Best Pejorative Poems
Turbidity
Turbidity’s
An artifice of
Being Human
One who is
So confused
So disordered
Or even one
With a Turbid
Imagination!
Being Turbid
Allows its Owner
To be or seem to be
In turmoil or
In degrees of
Real or Fake
Confusion
Making situations
Quite interesting!
This attributes
A most likely
Pejorative symbol
When intentionally
Used to obfuscate
Human interactions
Or to be just
Plain difficult or
Uncooperative!
Possessing bouts of
Seeming Turbidity
For the Poet
Can also be
That perfect
Literary Conceit
To challenge
To mystify
All readers true!
Such notions of
Verisimilitude
Or better yet
Literary Truth
Methinks would
Maketh the likes of
Keats, Eliot, Pound
Among other greats
Jumpeth all for joy!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
January 14, 2016 (Accentual Meter)
Categories:
pejorative, allegory, analogy, emotions, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
Common sense
for some not any
TDS afflicts so many.
Perhaps a day
a light turns on
illuminates why you are wrong!
What MAGA means
not pejorative,
make great this country
where we do live.
Categories:
pejorative, america, political, truth,
Form:
Rhyme
King Vlad is anything but Democracy’s man of the hour.
Rather, à coup sûr, he’s really Stalin’s nasty little boy
who ironically parades "svoboda" and "glasnost" like
he really means them—actually he means them not.
King Vlad’s political traditions and pronouncements
are well-known among those who are sadly aware
of his tapestry of treachery and deceit—oh so slovenly woven
for all to see, just like some of his fellow-gangster favorites:
Lenin, Stalin, Beria, Molotov, Brezhnev, and Andropov.
King Vlad is anything but a real world leader . . .
His "Kind" are an open book for all to see and understand
what they are and what they mean for all who strive
for openness, decency, and real compassion in the
twenty-first century world order.
King Vlad—just like his Dracula name sake,
is a man without a soul, without a conscience,
who shall never shudder, wince or cry
at the piercing death rattle of a Kalashnikov.
King Vlad is truly no friend of Democracy,
sounding even at times not unlike Hitler;
he’s a demon leader with innocent blood on his hands,
always quick with the old Soviet reply:
Lie . . . Deny . . . Accuse . . . Reject . . . Criticize . . .
all tools of this redoubtable master of prevarication.
King Vlad should know that the Heavenly Souls
of flight MH17 know the "bitter truth," gorkaya pravda,
surrounding his lies, treachery, and deceit—all pejorative
attributes to a man with the mask of a real monster who
had the very best Soviet teachers.
And so Generalissimo Stalin . . .
How do you like your nasty little boy now???
He’s right up your alley, right???
“Putin” has five letters just like “Devil.”
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved (August 9, 2014)
(Free Verse)
Categories:
pejorative, betrayal, corruption, emotions, evil,
Form:
Free verse
The (not-so-little) mermaid stares down
between her scales,
to the spot where the sun don't shine.
A look of concern dawning on her face,
she can't help but wonder
(not what it might be like to have legs
Or to walk and run)
but what it might be like to have a p#$$y
or who-ha if p#$$y is too dirty.
She has v@***@ envy.
For although she has been
blessed with a bodacious pair of puppies,
or tatas or breasts if puppies and tatas offend you.
She feels incomplete with out the who-ha
or c##t if who-ha is too clean.
She saw the word in a dirty magazine,
that her friend gave her,
and now whenever she gets the chance,
She swims to the surface,
and stares at the pictures
of women spreading their meat curtains,
or showing off their honey pot, if meat curtains is too pejorative.
She fantasizes about having that bearded clam between her legs,
About taking her fingers and parting those luscious lips
Perhaps fishing around down there
Although she doesn't know why men use that term
The v@***@ is not like a fish
It is more like a flower.
She stays in that spot,
studying and staring at where all life begins
envious that she herself
does not have a heart-shaped box.
Categories:
pejorative, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
The Magna Carta changed the rule of law,
That is, what the law was and who it was for,
From being a simple, dashing validation of the king,
To being about truth, reason and justice free-standing.
The Charter came into existence in 1215 with a rebellion,
Against King John and how he forced his will:
He could seize anyone’s cart, steal anyone’s livelihood,
Take their corn to dismiss whatever self-worth they’d tilled.
The barons and churches were given power:
Rights from illegal imprisonment and theft of money;
The church was allowed to worship and theologise,
Until John was not a legitimate monopolising authority.
However, church rights were only important,
Because in those days God was the small talk;
The conversation point and heartfelt social cause,
Such that religion became the concern of the first clause.
The Charter let ordinary people become,
Individual citizens, equal human beings to the king;
Saved them from their position as submissive servants,
Made them represented, and eventually self-ruling.
It allowed for the charging of taxes,
To raise an army of representative citizens,
Fit for the job of fighting and controlling,
Rather than simply enlisting those who were just willing.
