Best Spankings Poems
There is a lovely young lady on my mind
She is real loyal and giving and kind
Birthday spankings I give
For each year she has lived
I better run and protect my own behind
Happy Birthday Charmaine
Categories:
spankings, birthday,
Form:
Limerick
“Where I’m From”
I am from pliers
from Tylenol and vanilla bean perfume.
I am from the budding rose bush,
the aloe vera plant
whose salve heals my burns.
I am from the tee-ball bat in the garage
the ballet bar in the studio.
I am from princess pajamas and my favorite stuffed animal
from sandy beaches and mountain views.
I’m from lessons learned and the hard way,
from spankings and timeouts in my bedroom.
I’m from wood flooring and hazel eyes
and southern cooking grandmothers.
I’m from the brewing of sweet tea and
the individual stitches on quilts.
From the “no no’s” and
the land flowing with “milk and honey.”
I’m from early Sunday mornings,
in a polk-a-dot dress and black patent shoes.
I’m from the foothills,
green beans and heavily buttered cornbread.
From the crown and sash of Miss Catawba Valley
the receding hairline of my father.
They are on the top shelf in my closet
a box of baby pictures and birthday cards.
It holds my memories, so that I may never forget
Where I’m from.
Categories:
spankings, birth, family, home, me,
Form:
Free verse
A keyboard was on a typewriter or piano
Spankings were approved of, rarely condemned
Clothing was 'gay' --- brightly colored
They rolled up the sidewalks at 10 p.m.
We said 'heck' for 'hell' and 'darn' for 'damn'
Teachers were respected, never disparaged
Left-handed kids were forced to be righties
Death, not divorce, dissolved most marriages
A click usually meant a torn meniscus
Folks shopped in windows and stores
Cash was king; credit, irresponsible
TV dinners, unanimously deplored
Marathons had fewer than 100 entrants
Devices were mechanical, not electronic
Nobody I knew took showers, just baths
'Human' meant 100% being, not bionic
Everything written above is true
I swear that it is, doggone it!
Categories:
spankings, nostalgia, remember, truth,
Form:
Rhyme
I.
Religion and his spiteful visions,
Race and her unholy irrations,
Madness the first lady of Death the Destroyer,
Sadness the Arch-enemy of Peace and Bliss,
Oh! His breathe just ceased,
To whom,To what shall we plead,
On what mountains shall Volcanoes feast,
To what unholy Earthquakes shall men not shake and kneel with skeletal frames
that creak,
I have written for Kings and Monks,
Yes through My writings Paupers have become Princes,
The Affected the Most effective,
I have written for Salient minds,
This long have I beaten the Gongs of the gods to awake your passion for Nature,
Yes, Yes I have beaten this Drums so soft to herald the coming of a generation
that will enjoy true bliss between Beast and Man,
Aliens as my info tech clerk, Oh what jerks,
II.
The alchemy of Time and Fate,
It hovers around You your blessings of days agone, Just have faith,
Stretching to catch the Salient spirits of creativity the sage blows off his turbo
nerves,like you thus fainty,
I have seen Men drink stale wine off Pigskins called"The Happy Flagon",
Amalgamation of Love and Truth has held me this Strong,
Naked am I, immersing financial wealth into this pool of Humility,
Do try when walking with my father not to look directly at his eyes,but following
every pace,
Oh! The signs of time, Seeing my children whose bones are really filled with oil,
My spine's creak,cry and wail from this much spankings and your grandmum's
severe waist rolls,
Only whales know the true disciplines of Gentlemanness,
Clumsy Spades,Hungry gents...Oh! Satisfying my willing maids.
Categories:
spankings, adventure, happiness, passion, men,
Form:
Ballad
I tried to be good as a kid
But it never worked out for me
If there was any kind of trouble
Right in the middle is where I'd be
I tried to escape it but I never did
Trouble was like a shadow to me
Like a mosquito on a summer night
Trouble would never let me be
I tried to be like everyone else
And I didn't argue or even fight
But no matter how much I tried
I was always in troubles sight
I tried to talk myself out of it
That made the spankings worse
Even as an adult I cannot hide
I'm caught in troubles curse
Categories:
spankings, adventure, child, childhood, encouraging,
Form:
Rhyme
So this is the truth of our golden plate and silver spoon
Do not preach to me!
lead the horse to water
and if the water looks inviting i might drink or go for a swim
and today as we blindly refuse to treach the world population sign language and
selectively numb
as we think we are throw the deaf people away because its their turn to
understand gods love for them
love has become pain
gods love is not pain
the door to forgiveness and make it stop please god is mental anguish
and only we can break the cycle of the wars of our fathers
they refuse to remember
but i havent forgot
they mask it with humor and alcohol
controls and manipulation
because some politician or jking
didnt want gay men
and forced schools to brainwash children through spankings for generations
we have just started to turn that page
Do not preach to me
Do not!
