"fuc" poems
* *You was like,
need your help...
I was: Yes,*
*Help you Odo-Ban
and ***** jeans
my only soap.*
*Help you Odo-Ban
and ***** jeans
my only soap.*
EAT MY BISCUITS!
u V p
****
*Those my biscuits,
Ban-dana Jean...
my comely soap.*
(k) NIGHTED
*Help you Odo-Ban
and ***** jeans
my only soap.* *
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 5:37 AM UTC
Daves squeeze.
Waayyy below Mozart
n closer to a doggy ****
she's in painted toe nails
of poodle dawgs;
in colonic irrigation
of a plastic tummy tucked clone,
she's contemporaneous
with minuscule ****
has extraneous fat Dyson'd
cyclonic Mike Tyson'd
and a crows foot is botoxed
- to *** **** ******* death.....death.
so am I wrong to like James Blunt.
am I wrong to like James Blunt.
she's cut n paste n drug n dropped
last seasons face has up n flopped
am I - am I - am I wrong;
--- to like James Blunt.
she sings sour songs in
cavernous bathrooms
with a badly strung violin voice
but smiles the smile of the fuckyoualls
I'malrightjacks,,,
Am I wrong..to.
Jul 22, 2011
Jul 22, 2011 at 8:04 AM UTC
My big headed people said ity, i trusted, 'hiriz' has never dissapointed themy,
my hatred for non conformity, enormous, i surely hated the conformity truly,
i almost lost it for 'hiriz' sakey, **** it, ill never have wanted to lose this beauty,
i had it weirdly thinking ablazey, loozing?, no, i hadnt and you n they didnt realize fastly,
loosing soo fast about lowly sinking sinly,curse all day i ,ever had thee meeting to lyfy,
wit all the a vitue TRUELY INVESTMENT *** no lievly, forget me darl; once and for ever dony
one more what you waznyt quetly, cool openly, man must lively sweetly
that a day woud spoily truely, madly mey, sooooooo losty i had made a choisy,
refusing my being theiyyyyy, lucky me doing, buty, i love thater that am no longy
your timey was wanting by virtuey, truey. luck **** spyty this shiety oul
endy began truely sure truelly, fukciey, its thats badyy, me lost it shortlley
man must livevy or diiey, truely, gotta ity, man look for bread i wannaity
withought even hiriz it all worked welly, herey, i am. fu**** like ity
dead
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 12:28 PM UTC
Alright this poem is shi* but heee goes nothing (inspired by stop don't talk to me loser lamo or lameas* wannabe)
Stop don't talk to me Loser Lamo Wannabe like o totally
Stop don't talk to me your a:
Loser
Lameas*
Wannbe
You make me scream
I hate you your
Killin me you
This its impossible
You don't listen you just talk talk and talk
You just don't stop
What happenin to me
What about those dreams where's the key
I think I know where its up your as*
Stop don't talk to me loser lamo wannbe like o totally
You
This
Its
Hard
To
Say
Aloud
But
I
Will
Say
It
Stop don't talk to me loser mother fucin lameas wannabe
Stop
This shi*
You don't think you say you better think before I say
Stop don't talk to me you little loser lamo wannabe like o
Like O
Like O
Like O
Like O
*TOTALLY
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 8:54 PM UTC
I will try
So ***
So very hard,
To be reserved.
At least
More so.
Because the shi-
The things I say can be quite innapropriate,
And highly unbecoming
Of a young woman to say.
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 7:39 AM UTC
I can be one
I can be all
I can run
I can crawl
I can slither into every hole
Bathe in the sins of your soul
I am the dark
I am the light
I am not seen
I live in full sight
Born to be better
Born a go getter
Born to flow
Get you wetter
I am not nice
Worth more than the price
Feelings precise
Bug you like lice ha..ha
...I crack myself up
I laugh everyday or else I'd be fuc-k-d
Lost in my mind
Scene of a crime
Emotions when I write can't be defined...
Still I try till I die
To discover myself..Who am I?
