If they were nasty, you do not have to read them, you should not read them.
Raw, unfiltered anger, it’s all that I know. Constantly
Aggravated by worthless pieces of scum that I struggle
Getting off of my shoes. A nasty glare, a hostile retort,
Everything and anything can, and will, fan the flame.
After the infliction, what happens then? A swelling, a vicious,
Nasty swelling in the throat. A horrible torrent of flames threatens to
Destroy all in its path. Words of pure venom threaten to spew out.
Harrowing to myself and others, I know this to be so. But, like a sore
Affliction or rash, it never truly dissipates. It only subsides, a dormant ember
That flickers in the inky darkness until some ignorant cretin ignites it again.
Red, red, red! Blinding, sizzling-hot red is all I see. Pure and unfiltered
Evil that only cares for spreading vile hatred and destruction. Suddenly, the
Devil is fatigued. It sinks into the abyss, dormant. But not for long.
With named trainers and designer clothes
judging people and looking down your nose
Pointing and laughing treating people like dirt
not really caring about the people hurt
With verbal abuse you will attack
while stabbing your friends in the back
Nasty text messages from your mobile phone
BUT YOU WILL REGRET IT WHEN YOU ARE ALL ALONE.
It was you who initiated this relationship.
Even at its outset, I was crying.
I was your plaything,
the butt of your elaborate practical jokes.
Refusing to be transparent,
except when teasing me with illusions,
you never revealed your true meaning or purpose.
You built me up with hope and ideals,
only to chop them down and crush me.
Everything you gave to me,
you took away.
I haven't a good word to say,
and now,
in the end,
you're discarding me,
like you did all the others.
You aren't even attractive,
being as you are,
nasty, brutish, and short,
Good riddance to you,
cruel life.
i wake up in the morning
on comes the news
same foolishness and bickering
same pettiness and insanity
same old sh*t different day
shake my head 'cause here we go again !
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
With his friends, Ben was playing hide and seek
They said, "Put your head in the pool, don't peek"
They'd done a nasty deed
In the water they'd peed
Then, spent the next week calling Ben a freak
Anger roars like a beast, all around
The world cracks in crevices to fall into
Hatred brews, stirring like a nasty stew
Division rules across hundreds of miles
We are in trouble, there is no denying that!
Hold onto your values, let no brainwashing occur!
I watch what is happening and only tears stir
Heidi Sands
4/30/24
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Such a nasty salt
He prided himself with pain
It was always yours
Devious Davos party- goers, make us feel guilty and bad.
The game is to control you, oh my, you have been bad!
“Net Zero,” is a totally unachievable, unrealistic goal
Their purpose is dominant, complete, absolute world control!
1/17/2023
Why should we get put down
Who call out a miserable bully?
She who longs for a notable crown,
Finding delight in criticizing us fully,
Picking on folks who are successful
Enjoying our time here at the Soup,
Making for some of our lives stressful
Dishing out nasty like a nincompoop!
Written December 7, 2022
You know the old saying your goose is cooked
Whenever I hear that I really get shooked
I hear there's some truth to that nasty old saying
I'm valuable because of the many eggs I keep laying
You have to learn how to run really fast
If you don't, how long will your life last
I've learned to do more then just waddle
You'd be smart to use me as a role model
Don't get caught walking around here alone
The inside of a kettle will be your next home
Keep your bill shut, don't utter a honk or quack
If you get noticed it may be your last act
Author Eileen Clark
As the mighty vicious nasty queen she had lots of cattitude.
In case you have never had a haughty cat, it is a prissy attitude.
She ruled the throne room in a voice that was distinctive and mean.
This is what her terrified subjects expected from this awful mean queen.
“Off with their heads!” she would yell, and she did not mean just mice.
She was abrupt and rude, and never rethought a decision more than twice.
She is horrible, awful, terrible, her ladies in waiting sometimes said.
Of course by the next morning, none of these cats retained their head.
So, who says it takes ten years to become a poet?
I’ve read incredible lines from second graders --
Some may write for sixty years, you’d never know it
For all some have become are mediocre shaders!
Do you consider it “good” poetry to criticize others
When you’ve not developed a modicum of expertise?
Your propensity for negative thoughts only smothers
While most Poetry-Soupers skills steadily increase.
So, be careful how you turn your venom on Soupers
Whose work is far superior to what you are showing
Open your Comments for those you call “poopers”
And we’ll share our true thoughts, not so glowing!
I hope when you read this poem, you do take offense*
For we are tired of being the butt of your nasty intents.
#55 on Best New Poems List
Written November 29, 2021
*for your information, this is a classical form put
to good use, in this case, since you criticized us
for using classical forms!
I ain't gonna walk no more, no more
I ain't gonna walk no more
Got in a wreck and broke my neck
I ain't gonna walk no more.
I wasn't constrained to dwell in hell
But I brought it right here in the cell
Demons surely came along,
Wearing their fancy thongs
They crave a filthy bong, and
Wished to stay for a little long
While busy playing ping and pong,
They somehow knew the vibes were wrong
So, they began singing nasty songs
While hitting a really special gong
They said, your mind is where we belong
So it’s better if you learn to play along
Since they were way too strong
I just stayed up all night long
Looking for tricks to get along,
Pleading them to stop ding dong.
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