Best Obnoxiously Poems
You must learn self control
Because if your heart Continues
To beat obnoxiously
when you imagine
My pink lips softly parting and calling your name
Or when you close your eyes
And dream of the way my hips sway
Thinking of the curves between my shoulders and my thighs
And that when you twine your fingers in my hair
My body will quiver and my voice will sigh
If your heart becomes erratic
When you dream of the smoothness of my skin
And the dimples that exist on my hips and my back
The supple curve that your fingers wish to grasp
Thinking of the nectar that like a drug you crave
And of the way your hands would lay
and the way I might taste
If your heart pounds wildly
When you dream of a kiss
Or the way our bodies might fit
Laying on the silkiness of sheets
Breathing my name like you've never tasted oxygen
when you imagine the heat
I might bring to your skin
And the way you could change
What I feel within
Like I've never before felt sensation
if you heart wont behave
Then you might go crazy
Wanting me like you never knew
the meaning of want before
Convincing yourself your in love
Dreaming of a lust so outrageous
That meer thoughts can make
Your heart pound away
Imagining the way my hips sway
Categories:
obnoxiously, adventure, beauty, dance, dedication,
Form:
Free verse
I pretend I'm alright
And put my best stance forward
Wear my brave face
Tryin to be smooth
Just tripped on my shoelace
What's a girl to do
Busted, razed, flat broke
My foot slipped off the pedal and into the spoke
Out of focus, idling, coasting on fumes
Myyyyy, mmmm, my oh my
Must retreat to my bedroom
For slumber; ugh - that noxious perfume
I sprayed on today
In the department store
I don't need to tell you
It reeks
That's a big pee you
Oh my
My plan has gone awry
I try to write
After listening to Vile
He inspires me
Perspiring
Thinking bout how to
Ink brilliance
Such as he
Slamming on the brakes
My leg itches
Ya damn flea
Bravado and all
I seem to fall
I spiral out of control
Resilience reels me back in
I'm a bouncy, buoyant, headstrong girl
Go ahead and believe what you want
Self deprecation is my defense mechanism
Keep playing
those cards close to your vest
You're bluffing fool
I know this by now
Prevaricator is a might big word
For liar
As you try to set the world on fire
I see you race away
And turn my head
Pretending not to see
When you visibly disgust me
You're not proving anything
With your ostentatious
Obnoxiously awesome self
Annnnnything
I ain't seen before
And won't soon forget
I'm a rhyming
tonight
Maybe filled with fright
Or could it be boredom
Delirious laughter
G'night
Sleep and clarity are what I desire
Slough off this crap
I know it's beyond time for a nap
My RPM is slowing
My aching for REM is growing
Copyright June 17, 2023 Lori Steindorf
Categories:
obnoxiously, anxiety, depression, mental illness,
Form:
Rhyme
If you hear the sound of rat-tat-a-tat
It's not a woodpecker or a chattering cat
Tis George F. Latulence an aristocrat
Playing ping pong with his gold crested bat.
A competitor and show-off he deems to be
Dresses each day in his noble finery
Pantaloons his normal fancy day wear
His ancestry, finery, regalia, style flair.
He never shares glory or plays with a partner
Winning trophies for himself, what he is after
Agile and swift, rarely points he would miss
The downside came, when you did get that whiff.
To gain advantage, a parp he would do
Clenching bum cheeks, in case he followed through
High class energy foods for his body to sustain
But his parping was every one else's nose bane.
George on first serve, parped, as he hit the ball hard
Swiftly attacking, George butt did bombard
In that spilt second threw off his opponent
Point gain to George, aided by his flatulent moment.
Silent and deadly they all came out fast
Odourous gas from George nuclear fueled ar$e
If one made a noise he'd give a loud grunt
That was his bum burping cover up stunt.
Knew there was trouble when audiences pulled faces
Some even fainted, brave stayed in their seat places
George didn't care, just wanted top podium status
His methods and thinking obnoxiously atrocious.
Audience faces were different shades of green
People were swaying, some even vomiting.
He called it his ping pong, parp-crafty-art farts
Next point to win, final round about to start.
The ball went to and fro like a speeding fast bullet
George, with match point, he was about to secure it
Hitting an ace, made a spark, that caused a boom blast
Left the audience with mix feelings of relief and aghast.
Breaking news of his death headlines did broadcast
Even able to download from what's called a podcast
George F. Latulence died from a blast from his ar$e,
He blew up one too many, too dense and not sparse.
May The Gas Be With You Farts Part 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor Chantelle Anne Cooke
Written 07.10.21
Categories:
obnoxiously, games,
Form:
Rhyme
Soy sauce drains
Into the white, clustered rice
Stepped on…
spills . . .
Soy sauce taints
The whiteness of the grain
It slips out of my hands
No use...no point in crying out in rage
Though I was starving,
I'll just eat another thing and start on a new page
I'm hungry like a swine
I wish I can earn back my snack!
I'm as angry as a bull
I'm about ready to attack! Attack!
Soy sauce packages
Fall unto the dirty school ground
Stepped on
By bratty, conceited teens
They really need to eat their greens
Instead of junkfood and pizza
They should drink some water
Instead of drinking sugary drinks or
Sucking on popsicles obnoxiously
Why did the soy sauce spill? Seriously....
Categories:
obnoxiously, confusion, dedication, fear, food,
Form:
Free verse
Lies to Our Self
I will be okay.
You, she, we, me, us...
are just fine.
All the time,
we talk too much,
and not enough.
Lose weight,
stop smoking,
no joking...
Screaming at the mirror,
on meth, how dare them?
Gathering in my bathroom,
to sing, loudly, obnoxiously,
until the New Day, is old,
again.
The truth,
a story of our own making,
to fit the need of our less than...
ability to make it down the road of life,
without crashing from side to side.
The law,
of accountability, diminished by social war,
terrorism come to live among us,
in a time that living for God,
can get you killed.
When has that ever,
not been the case.
Those without a forever,
long to destroy those that have one,
in an combined will to choose,
suffering for all,
the right motivation,
to commit sin,
in the name of acceptance.
The media, and news,
"ganda" again, the same as before. (propaganda)
There is a knock at the door,
hit the floor,
they have come to take,
the stake from my heart,
and carve the rest into meat,
for the animals, unseen by those...
blind by color and Light.
No fear,
I cheer,
it is the New Year,
I peer into the darkness...
with a flash light.
Categories:
obnoxiously, abuse, addiction, father son,
Form:
Free verse
Savage
Why am I called a violent savage, uncivilized, unteachable, three-fifths of a person?
Yet, it was I who was obnoxiously chased by strange men who invaded my homeland.
As soon as their feet stepped on the soil of my homeland, sensing danger, bewildered and frightened, I ran for my life.
The taste of freedom in my soul was my motivation.
They spotted me, and they hunted me as a hunter hunts his game.
Running with an urgency to escape, my mind whirling like a hurricane thinking about my village, my siblings, my mother and my father.
I am but a young man perplexed, running and gasping for breath.
Finally, I collapsed from exhaustion, not able to escape the clutches of the strange men.
With the look of hostility on their faces they surrounded me to prevent me from escaping.
They were armed with guns, whips, long knives, shackles and chains.
When I tried to escape, they brutally struck me with a whip.
I cried out in my native tongue from a pain I have never felt before.
Violently, they beat me down until all the fight in me was gone.
When they had broken me, they chained my wrists and shackled my ankles.
They dragged me to a ship that was waiting by the river for the catch of the day.
I was cast into a small crowded room in the hull of that massive ship, horrified at what my eyes beheld.
Hundreds of my own people, male and female, young and old, shackled and chained to one another.
My soul groaned within me because, freedom had been viciously taken away.
Therefore, I now understand what a savage is.
