Best Perverts Poems
I am a born gay…
With warm and cold feelings...
With dreams and untold stories…
People identify me as a perverts…
People swear with anger...
What have I done to them I wonder,
Don’t I have my rights…?
Don’t I have my place...?
In the world I was born to stay…
How can you judge me...?
How can you know me…?
How can you tell me…?
That I am wrong in every way…
Pick up the stone to stone me...
If you are sinless like god who created me…
Remembering the truth of about me…
“Gays are born… but they are not made...”
So even if you destroy me…
Yet you will never be able to destroy…
The proud gay soul that lives within me...
Because...”I am a born gay but I am not made”…!
Categories:
perverts, life
Form:
Some cry climate change
Other's say they're deranged.
As the conflict evolves
All our lives are involved.
Who's right or who's wrong?
What's the difference?
What's the true future view,
Is there more we can do,
Before we become past tense?
We ask what, what of our children?
As they grow and we show them
a future with no guarantees.
What, what of our children?
Why do they have to pay for
our past generations' misdeeds?
There's so much confusion
Over lies and collusion.
Years teaching them right
Lessons lost overnight.
They see others lie with impunity.
What's wrong becomes right
Simply blow out the light
Darkness perverts civility
We ask what, what of our children?
As they grow and we show them
a future with no guarantees.
What, what of our children?
Why do they have to pay for
our past generations' misdeeds?
No! What of our children?
What? Why do you lie?
True science deny!
What of our children?
What? Why do you fight?
Wrong becomes right!
What of our children?
What? Why do you hate?
It's almost too late!
What of our children?
What of our children?
What of our...
What of...
What...
?
Categories:
perverts, anxiety, children, future, song,
Form:
Lyric
1/16/21
Pure silence or the sound of wind chimes
Willing to do anything to save their own hides
People still committing horrific crimes
During low and high tide
It's been one hell of a roller coaster ride
A whirlwind inside my mind
All these rhymes
Days and nights spent getting sky high
It's seeming like a sign of the times
I say I'm fine, but I'm not alright
Always feels like
I get nowhere when I climb
No matter how hard I try
Can't even look me in my eyes
Quick to assume I'm telling lies
Wasn't the first and won't be the last goodbye
If you let it, quickly time will pass you by
I was reaching the skies
Then taking dives
Achieving nearly every prize
Or living among the mosquitoes and flies
I had many lows and even more highs
I've been a fool, but I'm still wise
You better recognize
And realize
I still get butterflies
While I'm living life, trying to survive
Seeing the moon's glow or watching the Sunrise
Sometimes
It hurts
Feels like I'm cursed
Still I delve and search
Across the Earth
Too many perverts
And jerks
Continue to lurk
Meanwhile snakes out to usurp
As well as nearly every other twerp
Which is why I stay alert
Similar to Captain Kirk
Ready to put in work
First things first
To me it doesn't matter if you did or didn't go to church
For what it's worth
Better or worse
Before I'm in a hearse
And the dirt
I've still got an insatiable hunger and thirst
I know there'll be no effect or a ripple that can domino
Time will tell if we truly are or are not alone
I got to go
And roam
Across the globe
I want to know
From here to way beyond the Galapagos
As well as Guantanamo
Humble and Heroic, doing the impossible
Paying homage and occasionally saying 'Geronimo!'
Feeling like Socrates
Don't need apologies
Traveling across the seas
And on lands fraught with trees
Constantly
Saw what others would not believe
And am going to continue the odyssey
Traveling vertically and horizontally
Staying still or moving with velocity
As folks hold on to animosity
Forever unable to display camaraderie
Not focused on such novelties
People with good and bad qualities
The same can be said for policies
I remain an anomaly
With my own methodology
And ferocity
Holding on solidly
While remaining an oddity
Categories:
perverts, dark, deep, poetry, rap,
Form:
Rhyme
Is There No Shame?
Watching as people go by is a joy I find
People, so many, of such different kind
Yet, over the years as time has past
Shame dissolves as morals die fast
Seduction has become a present fad
Casting away limits that we once had
Children dressed for lust as parents smile
While perverts in lust seek to molest a child
Butt cheeks hanging out for all to see
Advertising as to say, “ come take me”
Bellies and breasts revealed to behold
No regret as their whorish ways unfold
A young man’s hormones blazing in bliss
With opportunity arising to want of this
Unwanted pregnancies all over this world
While unloved babies into the trash
are hurled
Sex is glorified while marriage is not sacred
And those who abstain are mocked in hatred
Nakedness is uncovered to less than one’s underwear
If you dress different, you’re considered
a square
Right and wrong has not ever changed
Values are precious and not so strange
Morals are taught to keep us safe
Integrity is a result of everyday faith
A Lady in this world is hard to find
Who in our life time doth truly shine
Refusing to partake in this sinful shame
Protecting the reputation of her pure name
Gentlemen likewise have become very few
Watching their tongue and the things
they do
Honoring the women as such
precious jewels
Not being vulgar and stubborn like mules
Shameless are those with no self respect
Shameful when true modesty they reject
Shamefacedness is a trait of one’s virtue
Blushing redness reveals this trait so true
Give us those who will respect themselves
Not following the fad of everyone else
Who will break this mold of undue shame
Honoring the reputation of a good name
Categories:
perverts, absence, analogy, character, culture,
Form:
Rhyme
They speak lies and deal in pain.
