Best Obscene Poems
Now, the time has come for bawdy things
from no other than our queen of queens.
As she takes the throne,
the crowd emits a groan.
This, the reign of the Queen of Obscenes.
Me friend, Ol’ Paddy’s, a joke
He thinks he can best any bloke
“you’ll see …
None better’n me!”
(‘Tis braggadocio he spoke.)
So I, from rancid cuisine
Passed gas - ‘twas really obscene
Then I state:
“Do it, Mate:
Catch that ... paint it green!”
Guess I could be considered mainstream
By no means can I be thought of as extreme
But at times I sure wish
I could give life a twist
Walking down main street making gestures obscene
© Jack Ellison 2015
The Age of Consent was once ten
To ensure there were virgins for men
But young girls love candy
Which cads have kept handy
Since Mary of Magdalene
Now the Age of Consent is 16
With virgins nowhere to be seen
On an iPhone screen
Obscene is routine
As girls document coming clean
With no age tattoo to impress
Her age is anyone's guess
Though less than oblesse
To avoid redress
Just film her head nodding, "Yes"!
To be the rose scarlet and crimson,
Or white, or black, or violet,
To be a rose at all so vile,
'Tis normality in simple.
This rose with its perfect beauty and petals,
With its sincerity upon love.
I say off to south with it;
I wish be the obscene unknown.
You've got me trapped inside your well
I have only these fake smiles that I can't sell
Everyone knows I've got no way out
You've stuck me where you wanted and I've got no doubt
That your sitting up there, I can hear you laughing
You can tell you've won from all this trouble that I'm having
With wiping you out of my life and getting my slate clean
This is so much more than I bargained for, when forgetting you seems so obscene
A team mascot should not do things that are obscene.
When they do, it creates an ugly scene.
A mascot's primary job to the crowd is to entertain.
They should never give gestures that are profane.
Unfavorable thoughts usually tend to linger
whenever someone puts out their middle finger.
This happened recently at a New York Mets game.
The event was a totally unmitigated shame.
This usually leaves the fans rather annoyed.
The costume-wearing individual is now unemployed.
From an article found on ESPN.com
A curious man loved his mother
Whenever he came to visit
He would give her many hugs
Then he would loudly yell
Curse obscenities
Then he would love
With a heart
He would
Scream
Russell Sivey
Entrant into yasmin khan's "Dr.Jekyll and Mr.Hyde" contest
2/20/2012
You’d think the whole of Christendom
Would know better.
You’d think the snake
Would have told them.
“The square root of pie…………Is equal to blah, blah, blah………”
Define this……………
It may make you feel wiser.
It may allow you to delude yourself,
Into feeling more in control, more on the ball……………
But you were put here naked.
Ripped from the womb of your mother.
And anything NOT understood
On a cellular level will never be understood.
Define this………………
Did you feel that in your gut?
You didn’t need a definition did you?
If it isn’t there, in your gut,
All the definitions in Webster’s unabridged bloody dictionary,
Won’t help you understand.
So,
Stop defining, Refining,
Analyzing, Dissecting,
And rejecting………
And go breath!
Voices calling, shrieking at me.
What can I do to appease?
My head full of screams, a heart
full of pain, my body shaking and ill
at the fear.
I can't seem to still them,
I want to be free.
With no end in sight,
the tunnel is dark,
my mind shouts obscenities
only I hear.
Seething with hate,
teeming with love,
the dichotomy shredding my soul;
evident pain in my eyes as I stare
blankly at nothing, yet
everything there.
(sung to the tune of Dolly Parton's “Jolene”) lyrics by: Medgar Fallon Roe
Obscene! Obscene! Obscene! Obscene!
Trump Administration is obscene!
Obscene! Obscene! Obscene! Obscene!
Trump’s words are all obscene!
Late in January oh so cold
A pandemic was foretold
Trump ignored it as a hoax so mean
When February rolled around
Still his ignorance did abound
He said soon we’d have a new vaccine!
Obscene! Obscene! Obscene! Obscene!
Trump Administration is obscene!
While he tweeted his politic
Thousands more were getting sick
He thought of just himself there in between
March was just like all the rest
Not enough of virus tests
Poor response became his one routine
Obscene! Obscene! Obscene! Obscene!
Trump Administration is obscene!
To add to his incompetence
He suggested as our recompense
Disinfectant be our new cuisine
He spoke then of economy
And championed a recovery
Just wants his face on a TV screen
Obscene! Obscene! Obscene! Obscene!
Trump Administration is obscene!
His insanity for four more years
Raises doubts and harbors fears
About ever getting us a new vaccine
Remove this evil, rabid pox
Do it through the ballot box!
Once again the White House will be clean!
Obscene!
(The poem that I thought obscene was not found on Soup. This was hurriedly
written as a response to a writer I had been reading, but who posted the most vile
trash about his own wife. It was meant as a rebuke to him. I had intended to leave this only a day or two, but the reads indicate that it needs to stay.
To the Author of an Obscene Poem
By Elton Camp
To readers, you gave warning clear:
To this, my post, do not come near.
Yet, I read it all just the same,
So, you sure aren’t to blame.
“Graphic” and “Obscene”
Not the same do they mean.
Thoughts like yours are a blight
And so are best kept out of sight.
There we learn how you hate your wife
Though she once was the love of your life.
Your poem is a disgraceful mess
Littered with cursing and distress
Perhaps it was merely meant
As a means for you to vent.
Such thing you write and hide away.
Never should it see the light of day.
The day you may come to rue
When your wife decides to sue.
It would well you behoove
Such libel to be able to prove.
What we put online so free
Is right there for all to see.
It takes on a life of its own
And may never truly be gone.
It could be that your own child
May come to see how you reviled.
And in these days it is not a sure bet
That employers won’t check the Internet.
So that consequences you won’t meet,
I urge you now to punch up “Delete.”
The longer online it does stay,
The harder to make it go away.
He lied. He cheated. His ways were obscene.
He could be unruly and truly mean.
In every kind of way
I really must say
His integrity decidedly not keen.
Scars on my heart,
Scars on my wrist,
It tears my soul apart,
To know that I cannot resist.
As the razor cuts trough skin,
The adrenaline is agonizingly sweet,
Yet I know I cannot win,
So I set myself up to be beat.
Then blood it starts to flow,
A seductive temptation from my vein,
Soon I can feel my heart start to slow,
And my mind is filled with a beautiful pain.
My suicide you shall call an obscenity,
While it is my own peaceful serenity.
double sided poor ol coin,
sweet n sour do they adjoin,
this hour?
who is in power,
was it purlioned?
by the sweetly dour,
or tiddles the obscene...
re Russells Dr Jeckll...in "Kind Obcsene"...
Don