Best Wot Poems
hey buddy, I have to tell you,
you stink just like rat pooh!
raw effluent smells so much better!
I wear a gas mask so I can breathe around you,
to say your dirty would be complementary,
I hear you work in a mortuary,
ain't that where all the dead heads hang out?
you, your head, you nutter!
get back to where you belong, back in de gutter!
did I use to call you bro?
a mistake, now I know!
I need fresh air gotta go!
before I do I bought you a bar of soap,
no, not to eat man, you on dope?
a word you do not know, 'wash'
now, now don't get violent put away that cosh!
go have a bath, with the soap use wire wool,
might stop you looking dull.
if you struggle, go get your brother,
no, not me, I'm no your bro,
a few lines back, I told you so.
right now I have to git,
when I get back I'll probably find that you have shrunk.
that's if you managed to shift ten years of gunk!
In case you do, I'll bring a shovel, cos ain't that wot you do best?
shovelling pooh, ten years of mess,
and the rest!
catch yuh later,
got to go going to meet your sister!
05/17/18
8 Mile Style Poetry Contest sponsored by Nick Trim
Categories:
wot, rap,
Form:
Rhyme
In Oxford and Cambridge, they can get jolly batey
‘cos they don’t speak proper wot like I do matey
Categories:
wot, class, culture, humorous, language,
Form:
Couplet
Some sez m a loss caz, I contain ta many flaz
Just becaz m not subjec to ya lawz.
Lizen t ma speech, m hear ta preach
Ma wordz, well byond ya reach
Wot ya hearan iz more than a screech
U tink ya to impotant ta learn wat I teach
Wizdom byond the gatz o ya mind
I iz preachn to da dumb n blind
Pearlz to swine, insted on slop ya dined
I keep movin foward ya left bahind
U trip ova words in purfect oda
Mine aint purfect I liv beyond ya borda
Not subject ta ya stupid odaz
I dance along ma own coridorz
So step back, dis iz ma time
I blast ya wit ma ryme
I aint lispin m doin dubba time
Drink ma down m smoooth like wine
Ya take ya shot, ya tink ya cool
Betta not ta speak, n reveal yar fool
Ya wrdz in a puddle a stagnate pool
Comn off ya face a string a drool
M gone in a flash ya cuud not seize
I mo powerful then a breeze
Leaven ya ta do az ya pleaze
Ya coudnt seize da forest through da treeze
Verlena's Ebonics Contest.
For my friend Freddie
Some say I'm a lost cause, I contain to many flaws
Just because I'm not suject to your laws
Listen to my speach, I am here to preach
My words are well beyond your reach
What you are hearing is more than a screech
You think you're too important to learn what I teach
Wisdom beyond the gates of your mind
I am preaching to the dumb and blind
Pearls to swine, instead on slop you dined
I keep moving forward you're left behind
You trip over words in perfect order
mine aren't perfect, I live beyond your borders
Not subject to your stupid orders
I dance along my own corridors
So step back, this is my time
I blast you with my rhyme
I'm not lisping I'm doing double time
Drink me down I'm smooth like wine
You take your shot, you think your cool
Better not to speak and reveal you're a fool
Your words in a puddle a stagnant pool
Coming off of your face in a string of drool
I'm gone in a flash you could not seize
I am more powerful than a breeze
Leaving you to do as you please
You couldn't see the forest through the trees
Categories:
wot, discrimination, emotions, feelings, freedom,
Form:
Rhyme
Semblative a poet's wooer
A villain's swain
wot not?
The complex pox,a sickly
wine?
Whore,a huligan mazzle
sooner the old blue wanes
What remains?
Waggish frawn?
Sedative grief.
These trumpery looks of
stones,this vaward sob,
Prattle odds and old
slacks,quaffing soup;
how whimpish.
Seething lavander:
the vapour shroud song_
Crest twinkle like
fatties and momies_haist
Young poet.
Irish kinds
My simbling beauty.
The scented feet of
hers;Suwilangi,this line
These glamps inverted words.
humpy dot?
flamish eyes.
His slow paced emotions;
these_built on tempered motor
varlet swain
wot not?
The simple wax,no ill bed
drink.
My lady,maybe last;run now_
squeeze my breath_from my
hands take your heart.
Wisper slow
fade as smoke;his sight
these:elapsed.
Categories:
wot, art, dedication, depression,
Form:
Romanticism
Feeling fantastic, my life is a blast
Everyone here gives me joy unsurpassed
Each one I hold dear
Your love I revere
All are treasures of creativity and class
© Jack Ellison 2015
WOT??? A serious one!!!