Love is not emotional physical or menatl abuse
Love of my higher power or god has nothing to do with mankind wanting to
control the univers
and their desire to have it revolve around them
so at this nonexistant crime scene of wehy our world is this way
ask yourself if you were a child
and spanked three to five times a day to be forced to love god
and then forced into the real world to marry and have children out of survival
is that not brainwash
and why is our world this way?
some want to go back to the ways of the old
some want to spare the rod but you spoil the child
and sure we supposedly have it easy with silent wars of drugs
and marketted gang wars in the music
and propoiganda everyday
and companies of liars selling us whatever we should buy next
I will not pray to a human sacrifice
or anything linked to slavery and the burning of thousands of women who were
doctors
do not preach to me
for i can humble you
and you can choose to put your head bacjk in the sand
or wait till april fools day again
Categories:
spankings, angst, confusion, faith, history,
Form:
Free verse
I get spanked just about every day? I don't know why? I guess it is just natural for guys! I never see girls do it! Guys are really weird you have to admit it. There are many different types of spankings out there. There are punishment spankings, there are appreciation spankings and there a couple others out there that you teenagers know about. I could see it being appropriate at a young age as a punishment when getting spanked with a wooden spoon, or a paddle, or a board. Sometimes even a belt! But getting hit in the rear-end by another mans hand is just straight up weird. I don't get it! I'm sure a lot of you are on the same page as me. Especially you girls! What is the purpose of it? To say hi? Or just another way of giving a hi-five or saying good job? I mostly get spanked by my dads friends, my coaches, and my friends. And also a couple times by my parents when I was little as a punishment. I admit it, I spank my buddies every once in a while, but once I think about it, why did I? no reason. Exactly. Spanks on Spanks why do we Spank!
Categories:
spankings, abuse, anti bullying, bullying,
Form:
Salaam
From the beginning momma been duin it on her own, raising a fast kid like me in a single parent home. 15 years old with her whole life ahead of her, but sperm traveled fast and made a single egg last. Now its me, here by mistake, so I only look at myself as one. Taking her through hell for 15 years , while she gave up all she had in front of her. No prom, no graduation, no happiness, her teenage life thrown away and sacrificed just for me. But all this didn’t have to be. She had a choice: murder me, or give me away and live happily. She kept me out the goodness of her heart, lord knows If she had the chance, she’d give it up for a brand new start. But this is the life of how a small lil teen in a huge giant world grows with guilt inside.
Daddy wasn’t an addict, and daddy wasn’t a jail berg. Daddy isn’t dead, he’s just somewhere being mislead. He’s not with me, so how can he tell me where I need to be.
I grew up like any other kid, without a father. All I had and have to depend on is my mother. She’s not the best, but she’s defiantly far from the rest.
She’s modeling for me, modeling how to be. The best is what she want me to see.
Tough love is rough is love, momma know love. Momma give love, momma take love, but I’m surprised momma still giving love. Its just a matter of time before momma throw in the gloves!
From the headaches, to the heartaches; I couldn’t possibly imagine what hurts worst! She’s smiling on the outside, sorta like me, & crying behind closed doors, praying on her knees: hoping her daughter don’t fall a victim to the streets, and become pregnant just from one lil piece of meat! The whoopings, the spankings, the beatings, the busted heads, and the loud yells are just a sign of tough of love, tryna teach a lesson, while I’m blaming myself when I should really be countin my blessings!
Momma just wanna see me succeed, fulfill the things she wasn’t able to in life, and spend time with her on the things that her momma couldn’t. She wanna see the best in me, & honestly, I’m striving to be all I can.
Bringing home good grades, making goals, achieving goals, and playing my role. They say we can’t please every body and I guess I try too hard, but momma is one person who I wanna impress lord!
Take care of her like she take care of me, that’s after I become all I can be! Cause I want my momma to see . . . . . . . . . I’m GONE make it!!!
Categories:
spankings, childhood, family, father, mother,
Form:
Blank verse
My childhood spread to the world in bottles of sun screen,
poured out into outstretched hands.
My childhood was painted across easels and written on walls,
Drawn far and wide, a Crayola-crayon land.
Childhood was served on plastic plates, microwave-safe,
To a table with plastic place sets.
Childhood was scissors found, and used, on not only paper,
But hair and chairs and everything else.
It was stickers and glue, playdoh and dolls.
It was broken hearts and broken bathroom stalls.
It was tears, and spankings, and moves.
It was fears, and boredom, and excitement at new shoes.
My childhood was a white house,
On a Hollywood Drive,
And a red house,
On Riverside Drive.
It’s the arguments, the kicking and screaming.
It’s the hugs, the kisses and dreaming.
It’s the little things, the band-aids and the duct-tapes
Can’t fix. It’s the cuts, the bruises, and the scrapes.
My childhood was a brown horse with a white star,
And a cream horse with a rainbow mane.
