Repulsed Poems | Examples

Zen mode

dressing, undressing as fate ordains
we walk through life as already impulsed
bliss magnetism cleanses soul’s feral stains
there’s nothing we seek, nothing to be repulsed

Dead Skunk Season

After driving for miles on the highway,
I noticed a lump near my driveway:
a black and white chunk,
"Omigosh! It's a skunk
and he's gone to the 'Sweet By and By' way!"

I could tell it was dead because he
gave off a real hum. It was funky!
It was reeky and rank;
it was stale and it stank
and the stench of it really repulsed me!

Eerie Foreboding about this House

Scintilla experienced an eerie foreboding
the house at 125 Klondike Street felt unsafe
she sensed that it had brought doom to occupants
she was shaking her head no when her husband said “we’ll take it.”

She took him aside and explained her feelings, but he would not budge.
Something about it called to him as fiercely as she was repulsed by it.
Within five years they had experienced a fire, a flood, and a divorce.
Scintilla gave her husband the house and the equity.

All she wanted was to survive, to get out with her life.
Her odd immediate premonition came to fruition.
Her husband passed away from Covid-19 two months later.
Their children paid attention to her forebodings after this.

The rebellious cheeses

I had only just heard that UK cheese was revolting.? Not mildewed or slimy which could be
Insulting? No.! even the cheeses have it seems had enough of that quyeer kahmer
Nonsense and stuff.' It seems they're egged on by mother goose? Probably a code name
If what I hear is truth? The thing all got started because of some cows Daisy and Ermentrude
Were insulted and how..? This angers all cheeses! the Leicesters are mad red.' And some real Tough chedder is about to shed, its cool staid image before all is said.' As sure as
Grass makes hay.' And cows our milk, we need un-tarnished cheeses not some man made
Filth.' Yes cows have farted.. And will again' and humans grew strong and repulsed some pains the
Products great' its allways been green.) Like the farmers fields a beautiful scene..Yet over to
The cheeses.' Who are on the roll.' They want to escape from (old kahmer's) intended gaol
I think this cheesy battle could come true.? Here's trusting to human acumen though it's another way to get
Through.'

discombobulation in aisle 16

give me your aorta ~ and in exchange i will give you a nice pulse

said the kidney bean to a cabbage heart ~ as it openly convulsed

but the black eyed peas protested violently ~ acting with impulse

of course i needed a leek pretty bad ~ and suddenly felt repulsed

apPARENT

She screams at him.
Crying out to be heard.
She’s always been heard.
 Nobody likes what she says.
It’s apparent.
I watch as they fight.
Numb or entranced maybe.
She faces toward him, her back to the fire.
He faces toward her, his back to me.
She is the fire.
And he is me.
He screams at her.
Begging to be enough.
He’s always been enough.
Never enough for her.
It’s apparent.
I watch as they love.
Confused or repulsed maybe. 
She faces toward me, her back to the past.
He faces toward me, his back to the future.
She is me, and I am her.
He is me, and I am him.
There are no differences, 
Only apparent similarities.

Hold Me

I am scared 
That when you take my heart in your hands 
That you will feel the calloused flesh 
and the deep ridged scars 
Every time without fail I will tear my heart from my chest 
to present it to you 
And each time I think you will be repulsed by the state of it

Prowess of Crystal Skulls

crystal skulls
some are repulsed
others are drawn in
feeling the purity of them

mystics state they have healing powers
can enhance your psychic eye
pull energy from your root chakra
use them for successful scrying

important in cleansing rituals
oftentimes have an alien connection
paranormal phenomenon
produce miracles

rose quarts skull can talk to you
will share tales of love
tigers eye skull will help you solve mysteries
amethyst skull brings you prophetic dreams
choose your skull wisely

Awake Within This Dream

Knowing life has been already impulsed
We embrace and release both joy and pain
There are in truth no foes to be repulsed
Touch gentle, is free from blemish and stain

Mind-body unless ensouled is but dust
We know our organic form will decay
Why for then do we nurture thoughts of lust
Law of cause and effect will make us pay

Feeding not dark desires, our false self dies
There is no regret, for it never was
Our unshackled soul then flies to new highs
We are living light and God is the cause

Exhuming then, cravings of lower mind ~
Whilst immanent we transcend ego’s bind

29-May-2023

Ugly

Your eyes are shining embers,
Beckoning the ones,
Lost in storm of life sea.
Persevering the sabotages,
Turmoil brewing,
But they ignore me,
Why are you so repulsed ,
At the sight of me?
Am I that ugly?