Ask for your confession .
Yet torment the week and insane.
Preaching to thoose who need hope.
A dealer in disguise.
So clever is his dope.
Hands apon the innocent rules without reason
lead to a perverts desire.
Fancy robes burn just as fast within hells fire.
A idea so good thought.
A tombstone left is a marker.
Trust in the father is what we were taught.
And old trunk and a empty promise
only take space.
The soul when broken.
Is just another empty damaged place.
Categories:
perverts, angst, introspection, life
Form:
Rhyme
Don’t speak to me with banality.
My expectations reach further aloft.
Trite expression perverts
your true presentation.
Long dead to me,
you cannot resurrect
trust with promise.
Due diligence has
put to death any remaining
vulnerability.
Go away.
Categories:
perverts, angst,
Form:
Free verse
Speak, and be heard, let those feelings be set free,
our God given right, I once heard, freedom for you, and me.
Look at the picture, some paint covered in clouds,
isn't it our right, to speak out loud?
History in high school, was taught with pride,
now all those Americans we studied about, have long died.
With them went hope, and a chance of equality,
these are the things they fought for, not selfish greed.
The Pledge of Allegiance we said everyday,
and everyone stood, as the words were said.
The Constitution was studied, and reports were made,
in front of the class the next day, we would stand up, and say.
All our freedoms that were given to us,
now narrowing down, "help," who do we trust.
A prayer was given, with our heads humbly bowed,
using our freedom of speech, we thanked God out loud.
Everything has changed, now we worry about safety in schools,
shootings, perverts, and God was evicted, now Satan rules.
Categories:
perverts, history, life, time, visionary,
Form:
Narrative
Vested interests
Deny victims
Perverts justice
Categories:
perverts, abuse, betrayal, business, corruption,
Form:
Haiku
A world was created where every individual believed that being represented
was essential as religions require symbols
to be interpreted by the ordained,
meaning of things provided for us like fertilizer on furrowed fields,
law & tax codes, medical knowledge, emotional expressions governed by consensus,
a democracy of dellusions,
dissent is dangerous and humility heroic,
where surrender preserves and patriotism perverts,
clowns kings and criminals having wings,
Medeval Christianity mastered markmanship of community authority seizing
the sugar of inventive intuition,
terrorizing the truth of personal experience,
thrones were tailored temptations, temples entrapments of greater mystery,
cathedrals collossal contraptions for centralizing consciousness, books burned,
jewels for fools & the fooled manackled to the alter of passivity,
masses being timid tools concentrating their energies on empire expansion,
exiled from ego,
crusades to crush criticism, a monopoly of memory
and torture the text of theocracy,
Cathars killed for lessons become occult,
unlawful cognizance of God within,
authority addicts abandoning their oaths to protect people,
subjects countrymen become,
being pledges & collateral for debts incurred for imperial improvidence,
babies of the masses transformed into bankers' bounty via certificates,
maturing securities on malignant markets of merchantile magic,
digital slave trade,
self governance gainsaid as being a primitive pathology,
a symptom of paranoia or maybe xenophobia,
personally voting on taxation, education and wars apostacy,
J.A.B.
Categories:
perverts, america, christian, history,
Form:
Didactic
I have my constitution
which exists in the tablets of my mind,
It's not an illusion,
but an ally, a friend,
A guide to perfection,
Perverts the way of the pervert,
A guide to perfection
for the immortal, mortal and mortality.
There is a constitution,
Perpetuated by coercion,
Written by human distortion,
With zigged and zagged expectation,
Oriented to insufficiency,
Loops that our leaders pay to see,
Whose sowers sow carefully,
lest they close their own way.
Of a doctrine hollow I know,
Often planted on the way of justice,
Where the little of a cobbler is taken,
To spare the enthusiasm of a regime,
A policy set out for heaven,
But creates hell just before,
When infants survive just long enough,
To witness the state-of-the-art slaughter of their beloved.
An outline of legal malpractices,
constitution of an immoral basis of morality,
Thieves defining the principle of equity,
Harlots given virgin reception,
A fugitive in the state house,
A constitution which siphons justice,
Is your pamphlet of statements,
Written in pencil and erased in ink.
That's not my constitution,
Which differentiates between a ***** and hero,
Implemented sparingly by hungry lawyers,
Who when full do more harm,
To warrant extermination of infants,
And offer them a premature state burial,
Where man slaughters his kinsmen,
For the interests of a constitution.
Written 15/06/2012 MUTHOKA JACOB.
A reaction to failed confidence in the constitution whose makers become the prefects over its interpretation.
Categories:
perverts, political,
Form:
Ballad
Death By Murder:
Murky water left to drink
floating particles of death.
Erie presence leaves discontent.
As something wicked floats in it.