My childhood was an old, beaten-up silver car,
And a red doll, elmo, with worn out eyes and a long remembered name,
An old friend with a few rough patches from being thrown too far.
It’s staying out too long on snow days,
And jumping in puddles on rainy days.
Childhoods are the places we came from,
And the way we grew up.
My childhood is a memory frozen by a picture,
And loaded in a frame,
And stuck on a shelf,
To be viewed everyday.
It’s funny, the things we do
So we don’t forget.
Categories:
spankings, childhood, childhood, childhood, horse,
Form:
I bring you sweet treats all the time
But you just swat my poor behind.
Fine! Get 'em yourself!
Categories:
spankings, anger, angst, cat, conflict,
Form:
Senryu
Be honest we say in churches
in conversations with our children
at school in classes
in cub scouts and boy scout troops
A big deal with the Girl Scouts
Easy when you are young, for the
truth is all you know. You have nothing but
the truth, for it is what young children speak
until they are savagely punished for telling it.
That is when children learn to lie
So please thank their parents
for teaching them to lie.
and be aware of the parent’s level of brutality
in these early teachings.
I am not talking of spankings.
I am talking of beatings with weapons.
or of savage beatings where the wall or a table
or a chair or a lamp is the weapon.
I am specifically thinking of belts.
Categories:
spankings, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Maybe i go to church every sunday
irregardless of how i know how they changed their ways of how many spankings
the nuns gave out in sunday school
and the abuse the children of previous generations recieved at home when they
didnt worship their saviour
Maybe I don't need church monday to sunday
and to be brainwashed around the clock
of the obsessions that control your thought
i will fix that pipe and come visit you on the day of praise
to see a lousy preacher
who has nothing worthy to hear read or humbling to say
Maybe just maybe
you have a point of view
and i respect you too
but dont you dare
try to one up me
by looking like a man of god in the public eye
because between us and the positive affirmations
the bibles neglect to tell our souls of the divine truths of our nature
My eyes are wide open to the days of old
where the walked up hill barefoot in the snow
to get a lickin from the priests
then the nuns
beg god for forgiveness
go home and be beat for not being absolutely perfect
to run away confused and scared
forced into a woprld where pain and mental anguish was the door to love of your
holy god?
Categories:
spankings, angst, confusion, forgiveness, history,
Form:
Free verse
Childhood is when I believed that if I stared at something long enough my eyes would get
stuck that way
The feeling of uncertainty but complete and freedom and fun
Childhood was the never ending kisses from grandma and saying that I could help her make
cookies and the sweet smell of success and being able to halve milk with them
Childhood id best friends that never grew old of playing and letting their imagination be free
of any trapped door
Childhood was never being made fun of or if someone laughed you, you didn’t care and
would laugh back
Childhood is if you got in trouble and crying fits would come then leave after you got a hug
Childhood was time outs and spankings and then a stern talking to when you were done
Sixteen hood is using common sense and thinking before you speak and do
Sixteen hood id letting you drive and being responsible for another life and your own
Sixteen hood id being halfway done with high school and facing the facts that come with
growing up
Sixteen hood is a ray of laughter that you get from the rising sun with classmates
Sixteen hood is remembering what childhood is and was but knowing what growing up in
sixteen hood means
Categories:
spankings, teen, high school,
Form:
When I was growing up,
The things that I went through,
None pleasant for me,
And wouldn't be for you.
Believe in what I say,
Cause every bit is true.
When I was growing up,
I didn't have a clue.
My parents always yelling,
Moms face was black and blue.
Pushing, pulling back and forth,
I don't know what to do.
Dad turns around and tells me,
It’s all because of you.
When I was growing up,
I always smelled of pine.
Cleaning up forever
The dust, the dirt and grime.
Getting up for school
Way before it's time.
If there was a problem,
I'd pretend that I was fine,
I remember, if I didn't,
The spankings would be mine.
There was no talking ever,
I felt just like a mime.
The punishments I got,
They never fit the crime.
I even got in trouble,
For writing this here rhyme.
Categories:
spankings, childhood, depression, family, father,
Form:
Rhyme
High functioning autism is just a word to most.
Receiving and having are two different word's.
And so we try in having, as little attention drawn
Too ourselves .
Our teachers cannot read our mind's and parents
Through thier ignorance cause more harm than good.
The bullies were thus brutal as bullies will be, fighting
Back was but trouble as trouble needn't be.
Not able to speak or articulate word's as a child, confusion
Was the word, the word of the day as from night.
Hiding in the woods, open in school spankings from teacher's
Back in those day's.
As an adult it was thus to late , police and a record being misunderstood.
Confessing to lie's to people you trust without mens rea,
It mattered not.
Anger , detachment was then a good friend, not knowing the
Why until it was too late.
And why now they ask , when they do not care, it leaves me in
Fear .
That I may loose where I live to those now afraid.
Categories:
spankings, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse