Best Unmentionable Poems
Oops, It was an Accident
I accidentally let one loose
on a blind date with a guy named Bruce.
We went to the movies on that fateful day
happily carrying our snacks on a tray.
We settled down in our comfy seat
all ready to enjoy this special treat.
Things were proceeding oh so well
with popcorn, hot dogs, banana split with caramel,
when suddenly my stomach began to rumble,
and to my dismay, gurgle and grumble.
In fear, I felt the gases build up
like a once dormant volcano about to erupt.
Then helplessly, I had to just let it loose;
oh my gracious, the stench was profuse!
Mortified I wanted to drop to my knee,
but played possum so none would suspect it was me.
People started shouting such gross obscenities,
and hollering out unmentionable profanities.
One voice declared that something had died;
another indignantly wanted the stinker identified.
Someone suggested the skunk should be drowned;
I wanted to flee, but I dared not turn around.
So quietly I sat unknown in the dark cinema,
as poor Bruce wondered aloud if someone had been given an enema.
My heart boomed forth just like a doom-drum,
I prayed no other foul odor would escape my guilty bum.
But like a clan of skunks, it lingered and stunk,
I was so afraid folks would figure out who’d made that funk.
Thankfully I was saved from public disgrace
as ushers armed with spray cans fogged up that whole place.
Gratefully I sighed, relieved that my crime
had not been traced back to me by show time!
07-09-2018
Contest: I Accidentally Let One Loose
Sponsor: Charles Messina
Placement: 1st
Categories:
unmentionable, anxiety, hilarious, youth,
Form:
Rhyme
Ah, Wind, we've known each other so long.
While creatures run quickly from your side,
I've tried to find kindness in your song
but your howls become hard to abide.
You loudly roar blowing doors ajar,
trees bent weary by ceaseless pummel.
I hear your rumble, beginning far
announcing yourself, never humble.
Beneath blue skies, a rustle of leaves,
a gentle breeze stirring grains of sand.
Clever Wind sending Zephyr to tease
but we now know the tricks in your hand.
You can charm dust into whirling dance
spinning her round as dust devils fly.
Then do your best to spoil a romance
with your chuckle as they reach the sky.
Unmentionable tantrums and blows,
your foot stamping when you are annoyed.
Leveling towns, do you regret those
heartbreaks caused as you merrily toyed?
Sometimes forlorn, or is that a guise,
when quickly you stop, tempering voice?
is that sadness I see in your eyes?
With flashes of scorn, you make your choice.
April 23, 2023
for "Word Challenge--W Words" poetry contest
by Constance La France
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Categories:
unmentionable, conflict, earth, sound, wind,
Form:
Quatrain
Beauty
Beauty is all around me, in a million different things.
The silvery haired, wrinkled face of one that has impenetrable memories
She smiles and longs for someone, anyone to bust her out of her prison of silence.
It is in the wispy, snowy white, silk of a milkweed as it frees itself of its casing
It arrives in the sound of a beautiful well orchestrated piece of music that penetrates my soul.
In the simplicity of a simple clump of wildflowers that grows freely in the ditch.
As my dog Quincy runs freely with his friend Sawyer
the beauty of their comradery and unbridled joy is unparalleled.
It is in the kindness of those who consider the feelings of others and gently encourage.
It emerges from the generosity at Christmas and unselfish acts all around from veritable strangers.
The lake on a late November afternoon with its shades of bluish greys
And a backdrop of thick denseness but a silvery light reflecting on the water
and peeking through to show me one more surprise before covering up with its blanket of dark.
The tedious overnight work of a spider who sits in wait
in the most radiant web with drops of dew sitting carefully on a strand.
In the spirit of one who never gives up
and remains grateful even after unmentionable hardships and grief.
In the words of the poets claiming words as their own
to create the most unique ways of speaking their truth.
In the love of a couple simply holding hands as they walk.
The joy of a child’s face as he sees his favourite grandpa has come to visit.
Of course, there are the generous sunsets
and flowers of every colour that decorate my outside world
The seagulls that stand on one leg,
The geese that fly to unknown destinations at the same time every day
The elaborate sandcastle built lovingly with a dad on the beach
The nest with chirping baby birds begging furiously to fill their emptiness
made lovingly with grasses and twigs and various treasures.
The smell of beautifully roasted coffee permeating my early morning
It is a beautifully crafted piece of art that is fresh from the soul’s expression of the artist’s brush
I have learned to see the beauty all around and build a life of gratefulness
Beauty surprises and comes in simplest form
Which helps to drown the sorrow that inevitably must come to us all.
Grace Daub
December 1, 2021
Categories:
unmentionable, beauty,
Form:
Free verse
This poem may get into trouble,
The world wants identity double.
Attempting to culture commonality,
The world champions individuality.
Theft of language has become all too common,
Yesterday’s use today identifies one a strawman.
Definitions change, words take on other meaning,
Often toward groups one way leaning.
At our language different groups continually hack.
In the case of *****, African American, now Black.
Or European, White, then Caucasian,
Korean American, Indian, rather than Asian.
Why is it that unmentionable words,
You know them, our dialect’s turds.
The use of people demeaned still proliferates,
While outsiders use carry’s different weights?
Color, religion, disability, sex, and age,
All lines in the sand drawn to disparage.
We should agree that race be set aside,
Bound together in one Human pride?
Our world needs new words and labels,
Not old words containing past fables.
Words that create, unite, and rejoin,
Not words that change on the flip of a coin.
Straight should mean unbent?
Snowflake should be heaven sent.
Gay should be a happy feeling.
Black’s big “B” should begin peeling.
I applaud the generation of Ze.
The neutral meaning of he or she.
A word with definition created anew.
A word defining both me and you.
8/31/2017
Categories:
unmentionable, change, color, confusion, gender,
Form:
Rhyme
Wet Dreams
WITH HER DOWN CAST EYES, MY SWEET ANGEL LISTENS TO MY PRAYERS
SHE LOOKS PREDISPOSED TO TRANQUILIZE ALL MY CARES
AS I FALL TO SLEEP OVER MY MIND SWEET FASCINATION REIGNS
TO MAKE ME THINK SWEET PARADISE I HAD GAINED
SHE ENTERS MY DREAMS LIKE A THIEF IN THE NIGHT
I BASK IN HER LOVE WITH EXQUISTE DELIGHT
HER EYES ARE THE STARS, LIKE SPARKLING DIAMONDS IN THE NIGHT
HER SOFT KISSES ARE TENDER, AND DRAIN ME OF ALL MY MIGHT
SHE HAS STOLEN MY SOUL, HER LOVE BURNS LIKE FIRE
INFLAMED IS MY HEART, MY PASSION FILLED DESIRE
I EMBRACE HER BEAUTEOUS SPIRIT; A THOUSAND TIMES I AM BLESSED
HER FAIR STATUESQUE BODY I CARINGLY CARESS
MY ANGEL A TOP OF ME - I CANNOT DENY HER
AS SHE TAKES ME TO HEAVEN- WE SOAR FOREVER HIGHER
WE FEEL THE THUNDER- AS OUR BODIES PEAK
A FEELING SO WANTED, - A NEEDED RELEASE
AN EXPLOSION OF EMOTION,
AND THEN SATISFYING PEACE.
I AWAKE THE NEXT MORN - MY SHEETS SOAKING WET
I REMEMBER MY DREAM,- HOW COULD I EVER FORGET
I PANICK WHEN I SEE - SOME UNMENTIONABLE STAINS
A PRACTICE I KNOW MY PARENTS WOULD PREFER I REFRAIN.
FOR ASSUREDLY I TELL YOU, REMEMBERING THIS YOUNG BOYS BLISS
THAT HUNGRYLY I WAIT FOR MY NEXT ANGEL’S KISS.
Categories:
unmentionable, angel, dance, dream, fantasy,
Form:
Trapped behind a desk, first at school, then at work
Why on earth are folks such awful jerks
If we didn't like school, why continue to suffer
Just because some boss made a great offer?
Rebel! Break out! Do the unconventional!
