Best Smut Poems

Remembering the days of yesteryear
when family ties were held most dear,
gas lamps flickered in the back street
while most of us danced a different beat.
Tragic alleyways...

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Miss Muffet sat upon a velvet stool
I know 'twas a tuffet; learned that in school
But Muffy was the tart
Who broke the spider's heart
I'm telling the...

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I’m lunching with my bestie Mylie
She’s upset and no longer smiley
I ask her what’s wrong
She said in my thong
My bottom is no match for Kylie!

I...

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With the onset of years
erstwhile crazy ideas
abandoned with caution and dread
now crowd my mind
no peace I will find
till my conscience lies neatly in shreds

Conscience, out...

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A vindictive old crone called Skyla
Her comments could not be more vile’a
She will give folk such flack
Stabbing them in the back
Well 'madam' I don’t like...

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where are your eyes in the 11th hour?
do they roam to and fro, roaring
with insipid power, baiting the hook,
fishing for retractable men?

where is your nose...

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[Title changed from ‘Double Talk’ as I’ve
used that title before]
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It's a fallacy that writers have to shut themselves up in their ivory towers to write. I have all these interruptions, three of which I...

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I was born in a muddy time
created to be a field of broken bricks.

Years wove their weeds.
There was hope,
enclaves of suburban heavens
old men in grim...

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Why is Africa the dark continent?
Is it the skin, but this is skin-deep…
Is it the hope, which by faith we keep? 
Is it the future,...

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The beautiful ocean with it's roaming waves
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Foreplay starts hours before the bedroom.
Leaving a note on your car while you’re working,
As flowers are delivered in bloom.
Later, rubbing your feet to ease the...

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Life with Snickers
(four short poems in one)

our one-year-old dog
lapping up toilet water -
what a potty mouth

That dog is also into smut;
he likes to sniff poor...

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continues from part 1

And I to him: “Show me where I can find,
If you want that I bring your news then up,
Who is who foresees...

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Earth Day has come again this year, and gone
And hardly anyone has seemed to care.
Earth has provided well for us so long.
We do not realize...

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