"dissed" poems
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U text me dis
I text U dat
She dissed my dis
I sent last Sat.
U LOL’ed
on down the list
I sexted sixth—
my 7th missed.
U banned my width
I booked your face
U twittered on—
She saved my space.
U scrolled me down
He tweeted smiles
We USB’ed,
recharging miles . . .
U giga-bit
encrypted files;
I saved as mine
and cached denials.
In digital
we re-erased,
then Skyped our souls
and interfaced.
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 5:36 PM UTC
♂ ♂ ♂ ♂ ♂ ♂ ♂ ♂ ♂ ♂ ♂
Fatherless broods, whose mothers hoped for change
Fight the law, abort their restoration;
Attack, burn, riot… consider nothing strange
Extorting payout from their host nation.
Fatherhood, dark elephant in the room,
Denigrated, dissed by baby-mamas
In his absence, speaks potently of doom
(Apparently blessed by both Obamas…)
***** donation, filling the wombs with child,
Disorganized communities, off-course
Guarantee police work when thugs run wild.
With marriage faltering in the race: lame horse.
Inhuman nature being what it is
Be careful who you shoot—and hold your ****
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 9:32 AM UTC
The Christmas rush has started, and the countdown has begun
Advent doors are opened, but look what you have done
You've ridiculed the Bounty bar, and your spoiling all the fun
Why buy a Celebration, if your not happy after one ?
What's behind the cardboard doors, what did you all expect
A gold ring perhaps, or the keys for a corvette?
Why bother with an advent, when you have no respect
There's no need for chocolate genocide, or coconut neglect
You shouldn't be so outraged, with your Christmas Celebrations
I don't understand the malice, or the advent hesitations
If you don't want a bounty, buy heroes or sensations
It's hardly a matter for Interpol, or the united nations
Celebrations are your choice, there's no cause for your regret
The outcome is quite obvious, why are you so upset
Are the pictures not a clue, to what your gonna get ?
No rarity of Bounty hunters, so don't mess with Boba Fett
Are Maltesers that much lighter, in a Galaxy far away
Maybe you will find Mars, in between the Milky Way
A Twix or Galaxy Caramel, they we're for a different day
But you've dissed your celebrations, and no longer want to play
Some YouTube clips have surfaced, and I have read the blogs
I think it's just pathetic, seeing chocolate thrown down bogs
Your creating your own misery, as well as yule time logs
You won't be very happy, when your toilet blocks and clogs
On day two you still complained, and you wanted to resist
Is that because the chocolate, was not on your Christmas list
Would you be pleased with mistletoe, if you never did get kissed
Christmas spirit has been lost, with your Snickers in a twist
Some people are just morons, that's the message that they've sent
Their expectations are to high, and cruel jokes are never meant
Why is Bounty not as good, to start of an event
A Snickers in your calendar, doesn't mean a ruined advent
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 1:58 PM UTC
They promote themselves as magician's
And only give us pain
They remote us in a kitchen
With a apron on, and say 'hey babe'
They try to take our moolah
And spend it on high cost drugs
They wear pants like their ten again
Wannabee southern thugs
I gave him my all
Had a beautiful girl from the mix
But in the mix he did not check out
He showed noone respect
So I will show him nothing back
He doesn't deserve no kiss
It's better to move on happy with me
And my daughter who he dissed
But I will let him see her
Because that's what mothers do
Because I love my ballerina
My daughter, I do love you.
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 11:24 PM UTC
Distressed, Dismayed
Disturbed, Disdain
Distant, Feeling Disconnected
Worlds Dislocated
Disgruntled, Disorganized,
Dismayed, Drained
Disarray Abounds
Dispersed into Nothingness
Dead, Ditto, Ditto
of Dance, Delight and Dreams
At the passing of my beloved
Death Draws Me In...
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 5:43 AM UTC
A List.
The Gist of which
U Missed.
On a Tryst.
While we Kissed
You fled Bliss
And for This
I am ******
Hiss.
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 2:02 AM UTC
[Police were called to a New Jersey school after a student accused another student of racism for calling brownies brownies. In defense of the police no one was arrested]
Brownies are sweet, tasty and brown,
but New Jersey’s schools hear this with a frown.
Color’s off color, don’t you know--
mention it, and the Thought Police
will have you in tow.
Blondies are sweet and a bit greasy--
a tasty snack, not a girl who’s easy.
But better call them cake, or you’ll be dissed
as someone who is completely sex-ist.
Anything you say can and will be held against you--
mot just by the cops, but by those you thought you knew.
It’s the days of Stalin, or “1984” from Orwell;
better watch what you say; they might be listening in the stairwell.
Once we all worshipped the First Amendment.
Now "politically correct" has gone beyond heavy-handed.
Use only approved phrases, or outcast will be your fate--
Political Correctness destroyed a country once great.
Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 12:09 PM UTC
I understand just what was said
She said it how she meant it
"Whaduh bidnit idit a YOU who ma baby daddy id?"
Just typed it out and sent it.
I kinda do the same thing
and in the 8th grade spelling bee
Spelt it just the way it sounded
don't care 'cause YOU don't know ME!
Johndissed.
J-0-H-N-D-I-S-S-E-D
Johndissed.
(Bing)
I'm not bothered.
Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 12:21 AM UTC
If you're complicit
It's not illicit
To keep your mouth closed.
But, know you this,
When women are dissed
With words like ***** and **
You're surely committing
Sins of omission,
From your head
Down to your toes.
You left no doubt,
When you didn't speak out,
You're spineless
And missing marrow.
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 1:30 PM UTC
I live in a place …
Where intelligence
Is dissed
And ignorance
Is bliss
Where refusing
To be forced into a box
Is taking a questionable risk
And if you
Step out of place
All eyes will shift
Where accepting the life
You’ve been assigned
Is just a formality
And you’re constantly being
Criticized for your individuality
I live in a place …
Where you have to
Play your role
The stage is set
So forget about
Your own goals
Do what you’ve been told
And you just might make it
But until you do
You’ll have to fake it
So secretly read up
Ingest all you can
The only way to
Escape ignorance
Is to devise an
Intelligent plan
Oct 1, 2012
Oct 1, 2012 at 12:46 AM UTC
Everybody died today,
metamorphosis - never completed.
Maturity entrapped the folks,
even the children, teeny, tiny babes,
The stars never danced in their eyes;
the sky wouldn't allow Starry Nights.
I only ever told stories, those Wisdoms
passed on from my grandpap,
dissed in the corners of the streets,
I look up for my internal stars
and wish these people would combust
and finally clear the air
so my grandpap could breathe.
he only wanted to be heard
7/30/14
PPropper
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 1:11 AM UTC
LOOKS, LOOKS, LOOKS
that's all anyone ever talks about anymore
and I'm so **** sick and tired of it
People
insult me and put me down
but what they don't realize is
I put myself down
every single time I look in the mirror
So I avoid looking at my reflection
hoping to escape my demons
Praying that my very presence won't offend
wishing my eyes would stop seeking
the imperfections
I'm surrounded by guys
and being the only girl I'm a target
they take their chance
and one by one take a shot at me
They say it's only teasing but if that were true
then why do you always say these things?
So before they can diss me
I diss myself
I always say dissing myself
is better than being dissed
They tell me I'm beautiful one minute
then claim to rather commit suicide than
be attracted to me
and I hide beneath clothes
hiding my body as best as I can
and hide my identity with my hair
I remember being compared to other girls
they were always angels
and I was just the monster hiding under the bed
Ask anyone and they'll say I'm strong
nothing will ever hold me down
but that I'm a little insecure
but they don't know that
beneath the rough exterior is just a girl
with a heart
begging to be loved
I've always been the strange quiet one
with her face stuck in a book
a passion for music
and a love of writing
But back in elementary
I never ate breakfast
a few spoonful's of yogurt for lunch
and a bite or two of dinner
I was so skinny my family called me
Flaca, skinny in spanish
Everyone always said
"you're just so skinny and small"
and never glanced at me twice
but now that I eat they all say
"you're such a fat ***
I'm still just a sack of bones
just with a little more meat now
And I remember being told for the first time
"you're beautiful"
but I never believed
not after being told I was liked but
that I wasn't good enough to be dated
or that I'm a "mega *****
"if you're going to be weird don't talk to me"
"you have a witchy nose, like Pinocchio"
"fat ugly lips"
and ******* ugly as ****
No I never believed the
"you're beautiful" line
because I never felt beautiful
or even deserving of that stupid line
and now I'll admit
I'm afraid to believe or even think for just one second
that I could ever be
Beautiful
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 12:12 AM UTC
it's not just putting up with it
it's so much more than getting into it
agree, or disagree?
but to take a view on anything
you need to put your mind to it
accept, or reject?
go out of your way to make up your mind
i'm not getting paid for that
worth it, or turf it?
we may never mean to cause offence
but we always have to choose a side
hypocrite, or critic?
for me i find it hard to be
two different people simultaneously
missed, or dissed?
