Short Pervert Poems
Short Pervert Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Pervert by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Pervert by length and keyword.
In truth Clare Quilty
Was clearly guilty,
While humble Humbert Humbert
Was fervently pervert.
The issue to talk of
What told us Nabokov ?
Watch out for a pervert named Jack.
He cannot keep his hands off a rack.
The rule goes as such,
you can look but don't touch
and beware of husbands on attack.
a hex slams the decks
in cosmic fashion
aloof, shedding proof
of boundless passion
covert to pervert
virtue left ashen;
once fed every thread
begs for compassion.
Two bags of blue taped
To that square shape you call a head
Promising kindness and a safe profile
Click, click, click
Is that your heart?
Ticking like a clock waiting to attack!
chose a man over me,
how could you!
knowing what he did,
how could you stay!
you did not believe me
even when they took the
pervert away!
To you, I have nothing left to say!
Form:
Poor Earl Crabtree, they tried him for murder
He claimed innocence; he’d never hurt her
But Earl was transgender
He’d gone on a bender
Pleaded guilty ~ he’d tried to pervert her
Should Never Be Thinking Like This
We Should Never Be Thinking Like This;
Maybe all of the points really did miss;
Feelings hurt,
By pervert;
Brought out worst in me and prejudice.
Jim Horn
Trump Looks Like A Loser
Trump always looks like a loser
A sex pervert and also abuser
Every odd ball behavior known to man
Each of his hands have a short span
Tells lies and is a great excuser.
Jim Horn
I remember an old coot named Sam Ball
For him many a young girl took a fall
He was a lecherous old fool
Yeah, I would say he was a ghoul
Young girls ran away when he came to call.
written July 6, 2021
**** For my Caramel Swirl****
Cinnamon flavored,
my caramel love.
Soft inside with a tough candy shell.
My after work
desert.
A cure for my sweet tooth,
not a pervert,
I yearn for her vermouth
Name held until contest is over.....
4/15/2010
Once ravaged, souls salvaged
haunt savaged:
nostalgic for magic
in tragic
dreams psychotic, script agnostic
by despotic
lies chivalrous (shed fibrous
force frivolous)
to begin, my chagrin.
Our coffin
tailspin
plans covertly
to pervert
or convert.
I Am is watching.
God is watching.
Allah is watching.
Jehovah is watching.
all with the same eyes
all with the same heart
all with the same mind
watching you, you and you
everything you do
yes you.
you pervert.
you killing machine.
you false god.
God is watching you.
Form:
Red are the eyes
of the bloodthirsty
warlords...
Unforgivable are the eyes
of those who pervert life...
but the eyes are clear
of children and angels...
Blue are the eyes that
shine in the morning sky...
these are the eyes
of the supreme
guardians
of the universe...!
She wasn’t far off basis, I am some what of a pervert. But what she didn’t know is that
her magnificent **** helped me see things a little bit clearer, I had a boob inspired
epiphany.
I wanted to thank her, but it would only have freaked her out.
Especially since I had a *****….
Theology in cause
turns a radical course,
terrorism chosen path.
Throes of death spread in hate
through jihad martyred soul.
Thinking not life’s value;
time will reveal God’s truth.
© Form – Pleides
Job 34:12 Of a truth, God will not do wickedly, and the Almighty will not pervert justice.
There will come a time when you have finally faded
Your guile, your poisoned tongue will have been traded
For peace and silence desired by those you've hurt
With scripture and professed prophecy you eagerly pervert
And when that time comes, great rejoicing will ensue
For we will be, oh! - so very much over you
Catechism About Catholic Math
Was reading catechism about Catholic math;
Used Holy Water when you will take a bath;
Made mistake;
Breath did take;
Must wash off sins caused by all the wreath.
Can you imagine a pervert administering
communion serving bread and wine.
Jim Horn
Do have a luxiorious labor day.
Depravity depravity
Are you moral’s declivity
Sweet libidinous enslavement on
Viewpoints collectivity.
Debauchery debauchery
A lewd and tempting witchery
It captivates imagination
And flagellates prudery.
Decadent decadence
Do not insult intelligence
You pervert the innocent
And corrupt resilience
©Michael Birchmore 2013
Wordless
This wordless poem that I must write
Hold my final words until the end
Find and pervert the answers
To questions I did not intend
If I cannot see you
Do you remain unseen?
The frost of inner darkness
Stitches in my lips loosening
This wordless poem I must write
You must never wear the blame
Something always left to learn
I will wear this mask of shame
Stephen (Stoic)
Pretty simple-minded girls are a funny breed.
They say that slippery boys take them for sport
While it’s them that chase the fleetings of greed;
They evade being hurt while it’s their goal to hurt.
The wise chap once hurt must ever stay alert
And dodge the inane schemes of such sly lasses;
He must be wary of the cheeky ladies who pervert
The very rare bonds of love they claim to seek.
There once was fellow could really jump
But his arms were blown off, left with two stumps
When with a new girl
He made her hair curl
He would dive in there, knees first, for a hump
The girl said, "Please, dear, don't do that; it hurts!
And your bare knees are just covered with dirt"
But the jumper's reply:
"I'm a civilized guy
Not a stuffed-shirt or a mud-caked pervert!"
There it is, the headline that kills
the truth in four column inches.
More pictures on page two
(**** opposite)
Perverts and politicians beware,
the righteous curers of all public ills
have you in their telephoto sights
(Privacy not an option)
You're not a politician or a pervert?
What's the difference?
It's dirt, that's all that counts
(Take the money and run)
So, you thought you have the right
To in my bed pass a night,
Not alone, with your lover,
Vulgar love-making brave,
Sensual pleasures coarsely crave…
You have my mattress defiled,
All night romances of the wild;
For hours with a pervert
Who claims she is a convert.
Now, a discolored white sheet
I’ll gladly burn in the street
To Junk Press give a story
And have you shamed Miss Glory!
Bed used without permissions
A sin not for remission.
Sixteen years difference,
a good friend's daughter to boot;
this woman gouged deep with her husky tones,
her easy laughter
and comfortable manner.
I was … am trapped
between the trite taboos
and her taut thighs; must meditate
when all are there to wrench my eyes
from her generous chest l
est I become some sort of pervert.
Yet she is a woman,
I a man -
my friend, her father, a decade and more
beyond my age -
and my hormones rage.
A dirty pervert called Johnny Vonpete
Exposed his bits to girls out on the street
But one girl was a cop
And it made his face drop
Held his bits and made a hasty retreat.
Pervert Johnny ran as fast as he could
At the end of the block two cops were stood
One ordered him to freeze
And to get on his knees
Johnny's no longer a pest in 'the hood'.
Written 19th May 2019
Syllables 10/10/6/6/10/ both stanza's.