Short Excrement Poems
Short Excrement Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Excrement by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Excrement by length and keyword.
Excrement and urine
Tears and spit
Wax and vomit
Snot and sweat
Hair and nails
Rust and breath
Words and verses
Seeds and milk
san Francisco
baghdad by the bay
doth in excrement lay
Panagiota Romios
5/3/2019
6:45pm PST
I don’t want to ever implement
A device to get out excrement
When constipated
Food’s over rated
Stinks to use this to any extent
Russell Sivey
If apple ate a pear?
And digested it, would excrementbe wine?
2/25/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
When a know-it-all paints the wall
With your silhouette in excrement...
Do not engage the louse,
For a fly does not enter a closed mouth.
8/15/2019
HAIKU - THE CAT LEAPS ON THE COUNTER
The mid-day cat leaps
onto the counter, meows;
I am making lunch.
HAIKU - POLITICS "A LA TRUMP"
The winter ass brays,
rolling in its excrement.
God loves a joke.
We the people, still own the power.
but
have lost the belief that we still own it.
Disagree if you must but remain civil and united.
When the human excrement runs amok,
I pray to see Jesus, wielding a pair of nun-chucks.
"Crap," number 2 stool
I gotta go, discharge waste
excrement matters
10/23/23
1st Place placement in Contest
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2023
A Hi-Poo s e n r y u poetry contest
Sponsored by: John lawless
If doctors emphasize managing disease but not reducing their presence and incidence (eg. cancers), then medicine is similar to managing excrement: keep it out of sight, but NOT reduce it. Remember, there is always a good Dr. Crap, too
Bone damp silence pervades
A dark winter's night
On the streets of Dublin
Old tired bones rustle under cardboard
Dank smells of human neglect
Of excrement, sweat and hunger
No joyous laughter here
Just desperation, pain
And lonliness
Crap dung excrement;
Discharged BM;
Defecation discharge fecal matter;
~
Wasted number two;
Deuce feculence faces manure;
Poop muck droppings ordure;
~
Guano guand cowpats
Dung know
4/26/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Guards are now needed to stop all people
Accessing what makes me need to go extra
Regularly
Down to the hole
Entered by nothing but piss & excrement.
Royalty keeps their dress unspoiled.
Outstanding toilets are sat on by
Bums only for the private
Eye.
When Cheech and Chong evaluate,
they do not say, "this stuff is great."
A fly, too, expresses merriment
when landing on fresh excrement.
Using his best English diction,
he doesn't rankle, nor cause friction,
"Allow me to say, if you permit,
this is really good...isn't it?"
A downtrodden,
Forswunk, forlorn, fortuitist
Or distrusted flurry.
Formulist, forswatt, formidable,
And excruciate person.
Exceptional, exasperate or excommunicated,
Depressed, execrate excrement for mankind,
Poor or disappointed,
Disadvantage, disavow human,
Indigestion indology.
Awareness drifts in a pool of sinew, flesh, fat, muscle, cartilage, hair, nail, bone, sodden skin, fluid, bile, excrement, blood, swirling in the maelstrom; in its belly thought.
Clarity forgotten, dissolved, flushed down the drain without Mercy.
Bon Secours,
Bon Voyage.
©dbyrne June 2014
I’m tired of people
slinging hash
and calling it Haute Cuisine
The Emperor naked
behind the mirror
where truth still reigns supreme
Waiting for accolades
pity more apt
so they again can void
Leaving their excrement
out on display
— only the rats to enjoy
(The New Room: March, 2024)
Webbed lip toadies,
their tongues do do stink of lies
As they leapfrog from excrement places
that do do attract flies
Brown tongue toadies,
their sticky web of dysentery deceit
stinks of foul breath duplicity
For they do do double dip in
toilet ponds of diaphragm dishonesty
Croak manure truth be 100-proof landfill speech
Law and Order
If you wanted law and order; you would suckle on the teat of justice, not feed the people the excrement of tyranny. Justice is not justice without mercy and mercy is not mercy without justice. For no matter how merciful a punishment, it is cruel and unjust punishment to an innocent man.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Lusty two hearts
in the crimsoning tranquil eve
The lulling gentle breeze
coupled their juicy lips.
Playing with their tongues
that sweetened the taste
Was blitzed deeply
untill they imbibed their sensuality.
Spur with the slurp
and fastening warm aroma of their breaths
choired with their dewed jucicy lips
Excrement drunk like intimated beverage.
Jail was the land of my sojourn
for a decade
Now out of it all
building my life anew
I meet you dear woman, woman of the green breeze
Your mom is so illogical, thoughtless and heartless.
She pours a bucketful of human excrement
on my face, and expects to hold
the child of my blood in her arms
calling him her grandson
I am left grappling
with tremors of prejudice.
The rest of us
caught here
in the web
of a foreign arachnid
We prop up
his appendages
and force feed
his proboscis
Those of us
blinded here
by his pure
dark whiteness
Grope and slash
in the excrement
of his dying
putrefaction
In a world
good for others
they concentrate
us in harm
And our children
play in the backyard
of beyond
forever like
the rest of us
Laid bare
This carcass
A heap of festering wounds
Scars and bruises
Flaws all exposed
A blur of fleeting images
Muted conversations
The deaf listens
The blind looks
Even pieces of $#!+ have feelings
Of yearning
Of longing
To be something other than what they truly are
And they feel loved
As they attract flies
And maggots
And fungus
And all that feast on their existence
$#!+
Rein Drops
The reindeer were pulling for Santa
They struggled to get past a canter
He said they were flying
Like ducks that were dying
But that was just lighthearted banter
But what Santa wasn’t to know
Was Rudolph was gasping to go
His guts started grumbling
Then, excrement tumbling
He pebble-dashed Ontario
1 December 2018
For Carolyn Devonshire’s
Christmas Limerick contest
Free the press..The only phrase i guess?
Kit Klarenberg such a danger?
(Can the truth!)
the duress.'
U-nkind
K-ontrol
Devouring whole..Misinfo minions so much
Is stole.' Self-improvement chance to grow
Drainstream media, and a governance cold
Catch the narratives, its how they roll
Deep in excrement, filth and spew
I give you current, western
Democracy and such a
Darkness how could
This become
True.?
The past lingers in your body.
The twinkle has faded along with
the color, the skin has sallowed.
The enamel and follicle begin to wear away,
becoming smooth like the age-old rock in the sand.
Tears have fallen less salty but more meaningfully.
They answer the questions certainly, wisely,
discarding the snake-skin of yesterday -
though it ceases to exist in living tissue,
it survives in the earth -
from the excrement of
your animal totem.