in a universe of opportunity
different people need to co-exist
chosen, or frozen?
the fact that you're on time and i'm not
doesn't mean our time's the same
zealous, or jealous?
just because we have our different ways
it's not an excuse to insinuate
grateful, or hateful?
because stereotyping different people
ends up an indictment on oneself
choose it, or lose it?
and when we call each other names
that we may or may not understand
childish, or selfish?
and here's the thing:
it might be worth being benevolent
and help each other through whatever strife
no matter how big or how small
but i guess to be truly tolerant
you should probably live the kind of life
that doesn't need to be tolerated at all
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 7:58 AM UTC
We met on the morning when the sun waded
through the window
mopping up the nights shadows as it invaded
every corner of my working space.
I was ready to react to other poets at work on AP.
She came along with a blistering title
and abundance of words, beguiling
and packed with imagery, dark and dense,
laced with succinct and sinful metaphors
wolves and watchmen, ****** energy swirling
around in thickets and primroses
promises broken and bleeding on the threshold
of their hearts, but gone, each on their own
sun and sin sprinkled pathways to other partners.
Only she wrote poems
He wrote her off!
Who was this stranger, tearing her heart out
on these pages, soulful and sinful, unheeding,
unashamed at being beaten and bruised
by her lovers tantrum now
migrated to a new nest of instant **********
She bled her words out in rhyme and rhythm
Holding on to fragments of a dream
fast fading at the edges.
I wrote her some lines of happiness
instinctively telling her to calm down
and think about what freedom meant
and where it lead in the rocking horse world
of thin relationships.
She replied with two words
in acid structure: **** off!
I never heard from her again.
The sunshine continued to invade the day.
Author Notes
True story. Old story. Love story are born and die this way. There are hundreds of poems on this site that used just those words when either gets dissed. Bad luck goes good luck comes. The sun continues to invade the day.
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved.
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 1:18 AM UTC
IF ONLY YOU KNEW HOW MUCH I MISS YOU
SHOULDN'T HAVE DISSED YOU I WOULD TAKE IT ALL BACK
IF I COULD JUST KISS YOU ONE LAST TIME
SHOULD HAVE LOOKED AT THE SIGNS WAS SO BLIND.
HOOKED UP THESE RHYMES TO SAY HOW I FEEL
INVITE YOU INTO MY MIND
DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES A DAY I THINK ABOUT YOU?
HOW LONELY I AM WITHOUT YOU
MY EMOTIONS SWING FROM HAPPY TO SAD.
WISHING I WOULD BUMP INTO YOU
SO I CAN SEE YOUR STYLE AND SEE YOU SMILE ONCE MORE
SOMETIMES I DONT WANT TO HEAR YOUR NAME OR YOUR VOICE
SO I HAVE TO MAKE A CHOICE
I CHOOSE TO FORGET YOU EXIST.
EVEN THOUGH IM NOT ALL TOGETHER WITHOUT YOU
YOU CAN'T SEE HOW THIS PAIN IS MAKING ME HYSTERICAL
IT’S A SHAME
GUESS I PLAYED TO MUCH GAMES
YOU WENT FOR THE FAME.
LEFT A STAIN ON MY CHAMBERED WALLS
IT HIT STRAIGHT IN THE MIDDLE LIKE A DART
WE LOST OUR SPARK BUT I LEFT MY MARK
I WAS THE FIRST TO GET TO YOUR HEART
YOU ALWAYS REMEMBER YOUR FIRST AS YOUR LAST.
IT’S NOT EASY TO SHATTER LIKE GLASS
EVEN IF IT’S THE PAST
THESE FLASH BACKS GOT ME WISHING YOU WOULD COME BACK TO ME
LOVE CAN’T BE HIDDEN UNDER A COVER.
IT CAN ONLY MAKE YOU THOUGHER
CANT BE BOUGHT OR BE TAUGHT
YOU FIND IT ON YOUR OWN
YOU'LL KNOW IT WHEN YOU SEE BECAUSE YOU'LL FEEL IT
YOU CAN’T FIGHT IT SO YOU CAN ONLY ENJOY IT.
IF YOU KNEW HOW HARD IT IS TO LET YOU GO
WITHOUT LETTING YOU KNOW EXACTLY HOW I FEEL
EVERY TIME I TRY YOU MAKE ME WANT TO CRY
DIFFERENT TIMES YOU PASS BY I WANT TO DIE
WE CAN’T BE FRIENDS
BECAUSE MY REPRESSED FEELING IS STILL THERE.
