Short Retarded Poems
Short Retarded Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Retarded by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Retarded by length and keyword.
Shred kneels over the thorn soil
well detrimental with retarded thought
life has no detail
but to copy nature like drought.
Hold on mom I just started a poem
Go to bed I pay the bills I own this home
But im almost done, "You said you just started"
I did but this poem is retarded
You’re ugly
You’re mean
You’re stupid
You’re fat
You’re unattractive
You’re retarded
You’re a nerd
You’re geek
All I say is
I am just different
Form:
There is an imp name stim
Stim touched the rim
his dads name is bim
they eat out of bins
heres my crim
buy some din
eat some tim
watch out its a rim
oh no stim ate rim
watch out IM ****ING RETARDED!
Crowds can be scary, become a violent band
It doesn't take a lot to turn ugly, to get out of hand
Just takes one to start it
Hell breaks out, it's retarded
Mob rule takes over instead of playing in the sand
I'm talking to you
mr pathetic
you dopey
half-baked
imbecile
every time you say
a word
i'm about to throw up
from your moronic
dumb-ass
pointless
ideas
go to school
and educate yourself
you
bugged-out
and retarded
brainless...
Rondelet : (Nuclear) Rot in bowels
Rot in bowels
Sealed tight in cans, retarded bombs
Rot in bowels
Nuclear waste Earth sucks capsules
Poisoned gift to children in dumps
Let’s dance in White Night till Hell comes
(Nuclear) Rot in bowels.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
I asked my doc if I
were a brilliant moron
or a retarded genius
and he put me through a series of tests
that showed I needed a brainectomy.
I downloaded all my thoughts
onto a floppy disk
and then learned
that the procedure wasn’t covered
by my health care plan.
I am so retarded in the area of sports. Sometimes it really does get me down.
It's so embarrassing not to know anything at all
about how to play ball,
and please don't think of me as a clown
but,
What excactly does a baseball player have to do
in order to
score themselves a touchdown?
Why?
Back Off
Get Out
Not Good Enough
Stupid
Leave
Ugly
Retarded
I Hate You
You’re Not Worth It
You Arn’t Good Enough
Try Me
Can’t Breathe
Can’t Talk
Alone
Trapped
Angry
Upset
Hurting
Wishing
Scared
Hoping for a Second Chance
Crying
Cutting
Pulling
Breaking...Why?
A pair of reposing
Arabian princes,
She calls Vladimir
And retarded Cat,
Are purring and pawing
In the soft domain
of her loving lap...
A distant admirer
Pets his intrigue,
A half eaten heart
Surrenders and dreams.
Oh felines of feeling
Closeness is surely
Better than cream...
Out of all frailty
I see the sea sky
and I madly fly.
Out of all fear
I see the green trace red
and I escape.
Out of all love
none the less
I see you my breath,
and I again aspirate.
Out of all sense
I see me always,
now and next departed,
and finally I get retarded.
Children so special
Labeled by society --
Morons, retarded
Each has unique gifts
Wide-eyed, forever smiling
Offer them respect
They have disabilities
But treasures lie in their hearts
Don’t measure life’s worth
By capacity to learn --
Gauge power to love
For the Harvest of Happiness contest
Dawn of a new Don
Us was really another thrill upon;
What we saw apparently was a new dawn;
Truly totally retarded;
Should be discarded,
Instead of becoming our President Don.
Don-duh-don-don; don-duh-don-don; don-duh-don-don-duh.
Duh, it must be Don. Can you imagine
trying to spawn a Don like that? Mad,
the total world has gone.
The smell of death
is and unforgettable smell.
It's acridness permeates
all things and
lingers in one's mind forever.
It is a fetid stink that
brands itself onto your memory.
The bouquet of malodorous aromas
ambushes your brain,
forever leaving a horrific olfactory scar.
The Reaper's perfume travels quickly.
It waits for nothing.
It is only retarded
by the chilly air of the tomb.
"Before Dawn"
It's amazing how we started on a chapter that was never scripted how the birds sang not on a Sunday morning.lt was rushed now we hush............!
Silence and Violence the new game we playing.
Repulsive , Retarded,Regretting that's the theme now.
lt was perfect ,too perfect .
Expectional...... chemistry , wedding bells matching shirts compliments.....
Now we are just two strangers again!
To find someone cruel or who’s lacking in sense,
The use of “retarded” is good evidence.
It’s always a put-down, it’s mean and it’s low
And aimed most at those who are not in the know.
The person who’d utter this word with contempt
Mistakenly thinks from its barb he’s exempt.
We can’t help our looks or our size or our brain
But we choose our words, which can cause someone pain.
“Retarded” can get my blood boiling, but
I look at its user and keep my mouth shut.
I wish I could be free
From my own mind
Unlocking the uncertainty
Which only makes me blind
Soaring like a seagull
Over gorgeous blue oceans
But for now life is dull
Going through the motions
If I could pass this desert,
Desolate and dry
If I should turn expert,
People would wonder why
I was ever doubted
And disregarded too,
Why I was thought retarded
Even a silly fool
Cosmic explosions in my mind
Galaxies disappearing
Impatiently I wait for my grind
The sunlight returning
Form:
I met him accidentally
While on an errands run
Got into his space literally
With my hands heavily laden
And steadied me he did; tenderly
Looking up at my savior
Left me awestruck and dumbfounded
With my mouth as a dried up reservoir
Gazing up to him like one long retarded
As my heart beat with renewed vigor
The attraction was quick and fast
Like a wildfire it spread
In its snare and die we were cast
Effortlessly, tirelessly held
And to each other we held fast.
I think about my mom evry night
i wish me and her didn't have to fight
i love her so much she doesn't even know
she tells me i am retarded and slow
i miss my mom everyday
i love you lesa is what i dream she would say
but instead she calls me a bunch of names
and tells me that me and my foster parents are lames
i don't understand why she hates me so
or why it is so easy to let me go
but if hating me makes her feel better
then i will stop writing her these stupid letters.