Find a pursuit that's completely unmentionable
Spend a year searching for the 'missing link'
Move to the equator, build an ice-skating rink
Heed my advice, friend, and you'll never be sorry
Ta-ta and good luck! ~ Time for my noonday safari
Categories:
unmentionable, fantasy, giggle, work,
Form:
Couplet
“Mind your own Business!!”
By:.Peter Neendoor
Darling child, borne
in lawful love
and born beloved,
comes of age, turns around,
and nonchalantly says,
“Mind your own business.”
Late nights and phone calls
a room a world in its own
align the inquiring youth
to zero - gravity possibilities;
and the internet's wide window
on the brave new world brings
a free spirit serenading love.
The parents ask, “what is this?”
“Mind your own business.”
They wait with love
and prayers for the child
to wake up and say
something more filial.
Will the precious son,
jailed for illegal drugs,
growl to the parents visiting,
“Mind your own business?”
Could dearest daughter, giving birth
to an accidental child
in unmentionable shame,
point to someone and say,
“That is the baby’s father?”
or still shout at her chaste mother,
“Mind your own business?.”
Categories:
unmentionable, childrenworld, parents, parents, drug,
Form:
Narrative
I sat,
Silently watching a spider crawl up the pristine white wall,
Wondering where it had come from,
Wondering where it was going.
The straps from the straight jacket were chafing my neck;
My hands were not free to relieve the discomfort.
Where, exactly, was the light source in this room coming from?
And, why did I not cast any shadow?
Where was that spider going?
The annoying humming of some unseen electrical device was driving me mad.
I smiled at the irony in that thought.
The unseen electrical device was probably the hidden camera by which those who already thought me mad were watching me;
Watching me watching the spider with nowhere to go.
The madness was not in the acts I took to end his life;
The madness was in enduring the pain he inflicted for so long before doing so.
Now,
In a padded cell,
Forced to hug myself by a tightly strapped straight jacket,
Unable to move,
Unable to relieve the discomfort against my neck,
Unable to smash that damn spider,
I am free.
Free of everything, it seems, but irony.
Go ahead little spider and crawl up that wall,
There are no cracks from which to escape,
There are no flies to be caught,
And there are no monsters to force you to do unmentionable things.
We are safe in their prison, free of his.
I am not sure when I realized that I was actually the source of that annoying humming;
Perhaps it was when the cell door flung open and smashed the spider against the wall.
Categories:
unmentionable, life, mystery,
Form:
Free verse
Lucy Loose was a wench unconventional
well known for doing things nonsensical.
She made a public scene
with frisky Billy Breen.
When she up and did the unmentionable.
Categories:
unmentionable, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Crystalline dreams
come rushing
on glitters of sensation
in her blood…
this pure night changed
into a dizzy maze ,
a heady ride on the gush
of awakened illusion
through wheels swinging
a studded jaunt,
as the fog in her mind
begins to wander
into unmentionable thrills
of psychedelic blur,
wrapped in a magical time
like a voodoo- girl
unknown by any blink
of dire fantasy
.................