Your hands are strong
Upholding the beacon
With mighty determination 
So why do they withdraw
When I am crying
At your feet?
Why are you so repulsed ,
At the sight of me?
Am I that ugly?

Your voice is the sound that rings
All the time in my mind
Bitter but soft
But why don't they ever
Spell the name of me?
Am I that ugly?

I drift, I splash,
I collide,I collapse,
Just for one solce, 
Will you ever find me?
Or
You are just repulsed ,
At the sight of me
I am that ugly .

Heat's Passion

Repulsed this heat's passion
Fanned a face, from off.
In diving, less demure
When half one's clothes doff!

Snubbed, scorned this archetype
Of burning kisses
From under leafed bough. Whilst
His, never misses!

Tease of a Lover

In a dream of bare, I awoke
In the blared walls, it misspoke
The winds of Auria eluded in the cascading windows which then provoked 
Envisions of  Auria descended through the glistening saint
Without a flair, I discerned a haint
Auria wandered in a stage of fright,
Meanwhile, invading my dreams of spite 
Her nebulous words echoed in my mind 
‘What a faint creature, so misled by fracture’
They mellowed as it prospected my perceptions
As she posited her hand on my exceptions
Envisions of Auria repulsed its regressions 
She was my fate of progression
She  rehashed my reflections
A memory of infliction
She wandered off into a glistening spade 
Relinquishing her jades 
I scrutinized her windows of glade
I lingered against her pallid hair 
Then, woke up in tedious wear
‘Auria, a lady of fate, yet dart of spade’ 
Such assimilation wandered in the glistering gape
My thoughts were so heavy, yet so light, though seemed rather bright
They were my reminiscences of Auria”

A Flapper Works Here Now

she is opinionated the man told me
with bobbed hair and showing every knee
innovative and daring in ways of the world
I saw her flapping, she was tossed and twirled

I wished I could be so wild, confident and free
she had a kick-a-pooh attitude that I could see
Bee Bop Ah doo, Diddly Dop Dop dee
She has a zippy attitude, that Miss Cee!

shockingly glamorous, with fringe on her hem.
Showing her gams and her feminine whim.
I am supposed to be repulsed, but I am inspired.
She is the prettiest co-worker we’ve ever hired!

Proximity

Picked a seat right next to you 
repulsed by the mere inches 
obstructing me from a touch;    
X marks the spot, 
invade my fragile bubble; 
Make me a little bit nervous, 
invite me to snuggle; 
Together is so much better, 
your vibe a soft velour blanket.

The Evil Personified

Personified evil


I feel repulsed when he is near; I ought to have compassion 
for this cripple, his twisted foot and arm
a beggar with scabby skin and eyes as black as looking into
the dark side of the moon.
This is not a person you can be nice to the more you give
the more he hates you and wishes you an early death.
His diversion is to follow funeral processions but no into
the cemetery, no one wants him there.
Why do I hate this person must be a background for me?
Childhood, when I lived in fear of the undead.
After the war in Norway, there was hunger in the land
but I noticed at the gymnasium the children 
of the middle classes, who went to be the new suits
a concrete box for trash, unopened parcels of food.
I had to be quick in case the rats took it.
A rat jumped up and tried to catch the food eyes shone 
of hatred hated me for being human.
Like the cripple who dislikes humanity, who he blames
for his perpetual hardship.
This dirty little person was hated by his mother denying 
she gave birth to this satanic being
I hate and fear him too, four black horses, where he is 
the only mourner.

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