Shannon pollard
January 1, 2007
Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 8:45 PM UTC
She scratched her name on her school desk
And filled in the lines with blood
••
She wanted the GRAND LOVE ESCAPE
But only nerdy little Joey was real so she dissed him
And went for the DUDE!
---
Now she complains that she's all ****** up
(Just like she wanted to be!)
••••
Meanwhile
The world is being stolen
And the earth *****
But she is grieving for nothing
And so is too busy to think
••
She
Scratches her name on the desk
And
Reaches into her pocket for her blade
Complacently insane
She has
At last
Learned to blend in perfectly!
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 3:29 PM UTC
Like valleys in a desolate wasteland bear the skeletons of water
and the tundra is envious of the desert that's regrettably hotter,
these scars show where blood used to flow
and remember the life in a cave leaking tears down below.
My veins are an ardent irrigation system
That try to forget that I ever missed him, kissed him, and dissed him
and wish that I had thrown a fist at him and ****** him off.
The life from my blood is putrid and lucid and trying to rid
itself of hidden embarrassment sleeping amid a bed of emotions about to burst.
Let it dampen your thirst and immerse itself in this sobbing flood.
I need a well to siphon all of my blood back into my veins
and to feel less insane and less hopefully vain,
you're the bane of my tears and the bane of my main fears.
Humanity is persisting with an impossible dream
that seems to tease me, tearing my seams and threatening the steams of my inner hot springs to bring this kingdom down into the ground remembering nothing.
Embezzling these dreams from the hopeless lovers and the luckless lovers and foolish and moronic and simple-minded lovers.
So wait with me for the monsoon of dust because I must not wait in solitude waiting for my crowded heart to spontaneously combust.
The darkness for once is a beacon, meek and a freakin' immature fawn
exulting in our fictitious devotion, crying from it's eyes
bathing in the tears crying from the skies,
and mourning through our veins and dreaming in the morning in pain.
I'm hosting a caucus for flirtation but you're the only one invited.
We're a landscape of brutal simplicity.
Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 10:21 PM UTC
Ode to My Hero (Me)
to be sung by Donald Trump
with apologies to Gilbert & Sullivan's
H.M.S Pinafore
As a callow youth I served a term
as Senior VP of my Daddy's firm
His moxie and his money so suited me
that now I am the ruler of the Trump fam'ly
When asked a question, my Golden Rule
is to bluster loud and flaunt my cool,
And this evasion so well suits me
that I've become the master of chicanery.
With legal suits, I've made so free
that all my smitten lenders bow down to me
For I pay my lawyers so liberally
that I never lose a dollar on a bankruptcy.
If now and then my luck runs out
I've buckets of money from my TV route,
And since my ******* up name is Gold
the money keeps a 'comin from the young and old.
For my great fame they pay and pay
and their paltry savings they fling away
on Trump U studies they're sure to find, will empty their wallets, not fill their mind.
So listen and learn from my Trumpery
and join white men who hate Hillary
They holler hosannas for their hero DonT, though for Trump adulation they can't beat me!
My heads not troubled by policy woes
'cause I learn all I want at beauty shows
I've put up very well with my three wives,
my yachts & my mansions & my gambling dives.
I've exalted myself unsparingly
and tossed off little lies with impunity
Let fey foes fault me as vain & mean,
their rightful envy leaves me quite serene.
With my big mouth and red regal head
I've clobbered all my rivals until they bled
With frank contempt I dissed Jeb B
bashed Carson & Kasich and Ted's lady.
There's hardly a Republican left to fight
and, in wimpy Dems, I inspire fright
while fearful folks seek my mighty arm
to shield them all from ISIS harm.
Now I've come to the end of this very fine Ode
to march with pride on the Presidential Road
For my boundless bluster's so elevated me
that now I am the ruler of the GOP.
If another Trump you aspire to be,
you must never, never fret about decency.
Just stiff the losers and brag like me,
and you may be the Grand Old Party's nominee.
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 5:36 PM UTC
Always had a black Christmas
Uncle sam used to dissed us
So since im a hellrazor
In the guns we trust bust
At my enemies watch em
Scatter like roaches
Take caution when ya approach
To this **** life
Baby we livin' reckless
Rolex watches and herringbone necklaces
So what if i wear baggy pants
**** the corporate society eyin' me
I got strikes on me
Quick to turn a brother in
Take a guzzle of gin
Until its corner left take a deep breath
Im on my last steps lord forgive
Its the **** in me
Lost so many homies through the years
Sheddin' tattoo tears uh
Now that ive studied
Multiple war strategies
I got less casualties
My comrades all bad
We raw with our weaponry
No nigguh could ever get to me
Since the covert deception is clear
Im no longer happy here
Faded dreams long live the King
Im speakin' Garvey antics
My tactics are frantic
Never panic
I was made a menace out of wedlock
couldnt focus in the bias schools
So i had to drop
Now im packin' knotted socks
With a pocket full.of.rocks
Quick cash leads to the grave
But how can i find freedom
When im.just a slave?
