Short Distasteful Poems
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Marriage
Rocky stable
Loving hoping longing
Family warm cold divided
Hating torturing and loving
Distasteful awkward
Divorce
If poems on farting are distasteful... why have a listing called wind?
(Just asking for a friend )
12/05/21
Distasteful and Disgraceful
What we realized about things racial,
Are both distasteful and disgraceful;
Biased being;
Terrible seeing;
Our minds must be broad and spatial.
Jim Horn
There are times when I wonder what it would be like
If poetry sites were no longer, would I become unladylike
Use distasteful words
Be very disturbed
Yelling bad words from my normally joyous wind pipe
There are times when I wonder what it would be like
If poetry sites were no longer, would I become unladylike
Use distasteful words
Be very disturbed
Yelling a bad words from my normally joyous wind pipe
State of the Nation
Nature unchaste,
river waste drifts;
distasteful scene.
Shorebirds in flight,
gray and white gulls;
despite foul winds.
Mercury fear;
poison-smeared fish
make dreary food.
*January 29, 2019
For Charles Messina’s Than-Bauk Contest
Don't like the weather... wait 5 minutes, then shoot yourself in the face
An old saying with a twist but better than leaping face first into a fireplace
That surely would be painful
Maybe even distasteful
Need to wear a mask to disguise your disfigurement at the marketplace
what about slipped away
fade to black
Feeling good too astray
Captain caveman theme too surreal
This was one of his favourites
and have an hour and a half of silence
or dumb and dumbers
annoying noise
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S4AmLcBLZWY&ab_channel=Movieclips
a single noise to drive you all away
Have you heard this
This
now you have
My sweet tooth becomes the bane of my existence
The very reason for my all consuming cravings
Be banished thou distasteful bean
Allow me of a good figure to dream!
Wherever I turn thou claims your presence
Hue so rich, aroma so wholesome! I wince
You delight in your delicacy yet you fail to see
My willpower I warn you will someday come back to me!!
Licking The Cone
Written: by Miracle Man
9-12-2019
Morning musings drift past me,
From a state of near forgetfulness.
Life has been a giant ice cream cone
Littered with many flavors.,
And I endeavor to separate the one’s I love,
From the distasteful, that rest there.
God has blessed me,
With eighty years to lick this cone.
If I can travel back in time
I wouldn't waste my time
Going out of my mind
Being dumb or blind
I surely would speak my mind
Spend more time
Educating my mind
So I wouldn't be blind
When others choose to waste my time
Trying to drive me out of my mind
Stealing my precious time
Being selfish and unkind
Vindictive and distasteful
Dishonest and unfaithful.
The fly lurks around putrid matter,
and delights in savouring human waste.
The distasteful things we love to hate
satisfy his insatiable taste
for foul smelling things that are better
cast in the bin from our very sight.
He does not savour anything right,
he comes to dine without our request
for he is the most unpleasant guest
to find at the table whilst we feast.
Form:
You tell me I feel like home,
but not that it's solely in name.
Your words are woven with lace--
delicate, flowery, light.
They coil and crease,
a nasty, distasteful undertone.
Rough edges scrape my knuckles,
bloody bruises bloom.
Malice nestled in every utterance.
I crack you open,
like the book you told me you were
but your words are written in invisible ink.
Ever painful?
Oh, yet, but I can breathe
so distasteful.
Oh yet, but I can see
blinded by my fatalities.
All oarts of mortal vessel life
Covered by the one that gives me breathe.
Hush, ever quiet
I am covered and graced
Garnished in Faith
A prodigal son reimagined
I am everpresent soul blessed
Grace
8/7/26
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Naughty Johnny's behavior still shocks us
When we try to correct him he mocks us
"My rude behavior
I greatly savor
Just for you, I'll become more obnoxious!"
1/8/2023
Image credit: Wild Child by Jason V from Getty Images Signature via Canva Pro
"Obnoxious" means extremely unpleasant, offensive, or distasteful behavior. What can parents do to address obnoxious behavior in their children?
FOR WHOM DO YOU MOURN
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
Before you mourn me on that eventual day
There are answers you need to face now, today
Did I make you happy did you feel secure
Or was it distasteful, a trial you had to endure
Did you make it easy, pleasurable for me to try
Or was it a ruse, being yoked to an everyday lie
Survey your responses are any a plus
If no, start this day to mourn both of us
Covering my heart
From passages symbolic
I missed all this tasteful dismay
I love the love of her
From passages symbolic
Yet she pays not me any attention
I love the love of her
When will she acknowledge me
Yet she pays not me any attentions
Amidst all this distasteful dismay
When will she acknowledge me
Covering my heart
1/10/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Oh time! Why art thou so hasteful,
only when fun I doth haveth?
When life seems oh so distasteful,
Then thy weight thou always doth draggeth.
Oh time! With thee I'm oft'n wasteful,
When life churns me melancholy.
Thy dearth on my hands,often is fateful
and leadeth to adversity.
Oh time! Abide with me faithful,
Endure with my labourly quest.
For thy synergy, I'm eternally grateful
My patience rewards me with zest.
Satan plays
By Michelle Morris
22/11/2022
Human nature
Can be distasteful
So many vices
At the right prices
Putting hedonism
Power and greed
Above everyone's
Pride and integrity
What is it
That drives the dark?
This sifting sand
Of bitter arts?
What more
Can the light do?
How many angels
Need to show the truth?
Human nature
Choice and Fate
Heaven waits
While Satan plays
© Michelle Morris, 2022
Life’s Never Easy
Written: by Tom Wright
7-25-2016
God didn’t promise that life would be easy,
Or distasteful things wouldn’t find a place.
But often as we watch, life becomes sleazy,
It’s during these times many seek God’s face.
But we’re not to pray when only in need,
But to have a daily relationship with God;
We should heed His word and plant His seed,
With sincerity and love, not from a facade;
What to call it
This feeling inside
It’s searching for weakness
I’m trying to hide
What to call it
This feeling deep down
Its harsh and distasteful
It wants me to drown
What to call it
This horror unseen
Heart clouded with darkness
With no trace of green
What to call it
This symptom unknown
It’s driving me crazy
Foul seeds it has sown
What to call it
It has an ill air
I now have decided
To call it despair
It's strange to me,
to find myself smitten
with a man
who hesitates
on even the most inapt situations
that need not urgency
yet I adore him
for all the stars he ate
and words his tongue forgot to savor
when did love become so distasteful
for you, dear
I've relished in your zest
of aimless compulsions
and my belly discerns
sweet from rotten
yet I do not uproot
the fruit
you so selfishly sprout,
for it is mine
all mine to devour
Can it be poetry
If it makes no sense?
Can it be poetry
If it has to be explained?
Can it be poetry if it rolls around moaning and groaning?
Can it be poetry if it is mean and distasteful?
Can if be poetry if it is unsure of itself?
What if it is unready to be shared?
What if it is incomplete?
Can it be poetry if it is slick and sharp?
What if it hurts my feelings?
Is it poetry then?
Who gets to make the call?
What if even the poet is underwhelmed?
Is it poetry then?
If while on this Earth
I treat you bad,
please forgive me
for making you sad...
If while on this Earth
I curse at you,
please forgive me
for my ignorance showing through...
If while on this Earth
I show you no gratitude,
please forgive me
for my distasteful attitude...
If while on this Earth
I do any hurtful act,
please forgive me
for hiding my tact...
If while on this Earth
you still give me your love,
I know that you've been sent
for me...from the Heavens above.