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 6:48 PM UTC
rosees satin doll favorite orange hair thick clothe ciggerett on addas shiny pants accedent the whole doll little nos you would remember it peach polka a dot dress and ya the ros the top of my hamper wicker basket and nope never remebered to rember any of that the doll part with the polka dot dress *** i trhew the ***** bend with dithces caves and wholes the holes those are my windy road holes and the ditch just got taken care of that sentences with ditche started with a long widy road the caves was in casers i could never explain how i got my words but i sewed every one of them up and i got all my papers stolen and everything else happended too wow **** so i dont know no more again but *** k wait again yep im the **** fewfiefofum low and i dont tknow vwhat the mother **** **** is **** ya i did it was a sence i was ggoing to be talking an my greatest fear was alwasy well mark once said lurp and right before he said it it landed on me and i was checking him for the first time i said i lurp and he saidvicki dont say lurp becuse he started with dont he was at his breaking point and i just found out a second ago any fiefofee he got ****** up and almost killed and i have a question do people ypou people know get ****** up for passing seses cause i am dethly afraid i am going to pass one that sys i o i have to say the word out loud o o kay well let me try hold up i am quick well because i roll something in a row doesnt mean it hooked even though it hooked i just rolled by it dude and ya i hooked it It might be illegal on a jank undergo
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 5:39 PM UTC
So I hear,
just today,
in fact,
I'm not certain exactly when it was said,
a reliable source,
NPR,
So, I hear that great wall,
the BIG & beautiful one
on our Southern border,
the one HE wanted to build?
The one he raged about,
& of course,
while it was always preposterous,
Anyway he says,
It can maybe be a fence,
instead.
Oh my ***
Huh, interesting,
Well, that's not wishy washy,
No,
At all...
solid guy, he is,
& along with all the other rapidly,
changing things,
that he was so very,
passionate about,
And given,
the absolute myriad of obstacles,
from forcing Mexico to pay,
(haha- good one)
yeah,
making Mexico pay,
sure,
By the way,
do you want to work for his immigration?
Cuz' he's gonna need a bunch of new
recruits,
if so,
Not to mention,
workers to survey & complete,
that ridiculous project,
the complex geological complications,
in an interesting terrain,
humph,
indeed,
& the endless wordly implications,
that and so MANY other problems
we face,
far worse,
& BIGGER ones too,
Seriously,
check it out,
it would literally take,
FOREVER to build,
true narcissism,
exists,
apparently,
Though,
he might have single-handedly stopped illegal immigration by being elected.
Mission accomplished?
Do you wanna come live in the U.S. now?
Hahaha,
So stupid,
not REALLY funny,
still good to laugh,
This?
This is who we elected?
were we ALL high,
on propaganda?
God help us in times of war.
Cherie Nolan © 2016
Nov 13, 2016
Nov 13, 2016 at 1:01 PM UTC
I don't know who I think I am, but I ain't
Ain't shiit, ain't a saint, track record ain't great
I battle free will and fate over ornate quips with no stake in reality but won't vacate
I'll always acknowledge everyone that has filed a legitimate complaint
I eat nonstop, still too much on my plate
With this much weight, it's gonna break
Losses stacking at an alarming rate
Losing track of where I'm at in this debate
The one on good and evil and people that doesn't seem to translate
Breathed life into a mistake
I'm what I thought he couldn't make
But here I am
With almost nothing left at stake
Never heard the last boarding call whistle for moving on, left stranded at the departure gate
It never has before, I don't know why I thought it would wait
And being in the state of mind I'm in, my best guess for what the *** is happenin' is not elaborate
I was simply destin to be too late
Or maybe it was destiny that was early but I shouldn't fixate
'Cause either way, the screen says game over and on the board...
...checkmate
©2024
Feb 2, 2024
Feb 2, 2024 at 6:19 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
I have a problem with people that don't put enough trust in me,
When I'm loyal,
When I'm steady,
Won't cheat you out of your money,
But still thinking its funny,
That I won't meet up to you expectations,
Man I'm smarter than I look,
With your sarcastic elevations,
I don't trust you either............ Da ***
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 10:51 PM UTC
Fire questions to the sky
so many bullets rain back down
Cruelty abound by the bookstore in town
Where skagheads rob ragheads and laugh
back to broken scuttle-bug alleys and rain
the pain
I hope your age doesn't enrage you
or I hope the town doesn't become you
Burn all your Matterhorn replica symmetrical dreams
guard all bars by the backdoor sullied sweethearts
the ally of your ally is an enemy of somebody's enemy
but the enemy of that enemy is a friend of the state
Liquid LSD spilt on the raptured structures of this ***
King city and the all encompassing simultaneous trip
is only the perception of reality we're made to endure
the title you hold is a roll of paper by the door
and we burned them all for heat when the powers that be
rolled over you and me
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 11:00 AM UTC
A CORPORAL'S DEFINITION OF POETRY
The perfect summer's day.
The sky a postcard blue.
Hate distorted voices...faces
chanting: "STICK IT IN HIS GUTS!"
A lark ascending
throws itself against the vault of Heaven.
Only to be
rejected.
"...MAKE IT HURT...TWIST IT ABOUT
**** THE FUC**ING *******
God has a sick sense
of humour to have
bayonet practice
on such a perfect day.
The world whirlpools
down the plug hole
of Corporal 'Orrible's
almighty mouth.
He hates me because I
(Pt. Dempsey D. No. 835572)
am not showing enough
hate to **** a sandbag.
Sweat trickles down my spine
vertebra by vertebra.
The sandbag ***** the blade in
and won't give it back again.
I pull it out and fall
upon my derrière.
The sandbag bleeds sand.
Mocks my efforts
which displaces the book
I have about my person.
"What's this...what's this!"
Corporal 'Orrible hisses.
"A book, Corporal!"
"I can ****** well see it's a book!"
"A poetry book, Corporal!
IN PARENTHESIS by David Jones."
"In...in...wotsis do you think I'm
thick or wot!"
"Wot, Corporal?"
"Don't you wot me sunny Jim!"
His spit
peppers my face.
"There isn't enough white space
around the words for it to be a poem!"
"That's not an accurate definition
of a poem, Corporal!"
He froths at the mouth
tears it in half...throws it over his shoulder.
"Why you impudent little pup!
*** that rifle up...up....up!"
He runs me around the training ground
three times and then three times.
Later I go back and find
only half of it.
The half I have already read.
A sheep is nibbling it.
But like the Corporal it isn't
to his taste.
Over 40 years go by and
here I am an ex-army man.
Finishing the second half of
Jones' IN PARENTHESIS.
Remembering all too well the hell of
running 'round the training ground
three times and then three times
with my rifle up above my head.
Oh the agony of bearing arms.
Remembering too never to argue
with a corporal's definition of
poetry during bayonet practice.
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 4:41 PM UTC
Cascading tears fall from my face.
Love has come and abruptly been erased.
So quickly you swept me off me feet.
And the same goes for how you discarded me.
What the f*ck I thought I meant something.
Told myself you were an angel without wings.
You burned my fortress that took so long to build.
Destroyed my home and crushed my will.
Love is such a masive risk.
****** cold touch and poisoned kiss.
Creation of my darkest dreams.
I wish you'd just fckng leave.
Youve scarred me enough to scare away.
I will never forget your evil waysssss.
Thanks alot you evil witch.
You ******* my life you fckng b*tch.
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 2:30 PM UTC
**** **** **** **** **** **** u **** **** **** **** fuc,s uuuu
what the fuuuucl
**** ****
FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK
I HATE YOU
BUT ALSO LOVE YOU AND THIS ******* *****
I don't want to start something I can see the end of
we all know what's inevitable;
we all know this tunnel is going to end
we all entered it and know we must pass through it at the other end
but we don't see the end yet, humans don't worry about what we cant see,
with you I see the other end
I see the end of the tunnel and I know how ******* bright and harsh and jolting the light will be,
I'm not ready to start this with you because I know how it will end
I know I will be left blinded, hurting with a sharp pain on the right side of my head
pressure building where you used to place your hand whilst you kissed me
I can;t bare to put you in a position where you have the full power to utterly destroy me
I will bathe myself in fuel and you will not light the match
I will sit here covered in fumes until they suffocate me
its easier to fall into a coma then burn to death
I would rather slip into nothing on my own
without it being at your beautiful hands.
