Nutter Poems | Examples

Black Hole of Calcutta

An Indian beauty and nutter:
her eyelashes started to flutter,
her butt in the air
she laid it all bare,
revealing her hole of Calcutta...

Dairy fairies

****s Gluts
Societal Stutter
More Cuts
Suicidal Splutter
Serfs Ruts

Should be wary
Weary of the scary
Leery lairy Dairy Fairy

Utter Nutter
If's But's
Gutter Mutter
Tut Tutts

Because of their ilk
Silk road's now
Bow..cash cow 
Kowtow to 
Road of Milk

Nadirs Clutter
Wing Nuts
Flitter Flutter
Garters from Guts
Soften your butter

Everything shudders
Will explode
Due to the udders

Rivers life
Givers rotten
Nature rife
Delivers from 
Strife forgotten
Moolah besotten

Milk powder
Or
Seafood chowder

Dairy highway dismay
All day diner
Cosplay for our new 
Crueler ruler.. China
 
Hip hip Hooray!

Big Ben chimes Bazball Zen

Big Ben chimes again
With Bazball zen
One of those men
From special stock
Shepherd of the flock
Hewn from strewn Volcanic rock

From New Zealand's Southern Isle
But only there for a wee while
Mighty flame haired flair laird 

Without doubt more about Blighty's North East
They forged this bellicose beast
Ripsnorting sporting cavorting squire  
Glutton & gourmand gorged feast

Test town crier
Puffed buffed chest
Inspire..burning
Proper copper topper
Churning fire..

Endless zest..desire
No dull lull
No bore draw
Simple...aspire
To score more!

It's not arcane
Stokes campaign & reign
Train like you're insane
Always entertain!

Remember us flounder 
In the gutter
Trounced...17 on the bounce 
Could we have found
Pound for pounder
Better all rounder

Nutter...go getter 
Sounder founder
Run rate record setter
Of the evolution
And revolution 
Of Test cricket

Toe to toe
Blow by blow
Heave ho
Give us a ticket

In the Baz ball or
Ben buzz grotto

Gung Ho motto

You will never know 
Till you give it a go!

Musk is a Farley's Rusk

Demagogue not pedagogue

Aghast & agog

Perfidious insidious fog

Reeks of the past

Slog through the smog

Musk seeks to flog

Earth & its serfs

Downed & drowned

In his dystopian bog

Even starry nights

Elon’s neon satellites

Seedier media perch

Utter nutter besmirch

Thriving in the gutter

Conniving depriving church

Vex "X" & Tech T-Rex hex

Or next bogus Rogan

Bogan slogans prevails

Alpha male tales derails

Sod the planet’s scars

Cruise trips to Mars

Odd bod driverless cars

Spawn a fake Tarantino 

Remake.."Musk till Dawn"

Devil may care lair..

Loads of lies..skies chock a block 

With spies...all eyes on the prize

Everyone Everything Everywhere dies

Let's not parley with gnarly snarly

Musk...takes the mickey & the bicky

In the dock for running amok

Time guys he did finally own up

To being as grown up..

As a Farley’s Rusk (a British biscuit/bicky for a wee kiddy)

Tough talk

How important are family and friends, 
Times of real trouble the outcome depends,
Depends on the numbers the more we recruit, 
Together we help to resolve a dispute, 
Our heads put together to plan our way out,
Intimidate the enemy where in with a shout,
We can beat every problem fight to the end,
Our strength is in numbers we will apprehend, 
So if you cause aggro in a negative way, 
You'll feel the full force as we hunt down our prey,
This is a route we rather not take, 
It's never too late to admit your mistake, 
Turn it around repair what was wrong, 
Friendship or enemy something to work on,
The last few years have been tougher than most, 
No one to blame pandemic the host,
A world that's so fragile with a lot going on, 
It only takes one nutter to drop a huge bomb.

I think something inside don’t work right

Those greyed pink strands
That trickle with a crackle
As neurons motor there their weigh

That Brian that named itself

I gave the voices in my head their own costumes

Some synapses may have snap
…………………………..………p
…………………………………..e
…………………………………..d

Some people don’t have an inner voice
I think I got their share

Some just grunt
Not the day to ask how I am
Some whisper tirades of alarms
Some plot within
while chances of escape are slim

They all came from planets
No earthlings

Scarred Wars

Things Han could have responded….

Me and Luke are a thing

Once you go Chewie…

Get your stuff outta of the falcon

You snogged your brother

I am doing this to get away from you, you nutter

My name is Indiana

Something something
this comes way.

