Profanities Poems | Examples

Irresistible

Aerodynamic 

Fluent in profanities

Catholic bombshell

Neighbour

So, you think that it’s your fence, you think it belongs to you? You can paint it at your whim whatever colour you choose?
But who actually paid for the installation of the timber and concrete posts? 
We don’t remember seeing you as the bill was settled with the hosts! 

So you think that using rusty nails will stop the cats of the neighbourhood finding a way in? You sure underestimate the wileyness of the average feline who still leave a little ‘parcel’ on your bin! 

The volume control disappears after the eighth of ninth gin! You don’t really see what all the neighbours see and hear the profanities of your drunken din! 

So you can’t hold a conversation without the next street hearing every word? Do you think that sound travels slower the louder that it’s heard?

You show no respect for anyone living around your house. Don’t expect the doors to open because you’re frightened of a mouse. Don’t expect back breaking sympathy when two feet of snow sit at your door. You reflect your hate on everything when the third of fourth wine bottle has been poured.

Miss Me with That

Just because it’s true for you
Doesn’t mean it’s true for me 
Just because you’re proudly crude
Doesn’t mean I give a flying phuckery

I may be a free spirit 
But I am not a doormat for feet
Offend me and you’ll hear it
In a verse of purple poetry

We can be who we are
Poetic hearts on soup with sage
Just don’t dim my yellow star
On soup not like you get paid 

I’m saying as sweet as I seem
You don’t want the other side
Of my character minus the queen
For the profanities can surely fly

After the party I woke up in a tropical Island

the weather was hot, women were hot,
the beer was cool, and I had a few!
the food was so good, I gorged a lot,
slept with a beauty I hardly knew.
the waves roared in and splashed out all night,
coconut palms wriggled belly dance,
the full moon was drunk and flickered light,
the bats hung upside down in seance! 
around me was laughter and giggles,
weather and drinks bring best in romance,
all shapes, all ages, like coloured pickles,
jam of humanity grab their chance!
sunny morn probed my sedated sense,
knocked on my eyelids to open door,
I swore profanities! no offence,
sleep was heaven, and I wanted more!
soon i was nudged on my naked butt,
by an unknown paw, I kicked it off,
in my mind i thought- must be some s*ut
and mumbled something to say f*** off!
Then surprise! a big tongue licked my face,
I opened one eye, saw a black bear,
I got up and ran! feared it might chase,
but the bear looked away, did not care,
But I ran and ran like in a race!
I still recall those days of travels,
and many tales that I can tell,
but thought of that bear churns my bowels,
its black tail is a nightmare from hell!

A Bird In the Tree

Twas a bird in the tree across the street
staring at me from the uppermost limb
It seemed he was intently watching me
perhaps as curious of me as I of him

I think he was squawking profanities
though I wasn’t sure of his tweets and hoots
It appeared that he might be the jealous sort
envious of me in my fur coat and warm boots

I’m pretty sure it was envy he felt
from the sad look I could see on his face
For he had naught but feathers to warm him
and no way to escape winter’s embrace

We both decided it was time to leave
As I could feel the day getting colder
I stood to leave and felt his parting gift
splatter across my new coat’s shoulder

I Ran

I ran
To escape
An evil
Year
After
Year
Becoming tired
As I could not
Out run it
So
I stopped
To face it
And die
It stripped me
Of dignity
It humiliated me
It mocked me
Spat in my face
Kicked me
Profanities
Screamed in my ears
I stood there
Shamed
Naked
In front of the
Universe
And everyone
I could not tell apart
The spital
From tears
Physical pain
From self-loathing
The will
To life
Or the desire
To die
It dragged me
By the feet
Through the streets
Of a man-made hell
Then it left me
With nothing
Just a heap
From which grew
I
Flower

Improper

Jane was very prim and proper
Until one day, she came a cropper
She caught her stiletto in a drain
She screamed profanities to ease the pain
And punched a kindly, helpful copper

Daughters of God Bare Not Your Necessities

Necessity's is your bare naked vessel

Beautiful Ladies
 Daughters of God
Choose Beauty self-energy's 
a given breath 
You're vessels encase
Beautiful Daughter of Elohim
Inside growin
Let it be showing 
Your choosing beauty is from within
And not the negative showings of your bare necessities
Wow Humanity how old and cries 
out profanities with their mouth and their eyes lust of your flesh

Daughters of God bare not your necessities

Because the vessel of you, you won't deny
Thy your nakedness belongs to God and Your "husband" only
Let humanity see only your naked energy
NOT YOUR PHYSICAL NAKED SELF  
BE NOT AN OMEN

Daughters of God bear not your necessities

In blessed prayer for consideration trust and rest in Him 
BE MORE BLESSED, COVER YOUR SELF 
For your truest most beautiful self is more than your flesh 
it's your inner being your mind your body your heart and soul
AMEN





3/17/23
written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023

Staying Up Late

I don't mind staying up late 
If it's to stare up at those eyes
As I'm glaring at them in our pillow talk
And as your soul lights up from your eyes 

Cause they glow every time I turn the lights off
It's like with every touch under the sheets, I turn them on
And that's why you glow making it easier to trace your body
Even though by now it's imprinted in my mind 

I don't mind staying up late
Cause you tend to losen up by the hour
So that by the twelfth hour
The mast is up;and her flag goes up and down 

Cause by the holy hour of two
The hour after which nothing good happens
We were all up, her screaming profanities
Letting her demons tear up the sheets 

I don't mind staying up late
If that let's me stare at her as she sleeps
Soundly on the canvas where we dared make art
Cause its like we were in rhythm during each stroke 

The PO£T

Questions For a Bully

What is it that makes you so unpleasant
Is brusqueness and lack of tact your totem,
Or, are you eaten up with anger inside
Feel you must treat everyone like a crumb?