Categories:
obnoxiously, adventure, africa, black african
Form:
Narrative
My id! it is complicated
Psychologically with a high IQ
Highly educated - I walk
My path is quite an endeavor
Compositions quite contrare
I am an artist - I express
My intellect flows when I talk
Communications levels reflect same
Yet in my mind - I can not reach you
If I could - I'd tell it on the mountain
Echoing each erroneous speech
Thus then you I might reach
With theory of repetition Ah!
Indeed ! I see ! You hear
No one listens - redundance sets in
It perturbs me so - feelings within
My peers , they do part
They are far , far away
So each new born given day
I am with you ! I am doomed!
Likewise I am sure I see
It's obnoxiously getting to me
That your id , your IQ
Reflects in the beligarent you
No one's really listening but the birds
They tweet! It becomes me......
Categories:
obnoxiously, bird, repetition,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
The New York City skyline
Once had visitors impressed,
But now it makes New Yorkers
Feel disgusted and depressed.
For jutting out obnoxiously,
A giant matchstick looms;
It’s a residential building
Filled with billionaire-type rooms.
It is ugly, it is boring
And it’s thrust into our faces
While destroying what was once
The special skyline it replaces.
We all know that its existence,
Though disastrous indeed,
Has been brought about by what
The world gets by on – mostly greed!
Categories:
obnoxiously, new york,
Form:
Rhyme
I was in a bar in Texas,
in the eastern back-country,
with three beers already inside
and another draining quickly.
It was a perfect redneck bar,
the kind of place I love,
with sawdust on the floors below
and taxidermy up above.
A man drank in a corner,
wearing a battered hat.
he said nothing to no one,
and I was thankful for that.
For in the center of the bar,
a loudmouth proudly raged,
boasting of his magnificence,
impervious to pain.
He mocked folks obnoxiously,
as drunks are wont to do.
His three friends only laughed,
three sheets to the wind too.
The braggart faced the corner,
said,”Hey, it’s the yodeler guy!
I saw him last Oktoberfest,
his voice is womanly high!
“Come on now yodeler,
show this bar what you’ve got.”
The yodeler said,”If you don’t mind,
right now I’d rather not.”
But the drunkard only fumed,
and slammed his hands on down
on the yodeler’s lonely table,
sending his beer to the ground.
Yodeler got up very slowly.
“That’s better now, my bro,”
said the drunk as he got up,
“Give the good people a show!”
Yodeler broke into a song,
bight and clear and full of grace,
then he shot a tree-trunk jab,
right into the drunkard’s face!
The drunkard fell, his friends charged,
Yodeler threw out his elbows,
knocked two down and the other
he grabbed by the throat.
Quick jabs rained upon the man,
until he could not see.
He fell to the ground hearing a
“Yodel-eh-hee-hee!”
Yodeler stomped one who rose,
and another then ran away,
But the drunk had come around,
and glowed red, flush with rage.
But Yodeler kept yodeling,
and waived the braggart in.
Braggart charged, Yodeler swung,
catching him on the chin.
Three men lay on the floor,
the yodeler stepped over them.
That night I learned never to cross
a true yodeling champion.
Not a lesson with much use,
that I readily will admit,
Much like the time I learned clog-dancers
don’t take kindly to bullspit…
Categories:
obnoxiously, anti bullying, bullying, drink,
Form:
Narrative
Even amongst the hums and whirrs and hisses
coming from behind the counter
Its so easy
In the pretentious mist of this artsy café
To pick up
And draw on
The stained remains of conversation;
Some so Avant Garde
Andy Warhol would vomit.
Drenched in pomposity
Peppered with multi-syllabic phrase,
And thoughtful hums between beard strokes.
These are the philosophers and future prime ministers to be.
Full of words and the dedication of a dying fish,
with a stench and jounce to match.
The girl in the stripy top wants to be heard
Flicking her mane rhythmically as she giggles
Obnoxiously at her friends bad jokes.
Donned with that oh so vintage-esque scarf (its warm inside)
And a rock-n-roll T-shirt.
Both pierced with todays hottest jewelery; They are different
Like every other alternative wanna be wandering the street.