Categories:
wot, joy,
Form:
Limerick
I wot of maifaire said the man where people sell
Upon the green where are leafy boughed trees seen
There stand thegen; reeve; and fat geese lay, there
People do sport and horses neigh
Just follow down the earthen track
you will see it where
the colored buntings flap.'
Wow so this is Mayfair the tourist said, place of
Bustle place of style, of well paved streets place
Of happening and moment , Its great to see the glitz and glitter the glazed iced Cakes and Impersonal titter; the endless roar of fervid hordes
Here is everything man adores.' Its so fullfillng
Its really grand to think I stand on such august
a spot just an Iowa man.'
I'm already feeling the culture seep in, I'll return
Home more like Milton I can feel it in my skin.'
In the service yord of a Mayfair hotel people huddle
Homless almost hopeless craving warmth they lay
Under slate or skies of blue its all the same
The pavement is hard whatever the weather they find
Five years you must live near; around or a place
Will not be yours 'never mind' it was David Cameron
Who gifted them so, and it was not expensive I have
Been informed tis a most baneful woe'
Categories:
wot, adventure, allusion, england,
Form:
Rhyme
Your first gaze at me, pierced me through my
heart,
This strange feeling flew at me like a dart.
You said hello, and I replied,
Than you gave me a hug and I felt like my
everything bad just died.
Than you left me for some time and kept my
heart warm wot you smile,
It was so beautiful it had me run a mile.
I was very shy but I fought through it,
Than you asked me to see you, and Thats when
I finely knew it.
You laid between me as if you were meant to
be,
And than your angel cheek rubbed against me,
and my soul felt it was free.
On our way home I was thinking allot, and I
found out that I like you to much,
But this next visit will all depend on your next
touch.
Categories:
wot, angel
Form:
Lyric
Sports or Church?
I’d take sports over church any day,
Play sports to my hearts content,
I would never go out of my way,
From the body or people to repent.
I was asked about it by James,
Then by my parents, “[wot u think?]”
So i said straight i liked games,
With them i was not on the brink.
Secularism is physical, god’s not,
And atheism implies real life,
Where people matter and are hot,
So atheism must be the wife.
Categories:
wot, body, god, religion, smart,
Form:
Quatrain
Old are they; those fables
Green they seemed so idle,
murrain of theirs still but
stand.
Odd how all of us prattle
Lads indeed we still are
longing hearty; throstles
songs sang_we all are.
Old; we wot these birds
their silent screams,
their feathers whim;
Nwunwani ya malena
oh swain to boyish manner.
Odd these tricks;futile
that laugh; humor felt
fainly graft; lusty marks
brat indistinct;two of these.
Old indeed friends many,
lunatics, lovers, poets;
to me:days where fine
the faces, the smiles;
the best_my closest: my mother.
Odd_history of man's fall
from glory; temporal but
lowly, to the swam of folks
indulged in folksy fables
and wind drought eagles.
Old the age of time,
if he were to count her down
feast_lamps shone_indwelling clans;
of rocks as bread and
lands as fields of gold.
Odd these slippers_my
lullaby, the gentle embrace
of firm support and fashionable
hey, hello; nice shoes,
intrigue in loops.
Old my looney_little mate
from lands only of myth,
imagined places: those
created films_my pixel pinky.
Odd my interest in single
females,of simple yarn and
lowly glory that's too fragile for;
lollipops_kisses and pecks like
v award winds.
Old these melodies of Bome_yes
bome; these loving tides of
beautiful countenance rose
as roses at noonday;as
waves at water pools.
Odd these Irish boys of Ireland_
Scottish accents in American films
faked acts of Hitler in short pants,
Black dark doves; the purity of beauty
Africa.
Old yes odd these remarkable words:
these watery lines_the days.
Categories:
wot, dedication, journey, life, ,
Form:
Ode
Is trust an emotion?
I pause jus for a moment hopin to
ponder
abt how ths elephant got to sitin
on ma
shoulder
im supposed to b a soldier bt ths
comotion in ma mind seems to
threaten my exposure
wonder how it became a secret,
that i
was jus flesh and bone
just a man
cast some darknes on ma paper so i
cn c ths world is bizzare the light is
blinding
me
the ones i claim my own cannot
bare the
site of me
and ths is all because of me, but
who is
me? Faults and mistakes
superimposd often
look the same
but mistakes only become wat they
r
once atempted
nuthing ventured nuthng gained
nuthin ventured nuthng lost so y
shld i apologize?
When attempts u expect of me give
birth
to my mistakes
i have failed, i have been victorious
what then defines the man i am?
The moments i overcame? Or the
mistakes that came and stayed to
remind me
to b wiser o die
bt death aint alway when u stop
breathn.
Sumitmes its just wen ur life loses
meanin wen u lose what at the
time seemd to b
ur reason 4 breathn..
In dat very moment, even 4 an
instance,
u r dead...
bt i go bek to the question
is trust an emotion.? Trust is takin
a leap, a giant 1, neva
pausin to blink.
Even wen u knw that the fal is wot
envitably cums next,.
trust is holdin ur breath til ur lungs
burn... Hopin.... N hop is all dat
saves us
we fal in slow motion creatin da
illusion
dat mayb....
n jus mayb we cn fly,.
Bt ofcourse we cnt,
cyclic story always ends wit a bg
thud, as da knight trades hs shining
armor for a
stockin mask he becums the thug...
And da princess takes a bow, her
interest
was al a pretence..
So no, trust is nt an emotion its a
choice...
Its a risk, calculated o nt dat we
willingly take..
We cnt live behind a glas window
lest da
world myt hurt us....
Coz pain is always beta than the
emptines of nuthn...
Ths our love myt hurt sum day.. Bt
its beautiful today
nw knwin al this.. A simple
question i
must enquire..
Do u trust me?
Categories:
wot, lovetrust,
Form:
Login’s For Me, Me, Me!
Some carers are shite, debasing and all that, not fit,
Because just when I’m speeding to end my session,
When they’ve come in on another patronising visit,
They come over, bend down and adjust their vision.
So I growl in a low voice “Wot?” and they even proceed,
To say “What are you doing?”, so I cover up the screen,
With my fist, glance to the kitchen, sit up and concede,
“Nothing,” then they recede back to where they’ve been.
I change my login each time a new carer starts,
‘Cos they peer, peer, peer at my action of entering,
The numbers, and don’t seem to understand their quarts,
Are not intelligent, that they are myself outmanoeuvring.
I can only change my passcode a certain few times,
Since I am not Kevin on Eggheads so only remember,
A handful of historical events for password recall oftimes,
And that memory efforts are not for my times of slumber.
It’s different if I’m playing a game, that’s communal,
High scores are topical and cheats are conversation,
But I never play, and even if I did, that’s personal,
‘Cos I’m not as quick anymore, feel like a station!
Categories:
wot, angst, caregiving, computer, discrimination,
Form:
Quatrain
There is impurity every where
Nobody just loves to care
The government is playing all dare n dare
Why don't they care
Why don't they care
Can't they see the Flaming air
The burning hearts r filled with tears
Oh that's so sad that they can't share
Their lives r filled with abundance of sorrows
And they can't have even Happiness Borrow
Oh its true, its true wot each says
That there is impurity Every where :'(
Categories:
wot, devotion, political
Form:
Tell me friends, wot ya tink the word “antsy” means
Does it mean like somebody but with much bigger jeans
Does it refer to someone edgy
Who gets constantly all sweaty
When things get dicey do they throw tantrums and scream
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
wot, silly,
Form:
Limerick
Hey little brother,
I’m still waiting to be
served, so I thought I’d
make you a Big Mac so you can
eat my words. I know losing weight
is hard especially for you , I
guess that seafood diet your on ,
you didn’t really think it through.
Seeing food doesn’t mean you can
eat it, sort of defeats the
point, but I can understand
brother, cause you get the
munchies after a joint.
M.Mahauariki © 2012
Categories:
wot, funny,
Form:
Shape
I’m not gona get all wordy on you
I’m not gona do look at stuff and flowers on you.
I’m not gona sing in the rain and hold hands wive you
I’m not gona whisper stuff and get you fings like rings.
I’m not gona tell you wot you should take for granted
I’m not gona get all feeley and touchy and stuff.
I’m not I’m not I’m not
I sharnt I won’t and you can’t make me.
There that’s told you no woman’s gona snap or break me
I’m hard I’m tough no woman’s gona mould or shape me.
There you got your poem end of story
Show this to your friends and let them ignore me.
Get it got it feel the cold
Now along this line you should fold-------
Below this line stays below
I’ve a reputation to up hold.
Gossamer bumble bees and silken thread
Hold these thoughts inside your head.
Deep sun sinks into a bubbling sea
Bare feet in hot sand you and me.
Everything I said above
I reverse undo and do with love.
Fold again to hide the meaning
See my words to you in the Sistines ceiling.
Let no man brake asunder
What’s been sealed by Thor and bound by thunder.
You have no idea how your perfume confuses me
From the way that you walk to the way you drink herbal tea.
Now I’m sorry for getting all wordy on you
But in my confusion I didn't know what else to do.
Signed sealed and delivered with lightning
My feelings for you are so strong it’s frightening.
Categories:
wot, adventure, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, life,
Form: