Dirtiness Poems | Examples

A Shower of Dirtiness

Getting clean in a hot shower
Gives you a smell like a flower
Pretty and fragrant like a a rose
From your head down to your toes
But when you are really flirty
I don't feel clean--just dirty
Steaming up the glass door
Clothes are scattered on the floor
Soaping up its slippery
Falling for your trickery
To join you in this fun game
This hot waters like a flame
Pulsating on us strong and steady
Until we both are ready
To get warm and really cozy
Under blankets--cheeks so rosy
From the hotness we just shared
Not one ounce of love was spared
As we got dirty in the action
Leading to desired passion

Dearest Hot Shower

My dearest hot shower
You mean the world to me
You cleanse both body and mind
Always wake me up when sleepy

You warm and soothe my aching bones
At times wash away my tears
You let me sing my heart out
Without hands over ears

In times of sickness 
Your warmth helps heal
In times of sorrow
A warm cuddle l feel

When grubby from a days hard work
Or salty from the sea
You take the situation in hand
Washing the dirtiness from me

When l am freezing cold and reluctant
To come and visit you 
You continually beckon me
Until l see your point of view

You make me feel clean and fresh
Comforted and renewed
I love and need you in my life
Dearest hot shower….I could never live without you!!

Go Down 2 Tha Creek N Wash Them Hanzs-

Bac N tha day
Grand gran M would say
Boy B for y'all sit down
Better wash em hands
Go down to the creek N way them hanzs
Wash them hands O Lord
I need two wash me hands
Need ta eat that manna my God provide
Grand N would say wash them hand b four you eat
B four you pray let your hands and mouth b cleansed
Do not let no dirtiness come out them lips
And keep them hands also clean b four you eat
Yeah, I know the water at the creek
It's dirty water
But we ain' t got no faucet or running water
Gone down to the creek in wash them hanzs
Come on back quick so y'all got yo bacon, eggs and grits
Boy, did ya also wash yo face
So great gran pa lead us N prayer
He said let us all close our eyes now
Fold them hanzs N say aloud
Now
Thank you Father God fer tha food b four us
Thank N Father God fer tha food we have Amen



4/5/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021

Resurrection of Paulus

Timothy, I've risen 
Out of death prison 
Out of darkness 
I was chained 

Tied down and beheaded 
Decapitated 
I've risen and grew
Away I flew 

I was enchained 
Restrained
I suffered 
On a perfect grade

Endured 
Forbeared
Stomached
Afflictions 

Sadness
Grief distress 
Accepted 
Fullness dirtiness

Love's capable and powerful
Good invaluable treasure
Untreated, Integer
I'm word of love now

I reign with love now 
Royal - no wicked doubtful broken
Unscrupulous failed perverse mind
I have a clean conscience 

I thank love 
which I worship 
Due to love
I stand and do not slip

Timothy, I've risen!

You and I

let us richly grow the word
deep in the hearts of the world
our being the ripened seed of seen
planted in wide acceptance therein
to bloom the one, his come and call
in fruitful yields he longs of all
not microphones tilling tares across
of sundays' spill in sows of dross
much sowing, much growing, what is to see?
dread dirtiness in laughs of hurt mockery
so, let's sow ourselves true of the word
and what true change come upon the world

Our Homeland

OUR HOMELAND


We cross the waters of 
Our great big homelands
With the beauty of the rocks
To the trees and the seas

Together joined as one 
Nation we can do what 
Is right and give a helping
Hand and to understand

Our earth is our home
We all should do our part
To keep from the dirtiness 
And from falling apart

So people of the world
Please don’t run and hide
Help our homelands keep
Clean while showing pride 

copywrited@ 2016

The He-Goat

He smells here and there like the politicians,
He is as stupid as the looters of our lilies pride.
Where ever he goes, people knows he has entered
Because of his fart which smell like the politicians lies.
A politician in the animal kingdom, a tyrant to humans.
His black colour depict the darkest part of the politician' hearts and his brown body represent their enviness.
Once they fart, every masses become insane and dance to their lies.
Liars they are, waiting to devour the righeousness of the ignorant public.
Dirty game they play as the He Goat swell around in dirtiness.!
Who has seen the He-Goat and have not seen the politician?!
Who has seen the politicians and have not seen the He-Goat in his crazy form?
Politi-Goat, Goatician! Goatician, Politi-Goat!!
 Politicians have no morals as the He Goat has none.

I Had My First Love Here

I was born here; 
Here I had my first thirst of milk,
Here I had the first knock on my head,
Mother kissed me here and sucked out
The mucus from my nose here with out
Inviting a second eyes to see my dirtiness.
I had my first love here under this Ugba tree;
He cuddled my breast and thrust them into his bosom
Here under this Ugba tree,
I had my first love!
I had my first love here!!
I had my first kiss here,
To those little ones who died before me, nature has its choice to make.
To those little ones that didn't see love; love came to me at two.
You rousy beam of haggered lousiness,
Belittle me not in here;
For I'm now a bigun in the southern necropolis.
Me and I was against the western,
For we want no cucumber to grow on our belly,
And yam with yam tubers from our anus.
We want no worm to disturb our peaceful sleep.
Our ears should forever listen to the 
tone of Barokar!
Indistinct clatter from afar,
When the air whirl and talk like humans.
When we gossip with the loneliness of then,
And our breathe plays in the three times two feet of the silent den.
Here me and I had our first love under that Ugba tree.

Selfish and Self-Centered

Why people are selfish,
why people are stylish,

Why they are on high tower,
Is that because of useless power,

Whenever their mind is gonna be wash,
They usually interrupt and say Gosh!

Dirtiness has stuck on their minds in big chain,
whom high power detergents could also n't strain.

A Woman's Work

A woman’s work

A woman’s work is never done 
At times it really is no fun
Washing, ironing, all those chores!
Then it’s down to washing floors

My day will start at nine o clock
And then I’ll hardly ever stop
Until my home is clean again
Dirtiness drives me insane

Soon it’s time to cook the tea
Oh boy I’m such a busy bee
I wish sometimes folk did not eat
So I can rest from aching feet

I accept these chores though, with much ease
Like a bird flies in the trees
A woman has to do her chores
And this will be forever more

8 May 2014 @ 1330hrs.

A Shower of Dirtiness

Getting clean in a hot shower
Gives you a smell like a flower
Pretty and fragrant like a a rose
From your head down to your toes
But when you are really flirty
I don't feel clean--just dirty
Steaming up the glass door
Clothes are scattered on the floor
Soaping up its slippery
Falling for your trickery
To join you in this fun game
This hot waters like a flame
Pulsating on us strong and steady
Until we both are ready
To get warm and really cozy
Under blankets--cheeks so rosy
From the hotness we just shared
Not one ounce of love was spared
As we got dirty in the action
Leading to desired passion

Queens With Long Velvet Hair

Queens with long velvet hair
hear them scream in a twilight
as their hearts torn from their chests,
left to rot in a place that the Devil would never go near
and God looks down and nothing happens,
those once beautiful Queens with long velvet hair
lay prone in filth and dirtiness
of what love left for them.

.2.15.2014.

River Jordan

Everyday I wake, I bathe in the river Jordan: taking with me the dirtiness from the yesterdays. Repeating the same sins, that were never washed clean. Reenacting the past and all its ways.

Red-Ready

I’ve hidden behind dumpsters, in alleys,
And under the schoolhouse steps 
But Mr. Ted always finds me
And puts his hands up my dress,
While squeeze-squeezing my breasts

I would tell, but I want to live
And I’m afraid Sue Ellen’s dead
He used to give her his “gift”
Before he took me instead
And made me lick-lick his head

As I get older I’m pushing blades
Into my scarred up wrist
Somehow it makes the reality fade -
Cleanse- cleansing the dirtiness
Of his eyes, his words, his fists…

With a little more bleeding, I could be free
And sailing towards the sky
Never to see or feel his need
Poke-poking me against my thigh -
Thighs of steel are a lie

Would anyone miss me if I died?
Would anyone care besides Ted?
Would Mommy finally acknowledge the lies
Bleed-bleeding the water bright red? 
Or would she again, bury her head?  


7/19/12

Letting Go

Lisa Hiatt ~Dark Poetess
Contest Name	Letting go

Letting go

Letting go of momma at the breast,
Says “eat your corn meat fritters , pest.”     (fried scone)
Stagger  lonesome off to school,
teacher says I’m such a fool,
guess he knows the best?

Leaving home, all strangers, blest,
Living in me car, sort of, homeless,
Army got me, jerked me in,
Lots of shouting, Sergeant grim,

Offered to punch out the pest,
Straight left right cross, duck the rest,
Rolling in the dirtiness,
Sprang up shadow sparring, yes,
Peeling taters for a rest. 

Mortuary, on the chilly side ,
Cool enough on me bloody hide,
Died of old-age-suicide,
Perhaps I’ll go back west:)

Don Johnson

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