To the entities that be
And if you expose there secrecy
That label you public enemy
Number sittin' in a jail cell
Or send ya body to hell but i dont yell
The most violence is done silence
While innocents mind being blinded
Respect ya self run ya own ****
And never be apart of the corporate
Or pulpit
Cuz when ya die theyll remember ya name
Then the next day forget ya name
So i guess ill just weighin' my fears
Strugglin' this for all my homies
Sheddin' tattoo tears
Behind penitentiary steel
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 10:35 AM UTC
1500 ft.
You speed up
1000 ft
You speed up
500 ft
You speed up
0 ft
You swerve into my lane
To avoid the blinking sign
As if you didn't see
The warnings staged in a line
You'd rather hit my moving car
Than the signs you dissed
Never heading the warnings
You put my life at risk
I wonder why you have to be
This way on a Monday morn
Then I remember all too well
Every minute an idiot born
Although I don't want
To think so ill of you
If I don't
I'll go crazy too
I'll speed up
Faster still
Getting my rocks off
On a chasing thrill
Neglecting to heed
Your brake lights
Crashing a tad too fast
Into your fancy flight
Getting out to ask
This question only once:
"How does it feel - you stupid dounce!?"
© November 9, 2009 Deanna Repose
Reposted from: blog.deannarepose.com
Nov 9, 2009
Nov 9, 2009 at 6:10 AM UTC
Hey dear stranger
I'm sorry
I'm too harsh
You professed your love
I dissed you
Hey dear stranger
I'm too proud
I deemed you unworthy
It's my hamartia
Hey dear stranger
I hope you find her
Someone who's not me
Someone who adores you too
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 9:58 AM UTC
So MARY loved a little lamb—
Especially on her plate.
But watch out, Mary: too much lamb
Can make you overweight.
HUMPTY DUMPTY sat on the wall.
Learn from his mistake.
If you are not mindful, you
Could also fall and break.
A TISKET, a TASKET,
Forget about a basket.
Do what you are told
Or your folks will blow a gasket!
JACK SPRAT could eat no fat.
Too much fat could **** him.
But mounds of veggies on his plate
Certainly don't thrill him.
If MRS. SPRAT could eat no lean
And just the fatty parts,
Wasn’t her cholesterol level
Jumping off the charts?
MISTRESS MARY, quite contrary,
Brags about her garden,
Which, she adds, is quite unique.
**** Oops, beg your pardon.
Are silver bells and cockle shells
Much to brag about?
I guess they are more practical
When there is a drought.
JACK B. NIMBLE was pretty slick,
Although he was a nut.
Don’t play around with candlesticks,
Or you could burn your ****
EENY MEENY MINY MOE...
Invest your money and watch it grow.
It’s good to save and not to owe,
EENY MEENY MINY MOE...
GEORGIE PORGIE made the girls cry
Every time he kissed ‘em.
They didn’t like that chauvinist
And the way he dissed ‘em.
Did JACK AND JILL go up the hill
Really to get water?
What kind of H2O
Would make him swerve and totter?
If these days PETER put his wife
In a pumpkin shell,
He'd never hear the end of it;
Boy, she’d give him hell!
- by Bob B
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 8:10 AM UTC
*My beautiful home
I miss
It's where I come to
relax
And my women
caress
Here I enjoy time we
missed
My love is deep and stays in
every room and
wisp
I see myself in the mirror deep in the
Abyss
Hi I say to myself, you're lucky
'n missed
Only when you've been so far away
'n dissed
If you come back to your home
make sure you are
not ******
Take your women in your arms
and see her work
'n insist
That she did all that she did for you and be
Impressed!*
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 10:04 AM UTC
I gave you my heart and you tore it apart.
I thought this love would last but now it's in the past.
I missed for a while now I dis you.
When I was asked why I loved you, I could think of a list
Now all I think of is a fist
I got kissed and then dissed.
Then you hated and I felt jaded.
Why you came it's always the same
But the way you left is what was best
Because I'm over you but now I need a four-leaf clover
To get the luck and find someone new.
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 8:36 PM UTC