Nastily Poems | Examples

Blamed and Shamed

 “When you’re blamed and shamed for something you didn’t do, 
remember the one who looks out for you, He knows the truth”
Long ago when I was in junior school
I was made to look a ludicrous fool
A note was passed around, from desk to desk
Guess who got the blame when it came to rest.

It was me of course, teacher called me out
I got the blame for handing the note out
The culprit never owned up, he or she
And no one at all came forward for me.

The note said that so and so loved someone 
The names on the note from mind have long gone 
Deep down I knew that teacher disliked me
It was how she spoke to me nastily.

Too shy to say what I needed to say
On that horrid embarrassing school day
Not one classmate spoke up in my defence
The instigator had no penitence.

That teacher picked on me for any thing
She didn't care how much her brusque words could sting
So I was tarnished with the blame and shame
If only I had that time back again.

Teachers are sure to be fully aware
Some pupils are in need of tender care
Living their lives already traumatised 
Needing love and not to be stigmatised.

Mind and Body Connected

Over the years curiously slim:
For ten full years Evil fought him
Or so his skidding mind had thought
And the notion made sure he bought
“You get away now, I repeat
Or ready get to take The Heat!
You that think yourself Hard Demon
But haven’t tasked My Lemon.”

Over the years nastily blunt;
Like a dog an image would hunt 
“Your Fine Lecturers Empty Skull,
All my questions proving them ‘dull’
And stating naught but his virtues…”

And this had meant ‘A Mind Trapped’
A Bad Footwear quite neatly strapped…

And it’s kept making him A Stick,
A man by forces played a trick:
Links between Mind and Body shown;
Keeping both intact ‘challenge thrown.

Travel With What We Proudly Bag

Travel with what we proudly bag;
Not what down images drag;
In a mirror capture you with some lag:
A dog that wouldn’t its tail wag…

So, suspend you shall buying a lot
For some colorful shirt, very hot!
No more of the fabrics that sag 
Or I shall nastily continue to nag 
About the one I now see – A rag!
Really a traveler’s self – arranged snag 
If not a kidnappers Silencing Gag!

Breaking Rules

I always wonder at the folks
Who do not follow rules,
Who violate the status quo,
Think followers are fools.

A traffic light that’s red? Who cares?
No motorbikes allowed?
Let’s speed along where people walk
And blast our music LOUD!

A flight attendant wanting me
To sit here with a mask?
I’ll knock her teeth out; maybe then
She’ll be afraid to ask.

A bicycle chained up outside?
The owner’s not around,
So I can take it for myself
And show off what I’ve found.

The list can just go on and on;
This stuff just isn’t right,
Yet more and more we’re powerless 
To stand our ground and fight.

When rules are made and put in place,
What used to be expected 
Was that they would be followed 
And not nastily rejected.

Tom and Jerry Nursery Rhyme

Hickory, dickory, dock.
Jerry the mouse ran up the clock
Tom smelled him from afar
Jumped up on top like a star.

Jerry as always was quite wise.
And with a rod struck Tom’s eyes.
The cat fell nastily on the clock
And received a decisive knock.

But alas the clock fell to the ground.
Mammy Two Shoes with a broom chased Tom around.
Jerry slinked into the kitchen for cheese
Cheddar, mozzarella, stilton and more of these.

But Mammy Two Shoes mad at Tom’s disaster fling,
With a broom chased him to make him sing.
Then threw him in the garden quite dark,
Let Spike bully dog ran after him with a bark.

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With apologies to Agatha Christie's
for use of her great detective book
Hickory, Dickory Dock.

Rules and Regulation

Rules and Regulation 


    There is the third wave of Corona 19 in Portugal, peoples at   
     old people’s homes have been vaccinated, but now it has stalled.
    So, what is the problem?
    Why are people reluctant to follow the rules and regulations? 
   I think it is because Portugal lived   under a dictatorship for 50 years,
   when freedom came lifted the heavy burden, and now they are not 
  going to give this freedom away for anyone.
  The dictate from politicians is often ignored, the question is, what 
  will happen after the pandemic? 
  Will the new rules still apply to give the politicians more power?
   and the police force the right to behave nastily.
  The freedom is an illusion, and the right-wing guard is back in power, 
 giving the political party a prefix of social this. 
While privatizing water and electricity, 
people cannot afford to heat their homes. 
But there are moments when we have to forego the “Democracy.”
for the common good, but be sure to take the freedom back.

It's All Good

It’s All Good
M. Griswold
120203

Slobbering kisses ain't so bad
and slippery tongues are grand to be had.
Tender touches with back sliding hands
are caressingly shivering and sensually rad.

Warm oil rubbings from head to feet
leaves one wanting for something horney to eat.
Nibbling on nobs is nastily sweet
while rustling in bushes is a tasty treat.

Hot steamy showers with scented colored soaps
brings heated bed wrestling with dripping naked hopes.
Whips and straps, tassels and ropes
bind in ways of tangled frenzied gropes.

Tickling adds rolling giggling spice.
A form of foreplay to succulently entice.
Let’s not forget that vibrating device
which can be used in any orifice to suffice.

And in closing as you knew I would
let me add just one more thing if I could.
We are all human and sex is a likelihood
so loosen up a little cause it's all good.