Individualism as a pejorative term,
First appeared in the 1830s from the Owenites;
John Stuart Mill fostered and influenced it greatly,
Such that it's now a non-negotiable fundamentality.
Political governance needs individualism,
Albeit not as much as the tories would say;
Existentialism succeeded it and is implied by it,
Because meaning is your call and not the monarchy’s play.
There were many more Charters after that,
And they all specified the ordinary persons right,
To a fair trial and to state justice yourself,
With your imprisonment being your prison officer’s fight.
Rights and liberties pre-exist their enforcement,
And the original Magna Carta admitted that stout;
Gave people their intrinsic worth as human beings,
Created a people-centred land of devolved clout.
Categories:
pejorative, community, corruption, god, history,
Form:
Rhyme
Nutty grandpa president
is talking crazy uncle Donald again
His little Chucky thumbs
is tapping epithet tweet nonsense
Batty grandpa’s been
grumpily sucking
on the hate hot sauce bottle
stashed in his KKK closet
Now he’s sporting a Commander-in-Chief cap,
dressed in a wrinkled birthday suit
Churlish grandpa wanna blow the nuclear candles out
in his Oval padded room
He’s trying to smear his coconut-frosted
pejorative German chocolate cake
on every African looking face
Calling Doctor Strangelove and nurse Annie Wilkes Misery,
bad Grandpa is verbally pooping all over the place
His anti-social, mood swing meds
is scattered everywhere on the bed
Nutty grandpa prez
is a stable genius he says
But his schizophrenia behavior
is open and shut caged rage ... Jekyll and Hyde
Hannibal Lecter ... American Gothic suicide
Old Grandpa says
young women love him like Frankenstein’s bride
His paranoid soul
got a misogynist itch
in it’s nether parts
Curmudgeon grandpa claims he’s really rich,
and has an Ebenezer Scrooge heart
Nutty grandpa prez don’t like no immigrants
who came from where he ain’t
Straight jacket truth wraps him wrong,
he loves to swear that he’s no saint
Crazy grandpa just wanna roam the West Wing halls at night,
cursing at everybody left and right
His angry autocrat ticker just wanna be dictator loved
with family suck-up sniveling loyalty
Cuckoo grandpa flew his nest egg eyes over someone in the staff,
whose nurse Ratched mirror image greedy
Nutty grandpa president just got another person fired
for improper cleansing backside kissing
And the raucous din,
rising from the voter base-ment,
means it’s electoral shock therapy time again
So lock the border doors —
keep it dissent quiet, dum-dum
Czar grandpa prez don’t like all that democratic noise
Silence of the lambs,
that soothing lullaby hum
Is the sweet sound
that calms his Joker tweeting thumbs
Rest your rage, nutty grandpa prez:
Uneasily snore deeply,
wearing your Mad Hatter MAGA brim
(keep having more troubled, neo-Nazi policy dreams
of Making America Great Again)
As the White House hospice staff is issuing
M.A.S.H unpatriotic greetings
to Parallel reality refugees
seeking insane asylum ...
Welcome, to the Oval Sanatorium
Categories:
pejorative, humor, parody, satire, word
Form:
Light Verse
I will open your hands to the blow of soot
Foam around
And the pejorative of illumination
I am changing mistakes with your consciousness
The number of exaltation
Soot off the hands
Ascribes oceans to winds
I am distorting the image of reality
Darkness is pejorative
Because it does not expect illumination
2005
Categories:
pejorative, analogy, i am, imagination,
Form:
Derogatory, derisive and contemptuous are synonymous with this word
It means about certain words that should never have been heard
Some were invented recently, and some so long ago
On the day they were first written, in an already language that flowed
Terms such as Quaker, Tory and Yankee
At first were condemned, we now appear to thank thee
Some are still considered pejorative, whilst others appear in reflection
Cripple, redneck and many others, if not a group member is the question
Sometimes a term may begin, and be accepted through the years
And eventually be adopted in a non-pejorative sense than smear
Derogatory, derisive and contemptuous are synonymous with this word
Whilst many are used beyond, lack of grammar is their absurd
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Categories:
pejorative, on writing and words
Form:
Couplet
They hate me and you
without a cause
Christian ... Muslim
Hindu ... Jew,
they hate us all
Jiggaboos and wetbacks
Ragheads and trailer trash
Pejorative words of scorching enmity
coming out of their mouths with heated hostility
Pentagram heart ... soul of a Nazi
They hate you no less than they hate me,
they hate everyone equally,
Spitting the hate ... venom vinegar
Bloody centurion boots
trampling on diversity
Theory of common DNA roots,
they body slam hard
Got a Grand Wizard view of human history,
they believe their color is the cream of the crop
Moving with a fervent Fourth Reich air of superiority,
they look down at people like you and me
Spitting the hate ... preaching the poison —
using tainted race bait for divisive doctrine traps
Splattering blood on roses with verbal machine guns,
the aroma of violence is bitter nectar they love to inhale
Foaming spit of hate salivating on their serpent tongue,
bifurcated bile hurled
at every culture and religion of everyone
They don’t love you
unless you slither and squeeze ...
suffocating life like they do
Spitting the hate ... don’t get bitten by the fire snakes
Be very, very careful when you extend your hand,
human breathing dragons are circling on the wind
Their fiery, flammable hate is on the march again ...
burning hatred for everyone scorches the land
Categories:
pejorative, anger, hate, metaphor, truth,
Form:
Verse
The governor’s up to high jinks
updating state document links;
seems Huckabee Sanders
now no longer panders
to pejorative terms like latinx.
