Long Cheater Poems
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wife beater
cheater
a man whom commits domestic violence
against his spouse
or long term female partner in house
Physical abuse by husband or male companion No good cheater
Extreme jealousy
Possessiveness unpredictability
spiting hitting baggy pants
lying cheating man
prideful, denying
bounties full of dissentient
misogynist terrorist
hypocrite demonic
Wide brim hat sugar daddy
a spoiled mama's boy anti-feminist
a man whose prejudiced against women
strongly despises and dislikes
a rolling stone, leaving no address he rome
cheater
wife beater
11/13/23
For No 1257 New Poem Only Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
I love a person
with a nice smile.
I hate people
who are hostile?
I love when people
tell the truth.
I hate when people
are uncouth.
I love people who look out
for the underdog.
I hate people with
A rehearsed dialogue.
I love all the
beautiful ladies.
I hate the
God, Hades.
I love a word
From the wise,
I hate dirty
little lies.
I love all
walks of life.
I hate
my ex-wife.
I love all
the animals.
I hate all
the scandals.
I love my family.
and friends.
I hate people
who pretend?
I love life a
little sweeter.
I hate liars
and a cheater.
I love vanilla
ice cream.
I hate nightmares
in my dream.
I love to
dance.
I hate to
pay in advance.
Turbo1904 ?
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 through’
The swimming pool turned green with pooh
Bubbles of foul gas
Still stream from his ass
Caught cheating the air turns quite blue
Much to cheater Peter’s chagrin
His speedo’s can’t hold the poop in
Pete’s now banned from all pools
For breaking all the rules
Thus proving cheaters cannot win
06/18/23
A cheater is a liar,
and with time more skills he acquires...
any woman would fulfill his desires,
if she doesn't care
whom he loves when his heart cries.
An unscrupulous lover does
is ignite more fire and open a wound...
until he burns and needs cool lips
to soothe what has consumed
with a hunger not easily satisfied.
A cheater is a liar indeed,
and he promises a hundred roses
by plucking their thorns,
so that no heart will bleed...
when it discovers his secret.
Love someone you can fully trust,
search for hints to avoid the worst;
getting hurt once is enough,
listen to the tone of his voice...
see the uneasiness in those eyes.
A cheater is a liar,
who hands you the key to Paradise,
and he constantly smiles to hide many lies;
if he showers you with too little kisses...
somebody outhere arises his desire.
I couldn't see myself in his clothes,
or even walk in his straying shoes...
many more despised looks I will resent
for being so uncaring and unfaithful
to whom I should prove my intent.
A cheater is a liar,
when he takes off his shirt smelling of perfume,
jumping in the shower to get rid of evidence...
fearing the harshness of a sentence;
oh, he even forgets to comb he dishevelled hair!
Is it for real worse or for better?
Left her naked with a white letter
Did he just regret when they had love?
This is so bad coz’ she’s just in love.
He sweetly said that he loves her much
Gentle kisses and sensual chill touch
She wanted him till crow turns to white
Left her in room without purest light.
Is it for real worse or for better?
It’s odd coz' they’re never together
Did he just feel the same way she feels?
I don’t know that it’s such a big deal!
Why she can’t get any good lesson?
Just in love for one stupid reason
Hope that she’ll find the finely one
Man won’t deceive him like perfect one.
like scene in an old cinema
they expect me to let down my guard
to let my fort infiltrate by their soldiers
and execute me like a witch on the holy ground
and if i found someone to count stars with
then i'm to be crushed by your stones?
if i stand up for my belief
if i stand up against a liar
if i stand up against a cheater
if i seek explanation from him
to clear the gray haze that he brought upon me
they imposed the title of "mad woman" upon me
colors are a merry mirage
i speak words true in this hearing before you
sky color is not permanent
leaves color is not permanent
your pink painted sky turned gray again
and leaves green lost their color in fall
She sits across
The dinner table
Watching as her husband
Slowly eats the dinner
She had prepared him
For hours
There’s not even a
Thank you
Escape from his mouth
She mentions the name
Ruth
And watches as he chokes
On his dinner
Gulps down nearby water
So he doesn’t choke to death
Late at night
He attempts to reassure
His wife that
Ruth and him are friends
And nothing more
Yet his late night texting
Raises her suspicion
She lives in denial
For a little while
Then begins to
Regret
She’d ever married him
While she lays in bed
And worries
He’s filled with carelessness
Closes his eyes
And
Dreams about Ruth
I should do good to those who do good to me...
