Short Fag Poems

my lip gloss is propen my lip gloss is cool i come to  school to brake the rules.
and you think you bad ya!
cuz  your a fag ya!
you need a rag 
to wash your ass....

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Republican Repudiation

Senator Larry Craig
Denied being a fag.
Caught foot-tapping at the airport Minneapolis-St. Paul
By a cop who happened to be in the next stall....

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Oscar`s 

Oscar night
Red carpet and 
Clammy armpits 
Valium
Skeletal women 
Gasping for a fag
To smoke in public
Is social suicide 
Wearing the latest 
State of the art  
Dresses 
This vast frivolity 
Is seen by millions...

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The Sun is coming up
And im on my last drink
And ive smoked my last fag
Sitting in a smoke filled room
Of today's beer and sleeping fear
For i shall awake
A shell of a man
With a hell of hangover
And smoky breath
Ever closer to a pointless death
But Hey
At least tomorrow is Sunday
Small mercies...

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There comes a time in everyones life, when you`ve had just enough of its stress` 
and strife.
You reach for a fag a spliff or the bottle, to dampen your senses, your nerves and 
your trouble.
But understand this before you tackle that junction, without tears without pain, we 
wouldnt properly function....

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Lady in drag
Under a flag
Smoking a fag
Wanted to gag

From saddle bag
Pulled out mag
Keys with a wag
Without a snag

Walked with a swag
As if jet lag
She was no hag
No scalawag

Roaring zigzag
Just had to brag
Driving her Jag
Still with its tag



AP: Honorable Mention 2021

Posted on February 28, 2018...

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Where the white gnaws
a brook,
black Ash trees sink

waist high
in a smoking frost.
My coat is a rook's shadow.

I need to thaw a fumed silhouette,
warm my breath
from old body embers.

Ahead, robin red-flames
tattoo creaking water.

Between the tinder
and the cold flare,
a fag end of sun

ignites icicles
in a brief day-blush.
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I want to be her memories
That last fag taste
The truth upon the liars lips
The gentle disgrace
Dementia's knowing face
Each tear to nothing
i return
Darkness sheltered in my shadow
She makes me gentle and tender
And so hard to explain
No trickery in her game
The forgiveness of my shame
The guilt that feels no pain
I return
back to black
until you call my name...

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I once had a dog
I made it live with my hog
He always stunk really bad
What happened to him was pretty sad
I got sick of the little fag!
The smell of him was making me gag
So i tied him to a pole
Hurting him was my number one rule!
I pulled out my gun
I thought heck, this'll be pretty fun
Then without hesitation i shot that punk
I was so traumatized i became a monk......

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Yeoman throw 
On another
Faggot
Fuel the
Fire

Yeoman
Throw on
Another
Faggot
To fuel 
The fire

Yoe
Man                                             E
Throw                                     R
On an                                 i
Other                           F
Fag                           e
Got                       h 
    to                 t
        F  U  E  L...

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My laden desk filled by the spilling 
Of lipstick gritted cigarette butts 
From my ashtray. Piles of grey 
Gathering and merging with the 
Dust around my typewriter. 
A single golden earring, sits 
By my now empty hand as I
Extinguish another finished fag. 
And memories rot, around the
Unused airline ticket, when I 
Wasted my opportunity to go 
After the only one who had ever 
Given me the ability to write....

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Sunday

Long is Sunday, empty streets
a tunnel of silence,
damp pavement, water trickles
into gutters.

Burnt matches, fag butts and
yesterday leave form a rust
brown dike, it bursts and floods
tiny pebbles-

flowers on the window sills
admire sift rain on glass.
A life spent in a pot fear
no weed and see no evil.

A black cat decides not to
cross the road,
a child in yellows wellies
dreams of tomorrow....

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U say that I ain't got no swag,
'Cause i cant stand and light a fag,
Cant from a stranger take a hug
Cant down a bottle of beer,even a mug,
Let me wear my rags,
While you floss in your clad,
Not that i cant afford that.
But i choose 2 live simple like a rat
And be meek like a cat.
I don't wanna drown in the dirt,
Or b punctured like that board of dart,
'Cause am ain't blind like a bat..
I can see how youths r disappearing-very fast....

