all going to a Funny Farm where
they take those who go bananas!
But I know better because
I am good and dandy--
One hell of a cockscomb dude!
All I am doing is
bamboozling them for now,
Behaving as if I am one of them—
These dolts, dim-witted blockheads!
But, YOU, who’s reading this,
can vouch for me, won’t ya?
Why? Because you are as cool as I am,
It takes one to know one!
You catching my drift, ain’t ya?
~07/16/15
~"Colloquialism" contest by Laura Leiser
Categories:
nutcase, humorous,
Form:
Free verse
Yes many roumor I have herd.
Some say I vanished in the triangle others
belive I moved to the cemetary.
But unless it's bad dont belive a single word.
Yes got knockd down kinda lost
track.
life can be a kick to the head.
but have no fear cause im back.
the party wouldnt be the same without me.
A total nutcase more than kinda bad boy.
Everyones favorite squirrel in the tree.
It kinda gets dull when Im not around.
Just give me a jack daneils IV and a hospital gown.
Forget ICU how bout a fully stocked bar some strippers dressed like
nurses now doc how's that sound?
Hey ya'll want this tag off my toe.
You cant kill crazy dontcha know?
Ya might think your funny but theres only
leader of this pack.
Untill the cops show.
Lets party kids cause Im back.
Categories:
nutcase, people
Form:
Rhyme
A woman speaks....
I will live in a tent, or demand I pay
no rent!
My name is Sally, I want everything free!
To God, I never bend a knee!
For my community nothing will I ever do!
For the USA, you see, I think little of you.
I want to burn every flag, I see!
Because everything in the USA belongs
to me.
That car you drive, it should be mine.
Any one else's hard work, I never will do.
But all your accomplishments belong to
me, not you.
I am dying of jealousness and greed.
I steal anything I can.
I make our government bleed, paying
for my every need.
A nation that will not work?
Yes, we will not last long.
The melody I hear is so tragic,
People refusing to live lives magic.
Criminals are totally honored here.
Teen gangbangers on corners stand,
slurping beer.
Children in Chicago, weekly are with no
mercy shot dead.
BLM Marxists marches cheer!
I weep on my pillow on my bed,
Americans, unite and do so very soon.
Stop buying products from a man who
loathes the USA but wants to go to the
moon?
Find people with character who love
God and this Republic!
That number grows smaller and smaller.
And tent cities ruin streets filled with
fentanyl, squalor and the most uncouth
defecate in public?
While useless masks, unsafe vaccines are
mandated by the current, insane Gestapo!
And their followers? I call them...Floppos!
A hideous, evil way where your fellow citizens
forgot they had any rights, oh!
Servants of the Gestapo, how dare you shame!
Those of us who believe in the American Dream?
We learned to well what happened in Germany,
When people thought that nutcase Hitler was the
Creme de la Creme!
I hope you recall all the bodies and how that did
end!
7/27/2021
Categories:
nutcase, america, conflict, courage,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
I staged a race
Came in number one
Cuz I was the only
One to run
I have never made a mistake.
Except for that one time
When I thought I had made a mistake
But I was mistaken.
Is it the virus
Or is it the flu
I’m trapped in the house
Making horrible noises
And I’m told by the “experts”
Those are my choices
I’m wearing gloves, mittens and masks
Which makes every chore so much more of a task
So far I’m succeeding with a spray and a spritz
Just hope I don’t wind up with a case of the s**ts
I’ve taped alcohol swabs
To the tips of my fingers
So that after texting
Nothing else lingers
And just when I thought
I could bear no more
Some nutcase just painted
A big C on my door
John G. Lawless
©5/17/2022
Categories:
nutcase, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
I remember the dream of who I was,
When I was; Now I feel I don't exist
Not even when I slit my wrist
I am stuck in surrealness,
Surrounded by a script
From which my once loved ones
Read, and search to find me inside
But I am gone.
I am so far away, lost forever inside this shell of a body.
No; it's more than a shell.
This body is my cage.
My cage of fear and a numbing love
17, and this is where I am
Alone, cold, hungry for the basic human instincts that you take for granted
Starved of the feeling of owning your body, your mind, your emotions, your soul
But no one will ever understand
I will always sound like a rambling nutcase, a painfully awkward memory
I will never feel real again, the world will never feel like home
What I lost is something that I can't get back.
I lost my self, and for 5 years I have been empty
Emptiness is all I know now
And there is no way for me to explain the deep, terrifying hole my sense of existence has fallen into
All I can do is type on my keyboard, a letter to a stranger, in the hopes of someone understanding what I mean
I am no longer real in my own perception.
I have no interests, disinterests, I have no ownership of my self
You are not real, the world is not real, your words are scripted and off-key
And mine are too, so let's be friends.
Categories:
nutcase, anxiety, loss, mental illness,
Form:
Free verse
CRAZY total
NUTCASE what
were you THINKING
do you
THINK at ALL?
airhead DREAMER
GET YOUR ACT
together, tell me are you
effing under the
WEATHER?
retard!
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Words hurt
They do
If I am nice
Will you be too?
Words kill
They do
If i am gentle
Can you please be too?
***
February 12, 2017
Poem by Darren White
Categories:
nutcase, abuse, anger, anxiety, bullying,
Form:
Free verse
5 am, you woke me up, to meditate.
I thought someone had died, someone had, me.
It was the ultimate time, you said.
Looking down, I had to disagree.
Can you feel the energy, she said?
I can’t feel myself, go away.
This is a window of opportunity, she said.
There was a window.
Let us breathe, she said.
This had never happened before, nutcase came to mind.
What is your mantra, she said.
What is my name, I said.
No, you have to reach out, draw in the energy.
I am going to reach out, it won’t be pretty.
Let me take you on a journey, join me.
I’ll phone you a taxi, blast, it’s your house, I’ll phone me a taxi.
If we connect, the sex will be out of this world.
Okay, through the delirium I heard the S word
Mm, mm feel it, Mm, mm, feel it, Mm, mm, can you feel it.
I can definitely feel something.
It’s getting stronger, we are one.
We definitely are.
We must connect.
We definitely must.
Before my husband comes off the night shift.
Thought I heard the H word there.
Let us be one.
Let us wind back to the husband.
He is but a component in time.
What time does this component come home at.
Six, but it’s okay, he’s gay.
Thought I heard the G word there.
He likes to join in, which can be a pain.
When you say join in, what do you mean.
He likes to join in, in the mantra.
Categories:
nutcase, humor, journey, passion, sexy,
Form:
Free verse
I’m not a rat
or even a bat,
nor am I a frog
that lives in a bog,
or a mole
in a hole,
maybe I’m a cartoon
in one’s sitting room?
On a flat T.V screen
looking ferocious and mean,
or could it be I am a designer label
created for this fable?
Somewhat a monster to scare
to haunt, to shatter to share
a child’s worst nightmare
or an aged concern impair.
Maybe I’m here for you
the human race the one’s to screw?
Those that already have stuffed up
in this place where runneth over the cup,
the planet a disgrace
ruled by a nutcase,
nurtured by the motivator
measured by the elevator,
a world of shameful profit
just wish profit did not Rhyme with Poet!
© Harry J Horsman 2012
Categories:
nutcase, fantasy, philosophy, planet,
Form:
Rhyme