I see...but, I can't recall...remember me, that's my only plea
Brilliant and clever I still am till this very day
You are my everything…my yesterday
And you were my tomorrow
Until you reduced me to sorrow
By kissing him right in front of me
He doesn’t deserve my handshakes…my friendship…
I must, oooooh, I must get a grip…
I will punch the living daylights out of him if I haven’t had self-control…
I would look the other way…I look so dumb on my insane-looking stroll
I am, um, on this bridge…
Awaiting your message…
We wrote one too many letters…
And I mailed it at the Post Office…
But that was a while back
I am square…love me again if you dare…
Damn you…just a gray hair…
Living life in a fog for the rest of my life
Has its ups and downs
I live with utter strife and helplessness cuts me like a knife…
But, I never receive such frowns
I…am…good…enough…
I may be rough on me, myself and I
But, I am an independent man…
Wishing I was a teenager again…
Yearning for those days
That slip my mind…
How time flies…
My past friends left me behind…
Advice, like lice, went one ear and out the other…
I had a crush on your hi’s…
And I loathe your goodbyes…
You were just a player…
A cheater…you are an abuser…
Sorry for being an accuser…
I was just a grumpy old man anyways…
My mind strays and I am having my ways…
With you, whether you like it or not…
I’m still confident
I’m on fleek on beat…
You mean so much to me…I paid you off like monthly rent
But, I want to own you…come, take a seat…
Next to me, for I am lonely…
I crack my bones and my alzeimers…is getting passed around
Demons have a way to make me lose my mind…
I am feeling gravity-bound…I met this one girl when I was 17…
Reminisce
By Franklin Price
06/02/2022
I look back today and reminisce
Of sixty-nine and our first kiss
It was your birthday twenty-one
In celebration, just for fun
We partied at the old La Scene
The dance floor flashing red and green
Our friends, all worked at KSC
Including, you guessed it, you and me
I asked if you would like to dance
No thoughts of love or just romance
No idea for my mind to roam
You had an infant child at home
I'd just returned, been off to war
Newly divorced, back on the floor
You then, were married, to another
A lying cheater, not some other
It was a slow song, I held you tight
Somehow, some way, it felt so right
At the end, I dipped you south
And kissed you squarely on the mouth
There were no tongues to interfere
And then I whispered in your ear
Happy Birthday twenty-one
This dance, with you, was so much fun
When that party night did end
Had no idea, I'd kissed, my life's best friend
That by November, we'd be as one
I'd be with you, 'til life was done
The season Spring, when we first met
That first kiss, I'll not forget
Nor can forget your cheating spouse
Who led to love within our house
Was fifty-three long years ago
No better life, I'd ever know
You passed this year, tears came like rain
I would gladly do it all again
My search for the true one
ends right here wondering,
" Which heart is really gold? "
I've fallen in love with the wrong one,
I've given in too fast, not feeling the bond:
a wrong choice is a regret little comforting!
Oh, which heart is really gold?
Can it be yours so empty and greedy?
Will someone come along and unfold
the secret letters I read in bed
anytime you sleep and ignore me, honey:
her lovely face appears, it's such a joy!
Ah, I fall asleep when you wake up and leave;
there's plenty of time to cheat and chat!
I could be that cheater and hide everything,
put on a smiling face not so convincing:
am I a person who has intention to deceive?
Can you be trusted, surrender to love and wait?