Gremlins

Today the gremlins return to me
Sneaking up to bite so nastily
Breathe deeper yet still
Trying to fill
Consume that space within 
Before those bastards can get back in
Too late they have invaded
Left me wilted jaded
Still I run as if i coukd vanquish their existence 
! Dam the resistence!
Trying to not drown in this sea of strife.
To live and survive this  up life

I Sway Away

I sway away with a haste, my eyes narrow in a frown
amidst a multitude of colorful lights, i see only a fuzzy gray,
spinning around on my toes, the colors simply dissolve
but your memory stubbornly lurks around , as if to stay

I raise my hands over my head, hastily brushing away a tear
the tear your memory painfully draws,from my eyes tightly shut in despair

I gracefully jerk away my face,determined not to spoil the move,
i have to dance till the end ,i am the winner,i have to prove

The music soars higher still, but what is really so *****,
is the deafening silence. The persistent gripping fear..

Afraid to face the truth, which nastily whispers in my ear,
drowning the pleasant music, it draws near and near

I turn around and swirl away, i hurl myself to the mirror in front of me,
i face my eyes bloody red and smeared,
with a pool of tears that you would never see

As the beats pick up in pace, soaring to the highest pitch,
I throw myself up, away from the ground,fighting against your clutch,
your memories, mocking me like a wicked old witch.
I break into a hysteric sob, its just that i love you too much.

Biggest Holiday Disaster of My Life

While preparing for my five-day holiday, I chanted, Yo ho ho ho!
As I packed most important thing, I was in full whistling jaw
So many stuffs to take, didn’t know what bag could make
Shifting taste left my first girl-things inside an unchosen portmanteau.

As I finally landed to a delightful holiday scenery far, far away
I tried to enjoy a whole-day tour ‘though uneased at first red bay
With nudging ebb, running through jeans and winter clothes
I ricked my leg and nose… limited smiles to dazzling view array

So many places to go with lots of panorama to see and meet
But feeling restless ‘till sunset, with porous pads I needed flag retreat
The first night I checked in a hotel, I nastily worried and panicked
Nowhere to find my gears… unbudgeted, I paced three at night market

I was going around cool places in a bus, but didn’t climb a tower
When shopping beauty- foods started, I was thinking of hotel hair blower
To dry up my wet gears in manteaux ‘till midnight before another day
That’s my biggest disaster but I’d survived like I was in a House of Big Brother.


Oct. 21, 2016              1. 45am

C3 Road

We celebrated birthday in a wildest night!
Imagine black trees dancing in the dark,
We used flashlights to make a little spark.
We sang happy birthday with coldest wind.
Just to remember Natasha’s day,
We made the most stupid thing ever in our live!
We drove like it was a silent midnight,
Stars were watching at us when we yelled and smiled.
I remember so well how we tried to save that choco cake,
We put it in a red box with a tight seal of care.
Rush into the woods while everyone stared at us!
We waived our hands nastily like we all lose our minds
Have no idea that everything that we did was my first!
I’ll never forget how we made that crazy night impossible.
Thanks for making it unbelivably real.

Second Strike

Reminiscing the threshold in infinity,
I seek the dimension of our curiosity,
Invisible threads then form,
In the making of an invincible bridge in that storm...
Haziness, vivid and incomplete bliss,
Where threesome snake of love nastily hisses,
On the golden neck, I plant those kisses,
Where the heartbeats from the niche hitches...

Nights of dipped melancholy,
Pens won't turn impeccably,
Hallucinations of holding fingers steadily,
Waking up from this dream and facing the reality...

I I

Timid and broken wings,
The feeble pegion smiles and sings,
The pain in ankle continues to sting,
From beak, falls an abandoned ring,
Which the pegion shoves,
When my soul floats in the dead pegion,
Beak breaks to smile and and looks at the flying dove!

The Hanging Thing That Makes Us Smile

A discussion on the round,
But it knows, it doesn't have to sound,
For, it is blamed for a crime it never meant to commit,
It's work was to bring smiles,and so it never did quit.

For seasons pass, it remains at halt,
It's passiveness after that though, is not actually it's fault,
But few seasons are such,
Which make it run,
Forever and ever,it's never done.

Runs fast, never worries of speed,
Someone else would nastily bleed,
Coz, it obeys, and changes speeds in seconds
It's our finger tips on which it reckons.

Three hands and a grip so tight,
With content the family bids good night,
But, their trust lies with the tough material it is made of,
For once if it loses the grip, it could break someone's head off…. ;)

Upon the Silence

...however as he slothfully reclined
Banking himself on the cold steel bench
Dilemma gripped nastily on his shoulders;
The clouds pace above and as if alive
Winked at him- pulling memories from behind

"Oh yes, we are but a speck of a seed
A granule, puny and almost trivial
By how- minute as we- pull off an impact
Than a lone tree in a dry sunny land
And lighted cottage amidst dark forest indeed?"

Resounding they truly are, his mentor's words
Past and spoken, long uttered in the wind.
Yet it reverberates from the turquoise skyscrapers
To the bench he sat beside his proud Ford.

"For the proper or for the practical thing?"
An innocent query shrieking upon the silence.
a galleon of betterment versus virtue;
The bright clouds blots his space on the wide greenery.
"Affirmative." A salmon is going upstream.

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