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A is for Apple B is for Bear C is for Cookie D is for Deer These are the things I like to hear What I DON'T like to hear is this: A is for *** (BEEP) B is for ***** (BEEP) C is for **** (BEEP) D is for **** (BEEP) When I read these I want to jump out of a jeep. (Please stop the cuss words.)
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Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 9:11 PM UTC
The ABCs
******* WORDS, A BUNCH OF ******* WORDS THAT’S ALL I HAVE LEFT, A BUNCH OF ******* WORDS WRITE, ******* WRITE, WRITE, WRITE SOME ******* WORDS WRITE, WRITE, WRITE MY ******* WORDS ******* WORDS, THEY’RE JUST ******* WORDS WHY EVEN ******* BOTHER THEY’RE JUST ******* WORDS ******* WORDS IN MY HEAD ******* WORDS ON MY PAGE ******* WORDS, THEY’RE ONLY ******* WORDS
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Jun 29, 2025
Jun 29, 2025 at 5:26 PM UTC
******* WORDS
The chicken baulked, "Phaulk!" Before Latin chose to roll around, And the "Librarian's sound, it" Has been through pursed lips Oedipus was clapping cheeks, Long before Middle English clapped any, When lions and tigers and bares Were the prime predators Even in The Garden, Snake said as, As snakes say as, Where the language of choice I know, Not to be English. And if your dainty, sky-locked eyes soul and mind, Remain unfazed by kid killers, or rampant rapers, But try to censor my ******* ****
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Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 5:58 PM UTC
Ocursed Cusses
You're a floated Liver of sins, my friend When you disrobe in-front of the mirror-unmarred You find yourself bloated and ill hued The excess soil in your cuss has stoppered What you’ve amassed in free wanting has driven you into a clot Your consumption has padded you to reach a total and all you can do is amount upon the scale of mammal judgement and feast upon your grave Look to your pillow and it’s embroideries ! Can you make out the words ? ‘A pleasured out beast of glut and ego Unwealthy and devoid’
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Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 11:04 PM UTC
a gloating...
How does one say **** you” politely? Because personally I do not wish to offend, but I’m in need to defend. To defend my actions and what I said, or did, to protest against the way you all want me to live. I’m rude, I’m mean, I’m a bully. Call it what you will but I will always see it as honesty. Why, must I be the one in trouble, when no one spoke to me Why, must I be beaten down violently when I didn’t know what to do Why, must I be tortured mentally that I want to break my own skin open and let everything out. All the, emotions and pain, suffering and sleepless night that I spent crying. I mean no offence, but seriously... **** Off
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Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 4:17 AM UTC
Proper Manners
im about to break someone’s ******* NOSE.
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Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 12:23 PM UTC
Untitled
Let's take a second Recalibrate this conversation You do know, right That I am the hinge on this life I don't want praise Or a pat on the back But even hinges need WD-40 From time to time. **** it, I need to be greased constantly I'm needy in that way (Therapy helps) But look into my day-to-day: On my left is the Wall, My root and my reason My family (my girls). The Wall is permanent, important (Those words don't do it justice) On me it relies on necessities of life. For that Wall, I hold the Door. The Door on the right, Replaceable, not solid, It's a means (to an end) That Door is temporary, minute (Compared to the house) And on me it rests, day in and day out. On ME it rests I  am the only hinge The other? We won't talk about him But hinges only have two hands, you see One on the wall, one on the door I have no hands that are free Hinges are fierce little ******* That are good at their jobs But they age all the same So **** off.
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May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 5:47 PM UTC
It's all hinging on me
There was an old man on my street, Who resembled a pig made for meat; He cussed and he drank He fought and he stank, 'till a car squished him into concrete!
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Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 11:39 AM UTC
Mr. Limerick
There we where just cruising along But I could tell something was wrong Your temperature was starting to rise And off of you smoke started to rise Then you just up and died I looked to the sky And I cry Why Why now, why you Why Lord, now what do I do I call a tow trunk to come to our aid To pick up the mess that you made He picks up your useless carcass I just want to cuss Never again we'll it be us
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Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 6:12 PM UTC
CAR-CUSS