Best Reprobate Poems

Reprobate silver
shall men call them,
because the LORD
have rejected them
Jer. 6:30


You never liked anything that was good 
and wholesome
Clean conversation was something you never cared for
Filthy...

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Can there be beauty in my toes,
Where stubbornly a fungus grows?

I never thought it could be true.
I try to hide it with my shoe.

Its purpose,...

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A THRILL SEEKER (PART 1)

He is a sick man with no life that is running around in a world that cannot be lived.
All but not...

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A gut full of grease is a glutton for greed
A swirling cesspool of sinful man's seed
These men of corruption, a pitiful breed
They trust their own...

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Bewildered, I wander this barren land
Not able to find my way
Barely even able to stand
My soul grows weary each day

Alas, I ponder, as I count...

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I'm looking for that special place
Where my soul can feel at home
I wander here upon this earth
Where empty souls must roam

Not knowing what tomorrow brings
My...

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There are bastards in the world,
too many of them for my liking,
but they don’t care about my likes
or dislikes for they are bastards.

Bastards!!
Hollowed out beings...

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A.W. Nutter

Morning grass laden with diamonds
Reflecting light as the sun ascends
Sleep riddled muscles slow to respond
Fear shoved aside as hunger transcends

Past sins continue to haunt...

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'Twas April Fourteenth, Seventy-Eight.
Lest any should repudiate
what on this very special date
the two of them were doin',

Let's for a moment contemplate
their entry to the grand...

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A Blanket of deception tightly coils the minds of most,
Unless you are enraptured by the Holy Ghost.
Pockets of disaster
Echo in their ears
Bondage comes through doubt,...

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Just like the number, twenty nine, I was in my prime
A rowdy reprobate at large whose life had no design

Then one day, the blue sky...

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some-tin-can-tan-man 
playing in the sand
with paper tigers
  a bear with many tentacles
red everywhere
	in the skies
  clouds streaming down
hispeed downsload online power lines
 ...

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A. W. Nutter

Constant battles raging within
Masters fighting for my soul
Seeking forgiveness, chasing sin
A life spinning out of control

Creatures adorned with freewill
Christ or Satan, my only...

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Someone Asked Me About Marriage…

Someone asked me about marriage, as a matter of fact…
I thought; “what kind of questions is that?”

“Let me ask a questions…...

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There was a fussy old toad, yes; some might call him, a curmudgeon, at soul. 
When his ladylove died, he took it in stride, and...

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