Jul 23, 2015
Jul 23, 2015 at 12:40 PM UTC
rosees satin doll favorite orange hair thick clothe ciggerett on addas shiny pants accedent the whole doll little nos you would remember it peach polka a dot dress and ya the ros the top of my hamper wicker basket and nope never remebered to rember any of that the doll part with the polka dot dress *** i trhew the ***** bend with dithces caves and wholes the holes those are my windy road holes and the ditch just got taken care of that sentences with ditche started with a long widy road the caves was in casers i could never explain how i got my words but i sewed every one of them up and i got all my papers stolen and everything else happended too wow **** so i dont know no more again but *** k wait again yep im the **** fewfiefofum low and i dont tknow vwhat the mother **** **** is **** ya i did it was a sence i was ggoing to be talking an my greatest fear was alwasy well mark once said lurp and right before he said it it landed on me and i was checking him for the first time i said i lurp and he saidvicki dont say lurp becuse he started with dont he was at his breaking point and i just found out a second ago any fiefofee he got ****** up and almost killed and i have a question do people ypou people know get ****** up for passing seses cause i am dethly afraid i am going to pass one that sys i o i have to say the word out loud o o kay well let me try hold up i am quick well because i roll something in a row doesnt mean it hooked even though it hooked i just rolled by it dude and ya i hooked it It might be illegal on a jank undergo
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 9:03 AM UTC
I've been thinki
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I really miss y
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YOU ARE A ***
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sigh
I don't care that you w
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I love y
delete.
Nov 8, 2021
Nov 8, 2021 at 10:56 AM UTC
Oh do try to spit in my eye
please just try
you do kiss ***
whilst I never do
Get your sycophants to love you
try whatever you want to do
but get it straight lady
I don't love you
Does this mean war
no not with a dumb *****
a worded incompetent
nothing more then a runt
I am not here to play
may you write everyday
I hope your words ****
every fuc*ng day
Your doing well
so so fuc*ing well
and when you finish
I will drag you down to hell
Byy By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 6:17 AM UTC
Poem about the feelings inside either of a couple that are away from each other and the loneliness is just unbearable with fuc**g memories.
Can you smile the way you did as ever,
because I can’t without you.
Can you laugh the way you did as ever,
because I can’t without you.
do you able to enjoy every moment of your life,
because I am trying every way still alone allwhere.
Do sleep comes to you,
I m still unable to sleep throughout nights.
Do u miss this idiot,
my mind resists your thoughts every second.
Did your heart asks how I am,
my heart has stopped murmuring just doing pumping.
©2013 Vishal Bhojwani
Look at more poem with some creative look in the book @
http://vizack.wordpress.com/samples
Apr 5, 2013
Apr 5, 2013 at 6:41 AM UTC
The boy’s hand slips into mine. The cave tunnel is dark, and wet. Not cold, or musty, or anything other than dark and wet, and still. I look down at him, and smile softly, then turn forward as we stepped into the water. Large pebbles underfoot crunch roundly over each other.
Take a breath and everything is green and clear and open. Underwater, all the even lines of an empty public school hallway hauntingly echo the muffled silence. The stairwell opens easily, and strangely so.
The landing at the top is far enough away that I nearly choke looking for it. But we make it and there’s a few feet of air and this door is harder to open. Much harder. We pour out through it, onto the matted carpeting of a library where many eyes swivel to find the disruption.
A crisp lady with cat-eye-glasses ushers the boy into a side office while barring me from entering further. She and a round, stationery man snap back and forth at each other in distress.
The boy and I are in the wrong time, it’s not the right time. **** **** They’re sending him back to 200 BC. And me to 2017. No. No.
No, I’m supposed to take care of him, he wasn’t even supposed to be in the cave with me. Neither of us were supposed to be that far away from the group. He isn’t old enough! This was supposed to be quick and distracting and ******* hell what do we do?
The people in the library push us back into the stairwell and it’s cold. Not the water, the color. The light fades out of it as ceiling glow-stars would, and he’s so calm HOW IS HE SO CALM?
His hand is so small in mine and I’m afraid we’ll run out of air before I figure out what to do, but we can’t do anything. We can’t. There’s nothing here. We have to go. It’s the only direction; back into the water and hope they were wrong. I don’t understand how he can trust me this much, why is he still looking up to me? We might drown.
I need to make a move, and he hands me some glowsticks. Somehow he’s found light. I’m sure my hand is unpleasant and clammy and can he feel my heartbeat through my palm? We need to go.