Another Time, Another Rhyme

Another day, another way
Another year, another tear
Another place, different space
Old book, new look

Old fears, new tears
Look back, different tack
Loose ends, old friends
Say goodbye, heavy sigh

Another pickle, life's fickle
Must fight, no light
Money spent, anger pent
New sun, nothing done

Seeds sown, food grown
Another hour, pretty flower
Birds tweet, so sweet
Cold frost, plants lost

Bent over, search clover
No luck, still stuck
Blue sky, can't fly
Soul bare, I care

Drugged nutter, dirty gutter
Back lane, insane
Hair lank, face blank
Empty mind, chose blind

Find peace, wars cease
Old world, flag furled
Modern world, Brain curled
No room, such gloom

Brain flop, full stop.

Mitch

Mitch

My friend is my brother
from another mother
who is like no other.
In Christ, he’s my brother.

It’s my privilege to utter
and I do not stutter,
nor would I mutter,
In Christ, he’s my brother.

He’s certainly no nutter,
as smooth as butter,
like a ship’s rudder,
In Christ, he’s my brother.

In line, he’s no cutter.
His house has no clutter.
He’s firm without judder.
In Christ, he’s my brother.

He’s surely not a hutter.
His roof has no gutter.
His garage has no putter.
In Christ, he’s my brother.

So now it’s time,
to end my rhyme
for he is sublime.
In Christ, he’s my brother.

He’s not poor nor rich.
In him I find no glitch.
His name is Mitch.
He’s my brother.

John Stasukevich
6/24/2023

I Am a Psychopath

I am a psychopath
a derange
a fruitcake

she looked at me as if I am looney tunes, a
nutter, madwoman, maniac, nutcase, nut. 
I stuck out my tongue, causing her to flee

the man in the elevator asked me
where would she go? 
We three have been stuck in here for hours

A Shade of Human

so this poem is based solely on the title and its interpretations

so the obvious one is racism
do the blind only see the sound

if you take it like colour
as in shades of pink
is shade just a lesser human
like a lesser red
deeper tones have stronger faith love hate

what if shade is the shadow
we blight on nature

What if it was a shade actually made of skin
sorry thats the serial killer coming out of me

or maybe just a lampshade owned by all humanity
dont listen to him hes a nutter

what if theres a lettet missing
maybe its
an shade of human
naw that disney sound right

A shoop of sheep
a faith of leaps

maybe Christian takes on humanity
the first of 50

maybe its that darkness
that blobs and muds
and splutters
from the pits abyss
that pulls inside

what if it has no meaning
until you give it one

From a Far

fighting a war all on my own
whilst from a far they assess my sanity
I may be a nutter so I'm left alone 
a middle finger to humanity

Bang To Rights

Love died last night and I hadn't a clue
that the smoking gun was held by you.
You covered your tracks with alibi's
and dirty, rotten, low down lies.
Whilst I was serious, you were having fun,
and it was you who held the smoking gun.

The corpse of our romance lies in the gutter,
cut down in its prime by a trigger happy nutter.
You promised that this time it was for real,
and I fell, like a fool, for your crooked deal.
Your cheating ended my winning run,
and it was you who held the smoking gun.

Our love died and was buried yesterday,
when loads of mourners came to pray.
They offered condolences and said its a shame,
but that you sure knew how to play the game.
The juries out and my trials are done,
'cause it was you who held the smoking gun.

Now your wanted poster's all over town,
for the death of a poor unsuspecting clown.
Whose only crime was falling head over heels,
with a cold hearted, scheming woman who deals.
But now I'm much happier just chasing the sun,
and all you have is a smoking gun.

Obsessed

Incident Report 74399 2020 
JIMMY BOOM SEMTEX
 


Obsessed with speed
I was that 
Round the dial
Engine fecking screaming

Me racing them
Or just myself
Not ever stopping
After we collided

Something about movement
Positive insane velocity
I could drive
Surely the best

Crap limited cars
Only slowed me
Past all limits
How I grin

My workmate screams
Watch the lorry!!!
I swerve by
We speedily escape

Till the crash
Which patiently waits
To painfully end
All my fun

Floor the pedal
Skid swerve race
I refuse slowness
Pushing one litre

Risking old banger
Put me there
Behind the wheel
I'll ing drive

A man possessed
By my shadow
So much speed
Don't dare worry

For little me
Or my casualties
Eat my dust
Hear tires squeal

Smell rubber burn
There goes Jimmy
Crazy ing nutter!
Passionate to race

Open road track
Safety not included
An opponent needed
Or just myself

Again cheating death
For how long?

Clutter

Clutter was a butterfly
who liked to butter dive
a nutter was this butterfly
when butter caught his eye
he'd butter up his wings
as the fluttering begins
he couldn't cut the wind
a butterwalk was him

Dear God They Say They Know You

Passive dismissal snorting
say common poet boring
Thou Lord you’re adoring
imagination you’re in

Threaten me with a day of reckoning 
your belief continues to project
but like you I was made by him
and he made me perfect

So as you write and whine 
sucking up so sloppy
he knows yours and mine
you don’t know how God see

You know no better
than any in this subject 
you’re just another nutter
stringed church puppet

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