Lewis Raynes’ That Colorful Drug Contest
6/2/2016
*cocaine is referred to as 'crystalline' alkaloid stimulant
* ecstasy is a drug containing hallucinogens
which includes cocaine
Categories:
unmentionable, addiction, drug,
Form:
Free verse
my anxiety is like a straightjacket
i'm desperately moving against the restraints
but the longer and harder i resist
the weaker i become
and my anxiety is like a roadmap
taking me to the darkest parts of myself
and i can see that these thoughts and fears of mine are irrational
but my anxiety makes them rational
and my anxiety is an addictive drug
on my worse days i can feel it pumping through my veins
and spilling out of every single cell in my body
my heartbeat is the bass drum making my ears bleed
and my fingertips are twitching
and itching for release
my anxiety is a cage
and i can see everyone around me
living and laughing and loving
my eyes are stuck on him and her
and i know it means nothing
but on my worse days it means everything
my anxiety is a toxic relationship
because when it's around i cannot truly live
and when it's gone a piece of me goes with it
on those worse days my hands are clenched and wringing
desperately attempting to push these feelings out of me
and my arms are shaking with the added pressure of
don't let them see
don't let them know
my anxiety is one of those unmentionable things
one of those infinite things that makes me
and breaks me
-interminable
Categories:
unmentionable, anxiety, dark, mental illness,
Form:
Free verse
"Descendent of Eve"
by: Eric L. Boddie
As she walked through the door, I recall a shortness of breath
My heartbeat fluttered, my palms moistened, my mind drew a blank, but no pain was felt
My mouth became dry, and my eyes and ears became lost in her motion
And with only a glance, the sway of her hips became the muse for my every notion
After closer examination, sweat, in the form of a single drip
Made its way down my forehead as the glass approached her lips
Then, the rumbling of my stomach, the butterflies were on the move
Because my eyes had never touched legs that appeared to be oh so smooth
I wanted to get up, but I could hear the buckling of my knees
And the unmentionable, it was like what happens to water if you let it freeze
Now that was many years ago, but like yesterday is what it seems
Because ever since that moment, she has been featured in all of my dreams
To her sight, I have become addicted, that's the strongest word I can think of
For me, it only took a glance, and I, instantly, fell in Love
I Love her hair, I Love her toes, don't get me started on the things in between
She is God's Greatest Creation, next to Him, her being reigns supreme
And now that I'm a man, on her curves, I am still dependent
That's the only way I can explain my jealousy of the infant
Addiction, desire, infatuation or lust, you can call it whatever you believe
But I would go crazy without her, I'm in Love with the descendent of Eve
Categories:
unmentionable, beauty, inspiration, passion, philosophy,
Form:
Ballad
PEELING THE VIOLIN
. . . . ~ ~ ~ . . . .
~ swerving along its waxed wood
rapturous strains sweep alto mood
bow’s strings peeling my plight…
in the unmentionable softness of moonlight.
holding its hips to warm the cure
scales of moans vibrating satin pure
a glide to and fro connects pitches right…
in the sweet tender softness of moonlight.
and my world of solace will sustain
tunes whispering gladness and pain
the voice of God enters my fiddling night…
in the unmentionable softness of moonlight. ~
For Briand Strand--- 2011 Posted Poems 14 Line
By nette onclaud ( missed entering this for previous Max 14 Lines contest)
Categories:
unmentionable, music, uplifting
Form:
Kyrielle
Tapped percussion dribbles a wham,rushing
on quivers of sensation through my blood,
when duskfall changes its beat to jazz
a dizzy ride in gush of night, I roll.
Notes throbbing a cadence along blues' mood
as velvet of skin begins to open,
unmentionable thrills of breath unwind
claimed by music so raw, wild hips sashay.
Hands unfurl in a lift of tempo's rise;
while my body gyrates in free motion
like rippling fire, I can't stop toes ablaze
and the circle of groove jives on to reel.
Oh, just one more grasp of this revelry
while conga drums beg for another dance
inhaling euphoric whim, life's vein
where pulses burst as dawn's moments arrive!
......................
Mood Music with Original Details Contest
Sponsor: Sheri F. Harper
by nette onclaud
Categories:
unmentionable, joy, magic, music, sound,
Form:
Free verse
He was grizzled, intimidating, the original Viking all in black.
We were fearful, tearful, he was frightened us. We felt lack.
Is he a Viking? A Trojan? A Greek? A devil not clearly seen?
We did not know, so we reported this stranger to our darling queen.
Our queen was not afraid of anything, we had seen this before.
She summoned him to court, but he disappeared, gone forevermore.
We pondered this stranger with blue eyes the rest of our life.
He was a battle of one, scaring us soundly. We all felt the strife.
He was Celtic, a pagan, a man with battle and death on his mind.
He was horrible, a meanie, nothing like our loving sweet kind.
Some said his name was unmentionable, so they would never tell.
One thing for sure, this curious stranger was straight out of hell.
The story of him grew until it could not be contained, alive in the air.
He killed with his bare hands. His ebony coats were made of a bear.
He was a hermit, a rounder, a sounder, a man to be avoided and feared.
We love the stories of him. They are camp fire songs too, many endeared.
Categories:
unmentionable, myth,
Form:
Rhyme