Categories:
pejorative, appreciation, political,
Form:
Limerick
Over half our country believes the bleep,
As web of tyranny over us creeps.
Cloaked as being fairness for the masses;
Freedom fleeting as each edict passes.
Right of free speech becomes obliterated.
As decent is no longer tolerated.
The delusion of by singing one song.
A way in which man might now get along.
The facts of history scream out warnings;
Which are ignored as non-conforming.
All that does not follow the narrative;
Bloviating pundits call pejorative.
I hope that none of these things come to pass.
I’m just drinking from a half empty glass.
I’m a mere poet, nary a prophet be.
But all these calamities I do foresee.
Categories:
pejorative, culture, history, political, power,
Form:
Couplet
C. Cure T. Clarence
Been making, (sans
daily) regular appearance
in the news oval
hate gambling arrogance
vis a vis spewing,
shouting, and scathing rabidly
foaming explosive clap
trap in ascendance,
asserting how incredibly
tremendous collusion between
CIA, FBI and media
(must warrants revocation,
hence heroic intervention,
and emergency dis
Pence sing balance
of security fabled
clearances Aesop - Asap)
hounds engaged "brilliance"
in (community) chance
of making an very
usual fool of himself,
viz the "FAKE"
trumpeting dapper Don
expostulating the latest ploy,
raging against the machine
i.e. entire popular culture
will get their comeuppance
being so freely outspoken,
a disgraceful unconstitutional defiance
which oh press
sieve act of deviance
spluttered, thus an extreme
measure to clamp down
on all news outlets,
and immediate disappearance
all the while poor
Melania stoically, objectionably
and lamentably stands
right alongside him,
(nonetheless nonverbally
metaphorically exhibiting
vitriolic livid rage)
as he rancorously spouts
(ala VERY) convincing impression
of la va reenactment qua,
Krakatoa volcanic disturbance
lambasting utter disgraceful disservice
(foxy Dis Putin
commercial stations construe, conspire,
conjure egregious collusion
outlets asper dominance
a pugilistic ringside fan loathsomely
(re: scowling non verbally),
wherein pejorative spectators whether
(moral less minority, and/or
majority whips lashing) weather being
Categories:
pejorative, 11th grade, 9th grade,
Form:
Free verse
These three words immensely tick me off:
"Women of color" sounds frightfully pejorative.
I get very angry, hot, offended and combative,
When I hear these god-awful words that bluff
And marginalize our beautiful and proud women
Of action, dedication, fairness, wit and elegance.
These intellectual and broad-shouldered women
Deserve our love, respect, recognition and reverence.
I hate and abhor this bumptious term "women of color"
With burning passion. Because I love my eloquent sisters
Assiduously. I respect and revere them. I want to honor
These wonderful queens by offering them exquisite flowers,
Golden crowns studded with diamonds, sapphires and rubies.
I'm not at all a happy camper when I hear these tertian words.
Our women of light and dark shades were christened by the breeze
Of an eternal spring; they're as precious as the proud songbirds.
Women are our mothers, sisters, aunts, wives and friends.
Without these ladies, life would be monotonous and tasteless.
Women are the beacons of our world and the helping hands,
Which carry men from the womb to the tomb that accepts no less.
P.S. This poem is dedicated to all reasonable and beautiful women who are united regardless of their color.
Copyright © March 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Categories:
pejorative, appreciation, beauty, care, cute
Form:
Rhyme
She has typed in many a useless comment before.
However, this miss can’t be doing it anymore.
The work she has displayed for us to see totals eight.
Believe me, none of that material looks great.
Well, a few of us got together to take a stand.
A stoppage from submitting bad comments was their demand.
Some detailed complaints to the management were submitted.
Each one of those pejorative criticisms was omitted.
So continue to write your admirable poetry.
About those worthless words, you will no longer have to worry.
Categories:
pejorative, computer-internet, people,
Form:
Rhyme
tolfd me.. you support me but
I don't suport you
An enemt within is someone
who makes misery in
everything you do.
youqualify but aint gonna
get it
pejorative labeling
all to undermined and position
I can treat you like this
talk to you like that
your underminded
who you think did that
Categories:
pejorative, appreciation, character, loneliness,
Form:
Bio