Best Punk Poems

Mr. Wiggles the stuffed “punk pig” , he wasn’t always this way. Before the safety pins in his little nose and “Dead Kennedy’s” patch on his soft, fuzzy, pink back, he was a loving, clean, attractive piggy who was afraid of the dark. He sewed...

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slam it to me punk you think you’re so cool
this bald headed old fart will take you to school
you think you’re the first generation to revolt
if you read a history book you’d know that’s a joke
yes that’s a joke
go ahead punk – take a poke

hell...

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The gourds were really jealous of
the pumpkin's orange hide.
The golden corn was long, long, gone
the scarecrow did confide.

The old oak tree was worrying
for he'd TP on his crown,
and the barn's backside was plastered
with a witch who's falling down.

The plastic skeleton rattled
in the evening breeze
laughing at...

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Punk is not dead. It was never alive.
We stitched it together from mangled parts
with contents we poured from inconstant hearts
in our basements during bleak nights.
Finding in art the best ways to survive
a world beyond our vague comprehension.
Some wounds will never taste restoration,
some demons may never...

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PUNK FLOYD
So here you come, our back's against THE WALL,
and UMMAGUMMA,  you're the worst we've seen,
you'll  MEDDLE in our lives, that says it all,
but please BE CAREFUL WITH THAT AX EUGENE.

I'd ride my BIKE, but there is too much rain,
if you SEE EMILY...

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[the spirit of this was written after hearing KISS', "I was made for loving you"]

I keep hearing that aliens
Have thought-interfacing technology
And if I put forth the intention
This beacon will bring them to me
I'll also make the assumption
Societies universally have the same roots
As hyper-sexualized as James...

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Why do people laugh at jokes
About getting rolling drunk,
Why does a smile come on a face
Thinking of a sea-sick punk ?

There's something wrong with our values
That esteems the money spent,
On fermented rocket fuel
That blasts a soul to hell.

Think of accidents on the road
And innocent loss...

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Eye’m know good at punk chew asian and my speeeling is pretty pour
A period is a woman’s monthlies and I don’t no what to ewes comma,s four

Ellipsis I ewesed in Arthur’s infinite dot thirteen poetry form. I hope I ewesed them to good affect

May bee...

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I'm a speech punk; kind of a menace
Not sure if the word is permissible in these parts
But that's the word I need, life's a furnace
So flush that. Gosh, you leave me no choice
I'm trying to speak, hear my voice in the whisper 
Through the walls...

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Eat My Dust, Punk

By Elton Camp

Gran had her kids raised and mortgage paid
And so figured it was time that she played

From the car dealer, she a bought a big V8
It had 400 horsepower and surely ran great

If anybody happened to get in Gran’s way,
Then there...

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Outnumbered
1756 to one
I stood alone
I stood
Alone
In a culture of music
Unlike anyone else's 
Flogging Molly
Scathed my back
With mad plaid in my mind
And Was Beder Das
Youth of rebellion
I stand true....

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Diamond in the rough
Not intelligent enough for some
A drunk
Staggeringly fkd up burnt out punk
A wasted shell
A washed up piece of junk
Or maybe I just smell
These fking insecurities that follow me around
That trip me up and tie me down
till I'm beaten blue and broken on the...

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When I was 17
I had a great job
Painting
Little
Desert
Flowers

Roses
On
Assembly line
Plates

Friends
On
The
Line
Taught me to pee on my hands
To
Neutralize
The
Poisons
In the glazes

The plates
Would
Land
On small
Cardboard
Palettes

Every
Night
I
Would
Take some of these
Cardboard palettes
When
I
Went
Home

And
Make
Pissed
On
Art...

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Punk !

Back then we knew what it was
T.V. screens were not our choice
But we sold ourselves
To a fashion
Said it was
Individualism
Just more colourful than the last one

First came the music
And then the love
But Punks were all disillusionment
Trying to change the world
With spit

Even though we owned street...

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Silhouettes in fume thump to a doom, 
They stomp with the rhythm of drums,
They point to the sky and spread open wide, 
Their wrists and fingers and thumbs,

These thousands of people joined at the hip, 
Joined by a common desire,
To lose themselves in the roar...

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