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U say that I ain't got no swag,
'Cause i cant stand and light a fag,
Cant from a stranger take a hug
Cant down a bottle of beer,even a mug,
Let me wear my rags,
While you floss in your clad,
Not that i cant afford that.
But i choose 2 live simple like a rat
And be meek like a cat.
I don't wanna drown in the dirt,
Or b punctured like that board of dart,
'Cause am ain't blind like a bat..
I can see how youths r disappearing-very fast....

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Listening to a gleaming
word whole life
and finding its meaning at
the fag end.
And you are in thrall
to a sinful pleasure.

The yearnings
of a small Pteris,
which drinks arsenic daily
to rescue a withering smile.

A poem sings to me
under a lantern, when a
storm was raging to roil
the blue birds of imploring peaks.

It looks into your eyes
to find the answer
of complete shutdown
of cotton feel.



Satish Verma...

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Smoking

There once was a black dog.
His tail was limp, no wag.
All he could think about
Was where he would get
His next fag.

There once was a white dog.
She jumped and danced
And wagged her tail
As she pranced.

It wasn’t that the white dog
Was smarter than the black.
It was just that the black dog
Was a slave
To a cigarette pack.


By:  Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright:  1974
“All Rights Reserved”
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I'm not your tearstained dishrag. 
Will you end your suicide note with a hashtag? 
Just lock me in the metaphysical gulag. 
The real world's too much a drag 
for a fag. 

I am not digestible. 
I am a hunk of pyrite lodged in the 
jejunum of bureaucracy. 

I am a precious and coveted 
artifact hidden at the bottom 
of a recycling bin, underneath 
empty milk gallon bottles. 
Their pungent swill is a grimy 
filter for my blind beauty....

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me.....rigid (surprised)
Get tae  (your bothering me go away)
Naw mate it Chips no ing fries (we call them chips)
wit r u gawking it mate (yes can i help you)
Suffering  (yeah life i give in)
Tap us a fag (slang for cigarette) could i get a cigarette

the next bits a brain frizzle
if Pokémon had diarrhea would they call it the squirtles?
I'm going back to the sound only i can hear
the voice behind the curtain
that sees wherever i stare...

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Deep in to the woods by spring
my quest by daybreak for croaking, 
frog croaking, nature enthusiast‘s song,
hit upon by the fag end, a puddle,
frogs, a few in high spirits hopping,
something took the winds out of my sails!
whopping snake, old inactive by water,
these frogs take the snake a worm,
took me back to an old proverb:
when the snakes get old, 
the frogs get him by the balls!
laughing I too tried some croaking! 
great nap my song all around!...

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AS I LOOK UP AT THE STARS,
MY VIEW IS OBSCURED BY THESE BARS,
AND AS I SMOKE MY FAG TO THE BUTT,
I GET A SICKLY FEELING COME INTO MY GUT,
AND AS I LAY DOWN,  ON MY BED,
YOU MY DARLING, YOU COME INTO MY HEAD,
I THINK OF THE LAUGHTER AND JOY WE HAD,
AS BEING TOGETHER MADE US BOTH GLAD,
BUT SOON ONE DAY WE KNOW I WILL BE FREE,
AND AGAIN MY DARLING IT WILL BE YOU AND ME,
TO SHARE YOUR LIFE AGAIN, AGAIN ONCE MORE,
WOULD BRING ME THE JOY I HAD BEFORE...

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Not all tongue that wag
You dishonorably gag …

Of course not that of my Neighbor
Which assigned to itself Christ’s Labor
For it doesn’t behind lag
And will ever out fag,
While demolishing knickers that sag;
Women that fripperies drag,
Hundreds of cosmetics bag,
Fun always pokes at a hag 
Or lanes walk that zigzag 
And in the church read a mag!

The tongues that sensibly wag
Should about it richly brag,
Even as their victims nag,
Their anger rocky crag....

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The fag-end of February,
St David’s Day approaches fast.
It’s wet and windy yet again,
Still more dark days with sleet and rain.

But gold and purple crocuses
And multi-coloured primroses
Awaken and anticipate
Warming rays of Springtime sun –
Nature’s cycle has begun.

Then golden daffodils will shine
And bluebells carpet woodland walks.
Birds sing again high in the trees,
Rejoicing in the vernal breeze.
Dark skeletal trees turn to green;
Whenever was such beauty seen ?...

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