Big breath, into the watery shadows of stairs. There’s sand at the bottom. My hand’s on the door, pushing out. I can hear my blood. It’s open. Oh god, ***
I’m awake
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 12:11 PM UTC
You weren't vertical with your rhyme,
na brov you weren't a stand alone dime.
Throwing it in the air and landing face down,
you now horizontal laughable like a clown.
But we ain't here to watch you blow up,
more like deflate, claiming this was a set up.
Tripping over your words like a stuttering
F.. *** k you... and there's ya muttering...
No one follows you, more like your wife walking
out on the embarrassment, **** blocking
you as she got an itch that wasn't seven years,
more like size matters and yours were in arrears.
Look I don't want to put you down, I want to hit
you so hard you feel it in the next life. Llease quit
cos you haven't got what it takes to spit lyrics
you have dry mouth, your words are you own critics.
Jun 6, 2020
Jun 6, 2020 at 3:52 PM UTC
Are you going through a hard time?
Do you feel emptiness and pain
Like me?
It's okay
We are human beings
Here hold my hand
We will not break
We will fight on
We remain unbroken
We are poor
We are tired
We are searching
Searching for meaning
Searching for something
Oh this life
This life
Somebody should have told me
I am learning for myself
Are you seeing like me
Seeing how hard it can be?
I am more
More than just a body
I am not a materialist
We are fighting
We are fighting
We are fighting
I am fighting
I am poor
And as hard as I have studied
As much as I have studied
I still can't find a job
We are fighting
Don't stop fighting
And why do I breath heavy like this?
It must be life that weighs heavy on me
Still Still
I do not want pills
Or Sympathy
Just more hard times
Get up, get up!
We are still here
We are still Fighting
This is earth
We are strong
We will not break
We will not break
I went to college
Then I got a credential
Still no job
Still no job
Almost 30, still no job
These dollars are practically worthless!
Quantitative easing
The Fed
What a miserable institution
Printing more and more
Hyper inflation
Worthless American dollars
Let's be strong
Let's get strong
They cannot break
They will not break the iron will
The iron will
Forged in fires
Of endless hours alone
The emptiness alone alone
There was no one
No one
Just some hope or something
Something that no one can ****
I am man!!!!!!!
This is earth!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am not a super soldier
My body ages
My weak frail human body
Work out
Again and again
Again and again
Are you poor like me
Do you look for love
But you can't find it?
People can be terrible
Forget them
You are still here
Still here and still fighting
You cannot take that away
Say your name!
I am Matt
Almost 30 earth years
Motherf*****
Come on!!!!!!!
I'm ready for more pain
More emptiness
I'm ready
I am ready
I will not break
Spinning earth spins round and round
Human bodies go up and down
It's a crazy *** place
I try to do what is right
To be good
I show love to people
Are you like me?
I am earth man
I am earth man
I will not fear
I do not fear
I keep the times
I keep the times
I am the keeper
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 9:02 PM UTC
You you you and you
you are always in my
space and then again
in my space so go
away before the
police arrive you
better get the hell
out of here or go jump in the water and swim
Across the country to someone
Else and cheat on em like.
you did to me you fuc**ing
******* me life up now get out
Of mine before I cause real shi*
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 7:03 AM UTC
You know its funny when all these years you wanted to be around with people, then suddenly, you want yourself to be secluded and isolated at the same time. You don't want attention. You even refuse the hands of those people who are reaching out for you. You of all people? You who always wanted to hang around with friends. You who always wanted to see the people you love brimming in happiness. You of all people who always reach a hand to your loved one's whenever you see them in despair.
Look how things strangely turn all this upside down. You who merely thought that everything will just go accordingly. But NO. Times change. People leave. And memories fade.
*"I want to be alone.
Secluded from the reality.
Pain? Loneliness?
Those are only excuses.
The truth is,
You want to be free.
You want to see yourself
as you,
Not worrying about
What other people might say.
Tranquility?
There are moments
Where you want to
Turn back time.
But you CAN'T.
Reality is a sore
Where everyone is
Forced to stare
Without any option.
Cruel. Right?
No.
It's what it can only offer.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
*** Ugh! Nevermind."*
Jul 23, 2016
Jul 23, 2016 at 10:49 PM UTC