Why are your communication skills lacking
So that you must resort to disgusting inanities?
No wonder girlfriends have sent you packing,
Not willing to tolerate your gross profanities.

Why do you treat others with utter disdain?
Does it pleasure you to see someone weep?
Why can’t you reconsider, perhaps abstain?
You are only bearable when you’re asleep!

Someday you will need help from a friend
Someone to come to your rescue, indeed,
When you look around no one will pretend
They’re there for you in your time of need.

Uncaring, and full of venomous antagonism
The best of all words to describe you is “ugly,”
You’ve spent your whole life in hooliganism
And you are a nauseous, off-putting bully.

written January 24, 2022

Manhattan

Manhattan
By LoLa

The neverending cascade of looming city skylines
Towering strangers captures her gaze and her hands
Attempts to lift the veil from abandoned timelines
Leaves her breathless where A Phantom Hurricane stands

Relenting to the light from the cracks in her heart
Beating to frequencies of screams in the city
A lifeless stare where frenetic signals depart
Swelling with the blood of lost souls in harmony 

Expressing a love lost through the pain in her eyes
A thousand miles away, lie stories of their past
Approaching lights of distant shores will ask her, "WHY"?
Why memories and matching tattoos never seem to last

Forgotten daydreams of nameless faces in the crowd
Forgetting days when She lost her grip on the wheel
Stranded in streets where silent thoughts were not allowed
Breathing in the weight of grief She has yet to feel

As waves of rain proceed sunshine profanities
Honest words lie, with false displays of bravado
Smouldering signal fires revealing fallacy
Moments where they’re free from confines of pine below

Res

I arrived at a residential facility today,
The people are nice but the thoughts scream profanities
my overalls get looser as the day goes on,
and I feel like I'm shrinking, but maybe that's a good thing
my mind is a sullen cloud,
heavy with the weight on my shoulders
I sit in a chair unable to think, they may think I'm disgusting too
the echoes exacerbate the evil spirit that eggs on my eagerness to escape
never have I felt so welcomed, yet so alone
I scream and suffer in silence.

But If I, With the Finger of God

The candles are extinguished today and the crucifix covered in black
for the One whos life was once bludgeoned with ignorance and greed
As He readied for heaven, he took each heavy Pontus whack
for sake of a world that could not accept nor believe, His Holy Creed

Some repented while others shouted profanities and ignored His tears
as He carried the Cross towards His final resting place, He slowly wept  
the sky, grueling  dark unbending, did not shed the rain nor smear  
while His laced up sandals  walked the sand without God's intercept
  
"But If I, With The Finger Of God," He once implied before he died  
but this was not to be, for the Son of God belonged to man's transfix  
He walked through throngs and herds as he closed the great divide  
they watched, as clustered  Halos grew around His bloodied Crucifix

But If I, With The Finger Of God could wipe away His pain
be more then just a writer recalling His death with ink and quill
The world would be changed as I know it, and He would Reign  
Yes He is the One who died but also, the One they could not kill.

Friday Night Lights

Faster than a precipitous squall, ivy spreads and climbs the wall.  It's quarried a landlocked structure in Nepal. Through the cracks wails an ominous battlefield call. The preamble of turnacets tied tight by medics to stall as profanities ptyalise saturating gauze deep red with gall.  Hanging the jaws in fascinated appall , rubberneckers congest the receiving friends' line snaking  down the hall.  Perturbation too thick to order from short to tall, the shoulders stacked by chaos wearing a one size fits  all shawl.  So barbwire a  must install to tear  then rake  camouflaged skin off words that underneath crawl. To limit the insidious minifies the  onslaught threatening to befall. Protecting the house sometimes requires merciless law taking only two at high noon to draw.

Stinky Soul Potty Mouth

Allow yourself;
Freshen Your Breath With Righteousness---
colonoscopy  (preformed on the wrong end)
mediastinoscopy   (video views tracheal hues offend)
Mouth full of filthy voice;
Caught in bowls of bad choice;
Need to vacuum the end;
That's dirty, that offends;
Let the Savior in 
Allow His to give you new beginnings;
Allow yourself;
To freshen your breath;
Cleanse your mouth;
Stop using the profanities;
That violates your pearly-white teeth;
While your soul whispers peace;
Rinse  your mouth with righteousness;
Cleanse your mouth;
With Holy goodness;
Talk about those virtues  of God;
Allow yourself;
To freshen your breath;
-----------with righteousness

9/08/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018

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