Short Vulgarity Poems

Short Vulgarity Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Vulgarity by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Vulgarity by length and keyword.


Premium Member Behind Closed Doors

Father -- role model
Chooses words so carefully
Nurtures his image...
In back rooms, behind closed doors
Shocks me with vulgarity
Form: Tanka


Premium Member World Stages of a Disease

As psoriasis; old scoros is'
With vulgarity; of method-biz
Darkening all hearkening
Bloated out ego-cankering
Blood money his diocease!
Form: Limerick

Ole St Nick

Ole St. Nick sat on a brick and shouted my Dick is my Dick. They thought vulgarity. He shouted Dick was his baby. They exclaimed, “His name is Patrick!”
Form: Limerick

Premium Member The Way of Public Debate Today

  
        	Politeness, Manners, Civility
                Empathy, Decency, Dignity
                have all given way
    
                   to oinks, squeals and brays
                   Vulgarity carries the day
Form: Rhyme

Thinking With Clarity

Thinking with clarity
not with austerity
or vulgarity
a propensity
for hilarity
and
bipolarity
She sat there thinking
in which direction
her life was heading
not dreading
the subheadings
and the
over-spreading
of load shedding
   WORDS
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Mature Audiences Only

If tolerance for violence be a sign of one's prime,
and indecency one can't unsee be viewed without crime.
If lewdness is excused as entertainment for adults
and cussing isn't obscene, just comical insults.
If vulgarity and barbarity be maturity's gauge, 
then though I'm over twenty three, I'm well underage.

3-20-2021
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Paper Trail

My verse I check with regularity

     To ensure there's no vulgarity

          Then for convenience sake

               Hard copies of each I make

                    And file in binders for posterity

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved

Placed No. 2 in A Rambling Poet's "Did You See My Poem, I Lost It" Contest - Jul 2010
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Forsaking 'E' - Lipogram


In a world void of trust and loyalty
It's hard to find a happy family 

It's as though it's nothing unusual in this country 
Said air thick with vulgarity, disdain, and incivility 

I lock my mind and turn to music, obstructing the cacophony
Blocking its aim to drain my will, continuing on with probity
Soothing songs of faith wash through my soul, guarding my tranquility
© FJ Thomas  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Yea Baby Spit On Me

Yea baby! Spit on me!
Tell me how hot ignorance by masses turns you on
Talk dirty to me, vulgarity by race gets me wet with anxiety
Slap my butt, and remind me of just how much of a bottom feeder I really am
You make me so excited to see the new  S&M 
Sin & Money
Marketed by the Europeans, enhanced by the Americans
Come join my latex nightmares for erotica suffocation of morality!

As We Lay Ourselves To Sleep

directed from the point of beginning to our current situation -- oh god almighty, 
they've let go of
the nation. acidic rain spills from the skies, from the eyes of god --creates 
invisible poison
with the intention of murdering upon each breath. [keep breathing] in & out, 
maybe if i say
the right thing the atmosphere will sing & shed the weight of vulgarity. i hope 
hope isn't
hopeless; i pray the day isn't all god has to say.

Take the Blame

Take the blame and give them smiles,
Get into deep by breaking each worldly tiles;
Get down into your knees,
To let your closer ones standing with cheeees;
Repeat your own mistakes,
So they can trigger their angry face;
Pissed off with this world and humanity,
Shut up your mouth who grace vulgarity;
They don't count and they don't mean your tears,
They want to see you sad for years and years;
No need of any companion to stand by my side,
I can single handed tackle this world wide.
Form: Rhyme

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