The bone chilling cold wind doth blow
off Lake Erie with flurry snow.
Late at night off cold dark shores
shadows of a floating barge.
Clouds of soot from steamers clogged
Pollutes the air with killer smog.
When something wicked this way flows
poverty on desperate corners pose.
Perverts prey on angry streets
Homeless children on which they creep.
Desperately at the mercy of,
as something wicked this way comes
Young ones get plucked,like sweet ripe plumbs
As something wicked this way comes
.
Contaminated, where no herbs could purge her
Strictly becomes death by murder.
Others with blood dripping from lips
Every scary thing flung and flipped
No caring soul feels to investigate
As vampires odors fumigate
There's no friend to even extend
a stick to beat the bush or defend
The evil deeds that ignorance brings
desecrates the graves of all good men
We make loud noises and pretend;
While something evil this way spins.
The screams are loud but know one heard her
Ignored are cries upon lake Erie's borders
Spores that spawn.. these deaths by murder.
Categories:
perverts, murder, scary, water,
Form:
Couplet
When she stepped out of the shower
In pale wet skin
And splendor
She wore water like a queenly robe
Dripping breasts
Made of gold and treasure
Such beauty deserved
To be inscribed
Something no man should forget
In case I couldn’t memorize the bite of her
Kiss
The trembling release of her depth
In case I might forget the flavor of her
Cries
The excited rasp of her breath
I needed a photo of that naked pout
A vision
Never to forget
“Don’t take my picture,”
She warned me
In ferocious warrior tongue
Daughter of Nordic barbarians
Beauty unlike anyone
What did she think I would do
With the image she might surrender?
Sell it to the highest bidder
For thirty pieces of silver?
Send it to perverts and sex addicts
Specialists in self-pleasure?
Post it on church walls
So celibates might be tempted?
Raise it upon a flag
For an entire nation to be offended?
“Don’t take my picture,”
She warned me
In ferocious warrior tongue
Daughter of Nordic barbarians
Beauty unlike anyone
But I defied her fierce instruction
Spit from heroic luscious lips
Picture snapped
In a flash
Naked beauty captured
At last
And
Never saw that warrior again.
Categories:
perverts, girlfriend-boyfriend, love, passion, romance,
Form:
Rhyme
Murky water left to drink
floating particles of death
Erie presence leaves discontent
As something wicked floats in it.
The bone chilling chilly wind doth blow
off Lake Erie with flurry snow.
Late at night off cold dark shores
Shadows of a floating barge
Clouds of soot from steamers clogged
Pollutes the air with killer smog
when something wicked this way blows.
Perverts creep on angry streets
Children homeless are their prey
desperately at the mercy of
She gets plucked like a sweet ripe plumb
as something wicked this way comes.
There were no herbs, left to purge her
This was strictly death by murder
Blood dripping from their lips/
Every scary thing they fling as;
Vampires odors fumigates,
the evil deeds, their gluttony brings.
They've Desecrated the graves of men;
Though we stand by, we cannot extend,
at least a stick to beat the bush;
Or make loud noises and pretend;
While something evil this way spins.
© Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2014
Inspired by Ray Bradbury
reposted 2017
Categories:
perverts, abuse, child abuse, death,
Form:
Ballad
Some people have all they need
Yet they plot and plan and scheme
Others go chasing rainbows
Pursuing impossible dreams.
Bigots Spout their poison
Racists make raw our nerves
Politicians make promises
Then forget the people they serve.
Burglars ruin many lives
Drug dealers selling crack
Isn't it time we called time
Demanding our communities back.
Proper sentences for criminals
For perverts Druggies and thieves
Politicians fighting for us for once
responding to our needs .
Play areas for our children
Youth clubs for our kids
Children playing safely
Just like our parents did.
This is not chasing rainbows
Nor are they dreams we cannot achieve
We can make this whole world so much better
If enough of us believe .
Write an email to your senator
Or a letter to your MP
Demand a set of values
That will help society.
Give praise to our teachers
Our future is in their hands
The lessons that they teach our kids
Could be the saving grace of man.
Categories:
perverts, political, drug,
Form:
Verse
Enemies of love, pride and injustice
The actions of the benevolent unnoticed
Omnipotent powers
Spark the cigarette that blinds your eyes
The smoke that hugs your nose, and penetrates your clothes
Grey streaks on rose-colored dyes
The red man that guides your actions,
Is the same man you look at in the mirror
Childish ambitions, oh cute superstitions
Ego of a scapegoat, the nightmares of gloat
The pirates of humanity afloat with no fear
They mime the tale of those who seek
The money in banks and the water of the creek
Their enemies brandish guns, cars and jewelry
Brownish tones of indifference
The Robin Hood mentality of selfishness
The human condition overlooked,
Suffering is malignant
The cancer spreads to the lungs of the desperate
Shooters of chemicals and perverts splattered in blood
Shrewd victims of consequences
Flooded in waste, the barriers of insecurity
Robbing our children of their eloquent innocence
Categories:
perverts, addiction, allusion, anger, angst,
Form:
Free verse