Nobody told them its in what you do that counts.
I would love to pick up *** ends here
But I am shy and enjoy being an orange chameleon
Set against the pine tables and chairs
Worn by an unquenchable caffeine and image addiction.
The artists, musicians and hippies should gather here,
Just to off set the skinny jeans
And influential teens engulfed by an overrated image.
At least the coffee is good,
And the waitress is cute with a genial smile.
The art and décor, inspired.
I'll probably keep coming back.
Categories:
obnoxiously, angst, dedication, people, social
Form:
Free verse
The rich fare so poorly
in completely divesting of the gold chains
Losing it all ... casting away
the luster of the pearly platinum
family portraits on the baroque mansion,
spiral stairway wall
The copper savings ... deposit daub
straw crumbs,
that built the foundation of it all,
starts to totter and fall
When accumulations begin to fail,
put the diminished sprawl
money sign up for sale
Cashing out prematurely ...
losing it all
It's the fatal heart attack,
before the disappearing assets
hit zero
And the cancelled checks
start bouncing back
There are no bankrupt heroes
This penny dreadful thought
gives the wealthy
Freddy Krugerrand nightmares
Leaving the golden nest behind ...
to wing it pauperously alone,
is a wallet tear, safety net falling out
Parachute pursed lips don’t ever
reveal all —
Where the secret stash is mnemonic hid,
in case of an emergency landing
liquidity call ... phantom accounts off-the-grid
Covertly cashing out,
don’t leave much room for
mint condition doubt
Keeping a stuffed mattress attitude,
it’s poor manners to be
obnoxiously soup-line bourgeois rude
Maintain fiscal proletarian discipline;
looking fo’ mo’ easy-open vault,
capital idea opportunities
to reinvest the debt reset default
Staying on a silver cloud
at all cost
Means rushing headlong to a sky precipice,
bullishly fretting fearful
of a bearer bond, bear market free-fall
Piggy bank 401k squeals
be just another Poor & Standard
snout pocket poke to the profit-strapped chin
No-frills credit rating T-note bills
are being dividend, early retirement cashed in
It’s all down-low, bankroll covert action ...
‘cause everybody know
that being milk poppy poor is a withdrawal sin
Categories:
obnoxiously, money, slam, wisdom, word
Form:
Verse
Happy Happy birthday Marianne Schroeder
To the "LOVELY, Soloist Pianist"
with the most~
"Trained COMPASSIONATE Style"
let me say ~
Happy Happy Birthday to you ~
i lift up my glass with a~
"LYRICAL toast"
just as "Extraordinarily WONDERFUL"
and "SPONTANEOUSLY Non-obnoxiously SWEET"
as to say to you ~
i hope you have a ~
Happy Happy Birthday~
that only a
"Prestigious Inspiring Pianist"
like you can do ~
Happy Happy Birthday ~
to a "Humble Musical WOMEN"
as " Phenomenal and BEAUTIFUL, as WHEN SHE Playing a Piano"
Happy Happy Birthday Too you...
Lady Marianne Schroeder
aka:lyricvixen
Categories:
obnoxiously, april, birthday, friendship, happiness,
Form:
Bio
So goodbye and farewell
I'll be just fine I'll be swell
to escape form this ****ty hand that I have been dealt
And
As I pushed her out
I whispered to myself
I don't know her anymore
and I can no longer dwell
So I continued to walk out that door
as she continued to yell
I could feel her essence begin to disappear
I could distort her voice
into screams I no longer wanted to hear
Into dreams I no longer wanted to fear
Because I was scared to feel
the idea of waking up without her here
But her impression was faded
including everything in between
never spoke of that I hated
then one night
being obnoxiously intoxicated
it came to mind to be created
that I was no longer obligated
to feel that sort of hatred
Especially for all the times she laid on her back naked
just to fake it
and I'm thinking to myself I'm way too ****ing wasted
I don't know how much longer of this that I can take and
when did not having an answer
spread through this relationship like cancer
what I offered was everlasting
but she managed to not make it last her
just like last year
my biggest fear was to hear
that I was the reason to bring her tears
but I learned through the years
she was real quick to judge
but never quick to look in the mirror
and now I'm here
now I'm alone
standing 6 foot tall
watching everyone I know
knock on my 6 foot wall
but my bricks will never fall
for someone so ungrateful and hateful
who has everything and still wants it all
Categories:
obnoxiously, break up, love, lust,
Form:
Lyric
if you saw me
the way i see myself
maybe you'd get it.
