Foul Poems - Poems about Foul

Love is foul nor fragrant

A rare crescent when comes to be,
Moon’s silver so scant comes to be.

No fragrance from some comes to be,
From some a foul scent comes to be.

No use digging into the past,
The same old repent comes to be.  

Break mirrors nor try to look in,  
Image nigh but bent comes to be.

If ye look

Why Use Foul Language

Are nasty words used to express emotions to a heighten degree
Am i suppose to understand you any more than you understand me
Vocabulary words isn't hard to learn and to use
I can use words that aren't so nasty and still blow a fuse
Stand up comedy isn't the same due to foul language
When it comes to being

foul lair

dog and I sit in the lair
we ate chili, foul odor in the air
both of us gamey, but we don’t care
this cave is foul, just ask the bear

Foul Play

The year is ending
Let it gently close
The feeling of defeat and loss
Violently expand and implode
The true nature of people
Finally exposed
The power of deception
That with damage explode
The fears of what’s coming
By day they grow
The disbelief in reality
And what we really know
The judgement of God
Does this event show
Where will this leave us
Where violent winds blow
Is it too

Secret Life

Secret life

A secret existence, you don’t know who he is
You see him, but you don’t know his dark side

Yeah, it looks like he is a simple man. Evil life
Sure, he can not be a saint, wrong people created

Created him, malicious people. But he is good
Doesn’t want anything bad, just live and feel

But the selfish lives

Foul Bats

Nosy minds in fall of night 
Like foul bats envying the light 
They're like fool dogs barking till dawn 
Finding some dirt in other's lawn 

They're all like puppets in a play 
They are like some toys made of clay 
Stupid idiots who know nothing 
Pulling others is their only thing 

I still wonder if

Your Mouth Is Foul

I;m not buying what you sell
Because I can already tell
Everything you say to me
Isn't truthful, can't you see
The interest's no longer there
You're talking but I don't hear
Any words my ears are blocking
As the seconds are tick tocking
Turning into tortured minutes
Waiting for your mouth to finish
All the lies your tryna cover
Turning me into a lover
That you'll

MURDER MOST FOUL

There was a certain dread in the air
Like something ominous was ahead,
The building started to tremble,
It seemed impossible, a mental
Numbness gripped the people, 
A disbelief, so morbid, 
As a plane crashed through the upper floors,
Terrifying, just imagine, 
It was as if the grim reaper had come, so horrid,
The plane exploded inside the tower
Like a bullet,

I Didn'T Know That

"I Didn't Know That" 

I didn’t know that 
A Be couldn’t sting
Or that a Bee was not a B.
I’m confused.

I didn’t know that
I should No better
Or that Know was not a No.
I’m confused.

I didn’t know that 
A Bare lived in a forest
Or that she was Bear Butt Naked.
I’m confused.

I didn’t know that
A Foul was not

A Foul Wind

A foul wind
       blows across our flag
                                ….from both directions

A Foul Wind

After three big bowls of chili
I could sense impending doom
When I released the rancid air
I was forced to leave the room

This may have cost me all my friends
And I feel just like a clown
My final epitaph should read
A foul wind had brought him down

Foul Undercurrent - Poopy Poem Warning

An Olympic swimmer named Pete
Is disqualified – when caught as a cheat
He propelled through the water
Much faster than he aughta
It’s down to the food he would eat

Before each race he eats sprout curry
Then enters the pool in a hurry
He farts during each length
Stench increases in strength
So other swimmers have to scurry

Pete farted but then ‘follows

The Foul Mouthed

Foul mouthed he was,foul mouthed he was called,
A beast with words,an obsession he wards,
South is his tone,without a fear to his baritone,
A grave his tongue digs,for him he'll only sink.

Wanted For the Foul Murder of Santa Claus

I am not applying for Santa's job
It is lies that's coming from Mr Floods gob
But there's drone footage as proof 
Terry pushed him off the roof
And a large sack with bricks in he did lob.

Theres a warrant out for Terry Flood
All the kids in the world want his blood 
His evil scheming will fail
There's a

Weather Most Foul

Low rumbling in the distance
Like an angry old dog’s growl,
In storm language the cadence
Portends weather most foul.

Not a mid-summer downpour,
Rain sorely needed for crops
Like we’ve never seen before,
Wreaking havoc before it stops.

A monsoon of monstrous force
Causing creek-beds to overflow
Washing towns away, of course
Flash floods, destruction below.

As quickly the storm passes by,
Cleansed of anger, sky is

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