Excrement Poems | Examples

High Traffic

A highly trafficked public toilet:

Leftover excrement,
tissues of tears.
Hiding from an ex,
or meeting a perfect stranger.

Throwing up nerves of steel,
collecting hand sanitizer.
Making it just one more hour,
writing initials all over the stall.

The last moment of the night,
looking at the next event flyer
under the hand dryer smiling.

Phone numbers,
hearts, and bragging rights. 
This venue has changed names,
the bathroom stayed the same.

Oh the stories it would tell.

where do I go from here

where do I go from here Jehovah. I have tried and I have not succeed. I did what you have adviced  and failed. I have followed your example and instead I am being ostracized. You have seen my affliction, and you have heard my out cries. I wobbling in a pit of excrement, and where is my rope. I have done nothing wrong again, and I am being slaugthered. You have seen the two side of the coin, and why sweet Jehovah you have not saved me. Why perlong this saga when every story has an ending. Why make bad people look righteous and good people look wicked. I have beseeched you on matters and I have groped for your advice, and I have followed them. Then where is my victory; you are Jehovah God of armies, and I have lost the war.

July 4th

Reusable coffee cup with a metal straw
My small pathetic efforts
Are covered by filth 
As fumes of rich suited bastards
cover our longings in excrement 
Snatch the medicaid from your dying Grandmother's mangled hand
To fill another yacht 
With fake breasts and Botox filled martini glasses 
The masses are happy it's July 4th
But I can only hope for change 
As Our rights are taken away 
Our only crime was being born
Without a silver spoon to pave the way

WINE WASTE-

If apple ate a pear?
And digested it, would excrementbe wine?

2/25/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©

Internal Cold War

I'm torn across axis yet to exist,
Or had once been, since been replaced,
By a sense of self and lack thereof,
When we, by they encased.

Cleavage adorned in modest terms,
Abreast as if more than one.
Still less than two, duplicitous you,
Less I divide by hegemon. 

Senses shook, a daily wage,
Of war: be both me and we?
An ancient oath neither new nor folk,
Balanced in breath and breathe.

But neath the solemn sour safety,
Of comfort feigning folly's fiction.
Forces fractured by focused fascists, 
Portent predative predilection.

Between divides by you and I,
A smaller font you'll find.
Who's letters miss the passerby,
But slip into the mind.

Conquered race and gender lines,
Further feathered along behaviors;
Soaked in Sun Tsu solar signs,
Matrimony meets our savior.

Boots worn by oceans born,
Mediterranean leather-flavor;
Curing gold from suckled horn,
Mammalian mouths may never savor. 

Viral loads in swarming codes,
Placental detriment,
Tossed up population nodes,
Waning wax and excrement.

I walked into the door,
Shut it hind before the shore;
Horus hocus pocus drawer,
Before I knew internal roar.

Good, Isn't It?

When Cheech and Chong evaluate,
they do not say, "this stuff is great."
A fly, too, expresses merriment
when landing on fresh excrement.
Using his best English diction,
he doesn't rankle, nor cause friction, 
"Allow me to say, if you permit, 
this is really good...isn't it?"

Nun-chucks

I wish they'd pray for the candidates
(as much as a farmer prays for rain)
to steer the planet from spiritual drought.

Political hacks and media yes men
magnify their human frailties and flaws.
The former wishes to divide us, to maintain power
the latter divides for ratings and clicks.
A people united would mean loss of power and revenue for the elite.
We the people, constantly caught between corruption's- collisions.

We the people still own the power 
but
have lost the belief that we still own it.

Disagree if you must but remain civil and united.
When the human excrement runs amok,
I pray to see Jesus, wielding a pair of nun-chucks.

Pity More Apt

I’m tired of people 
slinging hash
and calling it Haute Cuisine

The Emperor naked
behind the mirror
where truth still reigns supreme

Waiting for accolades
pity more apt
so they again can void

Leaving their excrement
out on display
— only the rats to enjoy 


(The New Room: March, 2024)

When Our Cat Went Meow Horn Haiku

when our cat would meow
her excrement we did view
had known when she was through

Would Meow when Through Horn Haiku

when cat went meow
her excrement we would view
knew when she was through

CHITLIN CIRCUIT-

In my feelings I’m fillings
In my splitting placement settings
Intentional pig intestines

I LAMB COVING MY LINKAGE
My beef is forced anger
So goose my way through life passages go figure
I goat what I eat what I ate aspirate danger
My by product waste excrement, temperament
 Cleanse out covered wrinkle tribe 
Neither lamb fry nor black pot 

In my feelings I’m fillings
In my splitting placement settings
Intentional pig intestines
Spiritual and Physical


~

Left over thrown away chitterling
Skins of mine intestines
Mutton never tasted spiritual under taking
I’ve been bomb basin
A jointed of veal provide
How we feel been denied
Speaks of feces yum turn inside out

In my feelings I’m fillings
In my splitting placement settings
Intentional pig intestines
Physical and Spiritual

11/12/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©

A Hi-Poo Senryu-Human Nature ---

"Crap," number 2 stool
I gotta go, discharge waste
excrement matters


10/23/23
1st Place placement in Contest
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2023
A Hi-Poo  s e n r y u   poetry contest
Sponsored by: John lawless

Never Again, Again

Who defended Jews from Nazis in WW2
     A few brave souls here and there
   Foul-smelling smoke from crematoria arose
     The masses turned aside, held their nose

   Only dirty Jews being gassed, burnt, chopped up and flayed
     Only unclean Jewish women being gang-raped by the SS night and day
   Only Jewish genitals being irradiated in sexual experiments
     Only 'Jew-dogs' ~ their essence, filth and excrement 

   Today, Islamists shout 'Allah Akhbar,' then slaughter
     Jewish grandmas, wives, babies, sons and daughters
   The West cowers, labels them 'militants,' not terrorists
     Israel, retaliate: Shoot every Hamasnik dead
                     ~ Not a single one can you afford to miss

Law and Order

Law and Order

If you wanted law and order; you would suckle on the teat of justice, not feed the people the excrement of tyranny. Justice is not justice without mercy and mercy is not mercy without justice. For no matter how merciful a punishment, it is cruel and unjust punishment to an innocent man.

By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison

The Charlie Norton School Performing Arts

At the Charlie Norton School of Performing Arts
They only taught armoured acting parts.
They had a special maintenance man
Always kept busy with his little oil can
Keeping the suits free of fleas
And all the joints moving with ease,
Especially the cunningly concealed vent
For the disposal of excrement
And the removal of noxious gasses 
Which even the refined on occasion passes.
Trying to learn lines could be hell 
When surrounded by your own trapped smell.
In the event of a dearth of suitable parts
They taught other non performing arts
Like sweeping leaves away from drains
In the event of torrential rains.
As this part of the course was free 
It didn’t carry its own degree
But for the elite chosen few 
It could be a unit of your NVQ.
The Charlie Norton School of Performing Arts
Gives your career a powered kick start

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