Disgustingly Poems | Examples

Dare at the Fair

"I can stand any ride at the fair,"
said my brother, so he took my dare.
He rode on the Comet,
and then he hurled vomit
stuck disgustingly in his date's hair.

Unwanted Thoughts

The voices.
The loud,
screaming,
noises.
The images,
The disgustingly comforting images.
I hate this.
This numbing,
suffering feeling,
I get from these thoughts.
I want it to stop.
I need it to stop.
But it won’t.
It never will.

How Does It Feel To Be A Man?

How does it feel to be a man? Let me resonate the ways.
I can't hide myself from the depression and anxiety
Not needing time where I knew nobody and their barking words
And the pain of a man goes unnoticed.
I face the tides of total silence, and I had to log off
As the password changed, and I wandered off the streets 
They took my kindness and threw it disgustingly back into my face.
It hurt me to leave but was killing me to stay.
Avoiding the times that I cried with liquor bottles on the floor
Not allowed to feel, be real, explain, express as I lose the upper hand.
Calling me pathetic, trash, weak always broke me into my knees
As the page of my story got ripped out and thrown in emotional flames
But in my honesty, a sense of hatred isn't an option
Only God helps me with my grief and healing.

Eurydice and Her Moonbeamed Tresses

Why in his presence, did her soft heart, always like  sweet 
cotton candy melt?
Orchestral songs engendered the tenderest feelings, to her 
heart, so aquamarine velvet.

Such starlit, subtle, shameless, suggestive glances!
An antennae in every way was she, inviting kaleidoscopic, 
tsunamic romances.

On the fog cradled ship, with a cape of fog, blessing her 
chiseled,moonbeam face, 
His arms enclosed her in a velveteen gold, cuddled in his
silent, starshine embrace.

Oh, poetess, penning of feelings of deep intimacy.
Your poem, will be stamped “romantic “?
A term, you loathe and find so very meaningless and worse, 
utterly curt and disgustingly pedantic!

But only a poet who knows your heart to its scarlet
inner flaming core,
Has the outstanding bravissimo to knock on your truly 
insatiable, heart’s-door! 

Dare he try his wings and wish for such magically,
exotic, sensual satisfaction?
Wrapped in those twilight, wild, moonbeamed curls 
of Eurydice’s Olympian extraction!

                              6/4/2024

Maude and Me

he might have been a felon, a freak, a frizzle wiper or a fraud.
we did not know him actually said speaker, young judgmental Maude.
he had a look about him that made me clutch my purse.
she assesses strangers quickly, treating people mean and worse.

he might have been an angel, a do-gooder, a friend, a partner, I say.
trying to uplift judgmental Maude’s mind a teensy tiny bit today.
he might have been sent by God to test you, to see how kind you are.
she gave me an eye-roll and talked about his eye patch and his scar.

Jesus might have had an eye patch and a scar, I told her then.
but the scar was an upside down cross, right across his chin.
is could have been a test I argue. Maybe you should have said hello.
She sniffed her disagreement saying “he was a disgustingly old fellow.”

Maude and I are not friends by accident or choice, but by proximity.
live next door to each other, but we have nothing on which we can agree.
her perspective is flat-out negative, because her ideas are so fringed.
I cannot hear her opinions long before my peace of mind is tinged.

Malice In Underland

I'm scared to sleep, 'cause I'll slowly creep
Deeper & deeper into a frightening world
Where Alice is Malice & Wonderland is Underland
Where your nightmares come disgustingly alive
They'll claw your skin & tangle your hair
They'll scream & chase - they'll push & race
Just to have a reason to be in your face
The disgrace you'll feel, when it becomes real
A sizzling slap in your head
The whiff of a fiery dragon's breath
There's no more solace you have left
Driftin' & dancin' - Honeymoon romancin'
A reflection of what you want to complete
A ghostly white face in the sheets
All the lights are on, but I still fall asleep
Falling, crashing, & tumbling down underneath
Understand you're falling & twisting to Underland
Petty-ness, politics, posh & peculier to me
A little girl thrashed in bloody sheets
Chasing a Cheshire Cat through the tangled trees

The Two We Knew

Young disgustingly handsome
hooked-up with youthful adorably ugly,
both happily mixed and matched 
the years away.

Sadly, disgustingly handsome
turned out
to be  genetically disposed 
to growing  a bulbous nose,
while adorably ugly
matured to a be perfect beauty.

Some said it was fate
some blamed karma
for sadly they no longer 
complimented each other.

Eventually all turned-out well;
old age came to call
no one could tell
who had made the better deal,
but by then 
no one really cared at all.

Forgotten Code of Honor and Pride

Forgotten code of honor and pride


Men where are your honor?
Where are you’re code of pride?
Where are you’re animal instincts for fighting what is yours?
Where are the days that we would rather die to protect your pride then face defeat?
Where are the days that we lived by our code and your own strength?
Instead we became mere shells of our former fore fathers

We became too weak to protect our own pride,
Too weak to stand up after a fight,
Too weak to protect our own dignity,
Too weak to stand face to face with your enemy and not attack from behind,
Weak enough to hide behind words and excuses of doing the ‘right’ thing,
How disgustingly weak we became with flesh of unnecessary emotions, cowardliness!

Stand up from the ashes of defeat!
Stand up, fight and claim what is yours’!
Stand up and claim back your honor!
Stand up and claim back your pride!
Stand up and make your fore fathers proud!

Stand up and claim back your forgotten code of honor and pride!

My Father

When my father was in a drunken stupor,
He could be a disgusting, nasty pooper
His paranoia would send him into a rage
Everyone was against him took advantage,
So he thought, while inflating his self-worth
A vain man of massive ego and matching girth
He lashed out at those who loved him most,
Of his superior qualities he would often boast.
When he was sober, he could be Mr. Milquetoast
Some said he was one of the finest men on earth
It is true, he could exhibit considerable mirth
We wondered how he could turn the page
He was, indeed, a smart man, …even a sage.
Among friends he was considered a trooper,
But he could be a disgustingly nasty pooper
When my father was in a drunken stupor.

Written March 8, 2022
[Verso-Rhyme]

#68 on List of 100 Best Poems
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April 1, 2022

Gorgeous Grass Faerie Saves Momo Mouse

Gorgeous Grass Faerie was sent to soothe the little fellow.
He was lost in the bowels of the jungle with snakes of yellow.
His sniffles were heard by elves, faeries, owls and a gnome.
He was lost, for he had wandered rather far from his home.

The first thing we need to do is give him food the faerie said.
She gathered some strawberries that were magnificently red.
She brought them to him and coaxed him into trying a bite.
He was shy, but he looked up and lost a bit of his enormous fright.

We will take care of you until your mother finds you, she said.
Do not worry, nothing will harm you. The owl will not make you dead.
The owl heard this and agreed, going back to sleep with a wink.
He never ate up baby mice, their tummies were disgustingly pink.

Momo Mouse’s magnificent mama found him about an hour later.
She had been frantic, for he had fallen off an oak tree’s open elevator.
I saw you tumbling, but I lost sight of you in the weeds, my son.
She was grateful for everything Grass Faerie and her friends had done.

I'M Not Sorry

Lipogram A – Free Verse – I’m Not Sorry

I’m not sorry
For ripping to shreds
the invented future you drew
Between the person I will never be
Plus the person you’ve forever been.

I formed by body to serve—me.
Not you. Not your love. Not 
The style in which you disgustingly beg for connection.
Me.
So I’m not sorry.

I felt nothing when you cried
Or implored me to forgo
My own mind
For the hopes I’d rescue yours. 
I’m not concerned for yours.

I hope you cry rivers until even the levees
Flood in your misery. Until I’m drowned in your
Self-pity. 
I will never be your toy.
I’m not sorry.

June 5, 2021
Lipogram (A) Contest – Emile Pinet

Canticle For the Stars

Why am I so fulfilled with love's grandeur?
        Tis a question, without a clear answer!
        Far too sane, to hunt for the perfect man.
        Nay, disgustingly to brag,I once did. 
        Indeed,the treasure of treasures, the one!
        That thou mayest neither touch nor to bed.
        Because it is true as the rising moon.
        Thou shalt not have him, not now, not yet soon.
        In a castle, is our gentle domain.
        His name.......a canticle for the stars!


                                 3/22/2021
                                    ~4~

Fear Walks the Earth

Fear walks the earth in such  farcical costumes.
Frightening our emotions, forthwith goes 
our rationality.
Those in power, shamelessly, stealing our
freedoms.
Showing their total absence of any morality.

Do not trust the media for science, empirical!
Do due diligence online!
Lest you fall for masks, vaccines and yearly
lockdowns.
Find your own knowledge, may it be magical.

The total number of dead is a twisted number, 
not true.
Yet we joyfully let politicians allow it 
to rule us.
Using the number of dead,as the ultimate,
fiendish, controller.
This poet cannot think of liberty stolen, in a fashion, 
so dishonest and disgustingly heinous! 

             


                   3/3/2021

           Quatrains...A, B, C, B

Here Ye, Here Ye

(a very old poem poem written as an adolescent)

To everyone who sees this,
They are commanded to chant
"Hinahiboaola" in the most
Gracious and humble
Manner you can 
At that present time.

That is an order from Hina
Nasroalaba Soooaoieeee
And his Royal Court.

If you decide to act on his critical command in a negative way,
You shall be thrashed with big squishy lima beans, and will be called a "Bohemian purple ostrich" by our Deedeeouieeee Royal Guards

Then you shall simply be dragged away to our dungeon
Where you can only have stale beer and grandmother's 200
Year old chocolate screaming rat pies
all day long.

Then,
At late evening,
You shall be commanded to
Disgustingly
Throw-up
Everything you were commanded to eat earlier.

If you decide to chant this royal chant
You shall be happily commanded to do
Everything I said to do if you didn't chant it
But you'll do it
Backwards,
Wit a one-legged yellow baboon
Called Booboocox.

Ordered by your 
Royal Court of Humukakaland.

Signed,
King Masabalabasooooooieeee
(King Matt for short)

Dis-Guarded-

Deeply, dangerously, 
daringly, darkly
defiantly, deadly
deftly, dumbly

disgustingly dis-guarded

10/8/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2020

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