"count your calories,
read the nutrition panels,
diet,
exercise,"
i know.
believe me,
i know.
"it's for your health,"
turns into
a chase
after my...
after your
ideal weight for me.
but you say it's mine.
I'm afraid of dying
because i worry they won't even be able
to lift my casket.
body positivity
until you no longer fit
into any of the boxes
you were destined for,
not to mention the clothes.
foraging for a size at the end of
the clothes rack
because nothing near me will fit.
unable to read my poetry out loud,
because i can't speak without
obnoxiously frequent breaths.
I don't care anymore.
i tried
i really did.
but when a bite of rigatoni
turns into a fear of the scale,
i give up.
looks when i order my food,
if not at me,
then at the portion,
fit for a giant.
that's what i am to you,
isn't it?
no longer human,
but a puzzle you just can't fix,
a mishaped piece you need to cut down
to make it fit in its place.
fit.
what i'd do to look
feel
be
the embodiment of that word.
and by fit,
i mean thin,
and by thin,
i mean skin.
and bones.
nothing more.
I don't want to be anything more.
I'm cringing at the word body
because i know it's something
i will never like.
i never expected that response
from you too,
i suppose.
but i shouldn't be so surprised.
i saw the way you looked at me,
trying on
a hand-me-down
from someone five years my senior,
breaking the seams
as i struggle to fit an arm through.
i develop a fear of mirrors,
i deflect from the possibility of seeing
a reflect
of the error I've become.
breaking the binary of
skinny or fat,
I've become something worse,
not something in between...
just.
worse.
I don't want to live like this anymore,
but it's too much now
to change.
so maybe I'll give up,
and maybe you can rest.
Categories:
obnoxiously, sad, slam,
Form:
Free verse
Summer Consumes Me
Summer your salty ocean breeze brings
the call of the wild out of me,
I hear the thunderous lion's roar and
swishing and screeching of the red butt monkeys
in the trees full of green leaves,
I hear the chorus of the chirping,
tweeting, cawing of the fastidious
bird's mating calls.
The swirling scent of the hot sun beaming
off my concrete jungle brings my mind
to a hazy state of mind,
as your lazy days unwind.
I smell the sweet lingering smell of
tropical coconut oil and chlorine
in the seat of my beach towel
covered leather seats,
as the beach boys croon to me
of California surfing days and
bikini clad girls.
The pungent, unpleasant smell of the
doggy doo that relentlessly clings to
my strappy sandal as I scrape it
against the rough asphalt of the
pool's parking lot.
The sweet tangy smell of barbecue
grilling on a charcoal grill
and the sounds of sizzle
coming from my
neighbor's backyard.
The crisp smell of green hot money
that a freshly folded
burning a hole in my pocket,
"saying spend me
go ahead just spend me!"
The aromatic smell of ripe red cherries
and succulent sweet watermelon swells
through the summer air and fuses with the
smell of the neighbor's fresh cut summer grass,
as the buzz and hum of his lawn mower wakes me up
too early in the morning.
The mixture of aromas from the gyros, corn dogs and cotton candy
as food vendors obnoxiously pitch their mouth watering temptations
from the crowded venue of our movies and concerts on the bricks
at centennial olympic park.
The sounds of my heart slowly drifting away
to breezy memories of steamy love from
summers of yesterday.
I smell the musty lust that pours from my head
as the power of summer consumes me.
Categories:
obnoxiously, adventuresweet, summer, beach, green,
Form: