"grrr" poems
Though perception is interesting, how many was it really, wait, the joker never drank really? did he? **** I forget. um, but I think I recall the riddler had , wait, maybe not. um,, way under the legal limit is below two , but did he, the joker, you know how he is. considering, wait, who was counting those things? what, one and what, oh **** and we... what a **** this kat can be, wait, did he really, run the gauntlet just to show the world , oh **** pull the skit, it is too rich, and he was spotted at the bank earlier speaking of laughing next time he visited. **** writers and those skits. troublesome, and grrr, they forget to keep it clean. lol
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 1:28 AM UTC
SNAKE
cold blooded adapter smooth in its capture, venomous to those caught in its rapture
CATERPILLAR
ultimate evolver unique in every state, to cocoon and assimilate into a new creature at such a fast rate
OX
lifter of the heavy, for the weak there are plenty, paver of new roads that bring prosperity to many
RABBIT
soft to the touch we all wanna pet usually are to fast for anyone to get
PIG
plentiful is the swine for weak is their mind created for slaughter what a sad lifetime
IGUANA
all I can think is Mexican radio a snake with legs smoking **** in 80's videos
OSTRICH
a bird who cannot fly makes me wonder why such a big bird won't even try
~
DOMESTICATED
over time becoming content living in a situation not originally meant
OBEDIENT
submits to authority biding time as a follower till own goals become priority
GROWL
slow rumble from the soul an intimidating stare with a glow, with a Grrr! everyone will know
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 11:29 AM UTC
Woof.....woof.....woof...woof....woof....wooof
Some Red setters dogs are eating Jewish people
in England
But why, do call them off, they are british people,
The are hard working, Industrious, Entrepreneurs,
Professors, Doctors, Lawyers, Bankers, Entertainers
Scientists, Writers, eminent Surgeons, Artists, these
are nice Britons....stop the dogs, stop the dogs.....
Woof....woof....woof.....woof.....woof...woof woof
Some Red Setters dogs are eating and biting some
Labour MPs all over the country
But why, do call off the dogs, No! we have a list and this list, highlighted the behaviour of a number of Left MPs, including Jess Phillips for telling Corbyn’s ally Diane Abbott to **** off”, John Woodcock for dismissing the party leader as a ******* disaster” and Tristram Hunt for describing Labour as “in the ****
and all the other hard working Moderate MPs who dared protest at Anti-Semitic stance or supported the Jews .
Woof.....woof....woof....woof.....woof.....woof...woof
Some Red Setters dogs are devouring some minor
Royal from Africa
But why, do call off the dogs. No that ****** has a big **** he's
Charismatic, intelligent, wholesome, has good work ethics, polite,
wise, charming, generous, witty and a ****** good lover and to top it all he's Royal. Now that's ******* GREEDY, how much can a
******* man have. NO! he's a goner. He is too perfect, he must be hounded and persecuted to death.
Woof....woof....woof.....woof.....woof.....woof.......woof
Grrr.....woof.....Grrrrr....woof...wooof...Grrrr....wooof
Congratulations People, we have got rid of them all
we now have real democracy, we have a real society now
Get in the dogs ... And all you useless ******* people shut up!
And report to the Labor Camps 7:30a.m. tomorrow
You're Working Class and now you ****** have to work!
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 6:45 PM UTC
Being interrupted by far off people making exceptionally loud sounds while trying to write poetry is exactly like having a horrible toothache and trying to perform a tracheotomy on a rabid cat.
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 8:04 PM UTC
My love doesn't love me anymore.
She says my kisses she abhors.
And living with me is a heinous chore.
To stay here... She'd rather be a street *****
Throwing her wedding ring on the floor.
If she ever had to touch me again,
It would be to **** me she swore.
As she set fire to the wedding dress she wore.
"I hope you choke to death while you snore!"
"I hate you right down to your core!"
"You're such a hideous eyesore!"
"Grrr! The wasted yore!"
"Touch me, nevermore!"
There is a fact I can't ignore.
She wishes for me to leave,
it doesn't matter which door...
My love doesn't love me anymore.
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 1:29 PM UTC
I think I need a girlfriend
But maybe then I don’t
Suffice to say
That when the day
Comes I get what I want, I won’t
Waste a minute, waste a moment
A nanosecond or more
I’m by no means clingy
But the joy she’ll bring me
I’ll glady return in scores
I think I need a girlfriend
My hand is far too cold
It speaks to me
(Between ************
And asks for another to hold
Was that too much information?
If it was, apologies are due
It’s just, you see
The overwhelming lonely
Like ***** sometimes accrues
I need to shut up if I want a girlfriend
My censorship is not the best
My intentions are pure
But my words get obscured
As soon as they leave my chest
Because... ugh... and also... grrr
And **** And **** And sigh
I just want... you know
So we can... smile?
And if someone would give it a try
Then I would love and cherish a girlfriend
Id wipe away the tears
From her, from me
And everything
And love her, far or near
I’m distant and I’m awkward
I’m clumsy and sometimes stupid
I’ve been the ****
Of love, a joke
And the victim of broken arrows from Cupid
I think I need a girlfriend
Who sees me for the poetry
Without a word spoke
Nor the ones that I wrote
Just one who accepts me for me
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 1:04 PM UTC
So every morning my dad fixes coffee and I drink some.
I sit at my desk,
Catching up with everything that I missed over the night.
I pick up my coffee cup,
When it gets above my upper thigh,
I have no idea what I did...
But I spilled a few drops on my lucky Thumper pajama pants.
"Dang it..."
I take a sip..
Then set the cup back down
On the cup's way to my desk..
I spill some coffee on my right foot..
"Grrr..."
I set the coffee cup down a little harder...
And it goes over on my mouse-pad.
I glare at the cup..
This cup has always been nice to me,
I don't know why it isn't now.
So about five minutes later I pick the cup back up again
And once again once it is over my thigh,
Coffee spills over in the same spot.
I take a sip, set the cup down, and look at my pants..
"My Thumper pants are going to have a coffee stain on it."
Still aggravated with my coffee and my cup,
I pick it back up again...
While the cup is in my hand is take a different route to my mouth..
It's almost to my mouth when it drops some more coffee on my pants and pajama shirt...
So here I am in my school clothes,
With left over coffee in the cup..
Afraid to drink it.
I take a sip and I don't spill anything...
I have come to this conclusion:
The coffee and the cup hated my Thumper pants and my tank top.
That was my morning, this morning.
Mar 26, 2011
Mar 26, 2011 at 7:31 PM UTC
In the tress stood a man of wild beard
While walking one day he sort of appeared
Was covered with fur
He let out such a ‘GRRR’
That I ran away thinking, “How weird!”
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 11:58 AM UTC
Flow Like Fluid Concept by Jay Byrne of Eclectic.Collective.
"text" Jay byrne text Mr.Sandman
-------------------
I flow like fluid. I do it. You knew it.
The cryptic, mystic, Celtic Druid. rpt x 1
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"Bring them all on, mix them in me cauldron.
Brewin' up a batch o' bad beats to call on.
Broth's bubblin'. Brewin' up, rumblin'.
I try avoid trouble in me hometown Dublin.
I'm a pacifist. I take the ****
Spit like a basilisk. A rhyme alchemist.
An optimist when the chips are down.
Smoke verbs like herbs the proverbial clown.
I get a notion. Pure emotion.
Check out me rhyme. Poetry in motion.
Behold me ocean. Come in it's fine.
Jay's The Name, I'll take you Deep Into The Rhyme.
So deep.
Put your back to me brother cos me brother I keep.
No sleep now it's on with the show.
Feel the beat now I'm lettin' you know. That"..
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"..I flow like fluid. I do it. You knew it.
The cryptic, mystic, Celtic Druid."
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*Grrr...I flow like fluid. I do it,you knew it,
the Poseidon Adventure,Marianas Trencher,
I flow like fluid. I do it,you knew it,
the Poseidon Adventure,Marianas Trench-yeah*
-------------------------------------------
*Welcome to the Maelstrom,event horizon,
barometer's droppin,ears poppin,the pressure is risin,
yours widen in surprise as you enter the eye of the perfect storm,
beneath the surface beyond the norm,
moments ago the surface was placid and warm,
Now the Sandman's here...Sea's turbulent,
sound the alarm,
too late wrong Siren,your crew is all charmed,
chain yourself to the mast spindrift whips past,
as I froth up the sea's with my breath,
mermaids approach eyes promising caresses of death,
whether Mariner or Sub Mariner,you're no challenger,
Architeuthis is toothless but it still strangles ya,
Mangle ya drags ya down to the Abyss,
welcome to my realm,hear the crackle and hiss,
Neptune's risin,rhyme's sussurus surprisin'-you're caught on my Trident,
______--__________________-___________
*Cause I flow like fluid. I do it,you knew it,
Poseidon Adventure,Marianas Trencher,
I flow like fluid. I do it,you knew it,
the Poseidon Adventure,Marianas Trench-yeah*
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 11:27 PM UTC
Veins, veins,
length and breadth,
intertwined
beats to freedom
or desolation;
a terminus
lost on a circular.
An ebbing destination,
unchartered targets,
Follow the signs.
We are a one way street,
follow the signs
on software maps.
Stumped
by sequential lights
and us, caught
in a dragnet
within steely fish,
gasping for air,
choking on smoke,
bilious coughs,
hacking sputum,
gobbing phlegm globs
in interval gaps
within gridlocks;
nose to **** to
nose to ****
The rage, the stares
the shouts, the finger,
the Grrr’s, the Rrrr’s,
the honks, the blares,
the bumper to bumper
expletive shares.
The rolling down,
the alighting,
the threats,
the fighting.
The falling down,
the separation,
reseating,
the rolling,
the thunder,
the trudge,
the stops, the starts.
Follow the signs,
follow the signs.
Robotic conveyors
for humans,
mechanical
fossil fueled
chariots,
grumbling, grunting,
wheee-ing and
screeching,
and screaming
and spewing
and chuffing
and guffing
black plumes,
air tarred,
veins, veins
clogged and bogged,
viscous, molasses,
liquid black blob.
Road fogged,
numbers logged.
Veins, veins,
follow the signs,
slow crawl.
Veins, veins,
follow the signs,
follow the signs,
sprawl.
Copyright Marc Hawkins 2017
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 6:20 AM UTC
The tall buildings literally scrape the sky.
I wonder what it would be like to fly?
Travel by a clone taxi or a bus?
The long one-way escalator is an option for the two of us!
Freaky meet with Emily in the street,
Led us to not use our feet.
I tried to explain what was bothering me,
Lack of understanding yet again,
Leaves me to be alone again.
Jul 16, 2010
Jul 16, 2010 at 2:27 AM UTC
Will this be on the test?
Is it what I need to know?
Will not knowing it affect my grade?
Where does the heading go?
I’ll never use this, ever! grrr…
It’s such a waste of time!
It just that it’s so pointless
Like nonalcoholic wine! eek!
I’d rather clean the toilet…
I’d rather eat a worm!
Than study all this foolishness
But I have to pass this term!
Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 12:19 PM UTC
.oh look, i can take a screen-shot... so i don't appear as some rambling internet lunatic... sorry about the outcome of what my original ought to have looked like... out of my Pontius' hands... just like a retired person doesn't understand mobile phones... me and a.i.? can we go back to when i could have understood Dunkirk?!
ever notice this?
the NPC meme...
see the transformation
when you insert...
eyebrows?
\ /
. .
/_
_
oh look, a rabbit?!
volatile buggers...
listen...
what?!
i didn't say anything!
i couldn't get the angle right...
does vvvv or wwwww
represent a grrr: of frustration
of clenched teeth?
let's see...
\ /
. .
/_
_
satan! oh, hey bro, thanks
for coming...
\ /
. .
/_
vvvv
**** that's not going to work...
you can't craft memes using
letters, letters are too complicated
for a meme...
you need the reserve bank of
punctuation and "punctuation"
markers...
****
my bad...
you know... the nights that i spend
listening to music,
and not listening to alt. media
commentators?
SLOUGH, S'LOW,
SL'OH....
the hours pass, slow...
if they ever translate...
oh look... 'ere one...
'ere one for the memes...
__
ΙΧΘΥΣ ιχθυς / __ /|
|__ |/
kevin & perry go large...
what?
*big fish, little fish,
cardboard box*?
don't know the dance routine?
it's a ******* classic...
a bit like the Sheryl Crow
debut album.
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 10:23 PM UTC
With a zip
And a zap
and a zippety
Zip zip zap
And a crash
And a bang
And a whollop
Boom boom pang
And a Neigh
And a grrr
And a Clicking
Screech and whir
And a Meow
And a Moo
Growly growl
And peek a boo
And a giggle
And a laugh
Then chuckling
In the bath
And then bed
Sleepy one
Tomorrow
Will soon come.
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 9:10 AM UTC
Me every single night: I'm gonna go to sleep immediately! Then I be so refreshed in the morning and will get so much done! I'll just check hellopoetry once really quick and then head to bed.
Four hours later: Oh... it's 3AM... and I'm still on hellopoetry... oops. Just one more hour!
In the morning: I hate everything that exists. I am going to die of exhaustion. Rawr. Grrr. No one touch me or I will stab you.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC
I'm the muskrat
Hairy, hazy, crazy, rat tailed
Pretty coat
I'm a rodent, a little flea, a pesky, petty problem, what you gone do about me?
I'm the muskrat, the mouse who flossed his teeth, fat when necessary
Far fetched and reaching, digs fast, burrowing, the scrat, the muskrat, low, low voiced, low creeping, smokey scrat ain't good for crap, the muskrat,
Breath Jim bean and smoke green, tell bad jokes just to be mean
Grrr urrnn, grrr urrnn raunchy, metal and eggs in the morning , coffee with cream, conditioned, spitting and ******
The muskrat
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 9:08 PM UTC
Walking down the city streets
Wearing a fresh new pair of pleats
See a dame with a dog in a purse
I know that soon I'll be in a hearse
Dog springs out and clutches my face
Looks like a bat flyin into a vase
Whips out the claws and scratches me up
I fall to the ground an throw off the pup
Late that nite I wake up in a fuss
Break down the door an leave in a rush
Jump in the car and punch the throttle
With my hand wrapped up around the bottle
Hauling down the streets, **** the cops
Try to stop me an I'll pop your top
Drive right up to the tallest hill
I'm feelin ill, needa pop a pill
Take a look up at the moon
And then I yell
Ahhhh oooooo!
Ahhhh oooooo!
Drop on all fours and sprout some fur
Cravin some mo so I let out a grrr
Ears pop out
That's what I'm talking about!
Sprint down the hill
And I'm ready ta ****
Pounce on some civilians
Cuttin em down by the millions
Chomp at the fools bleed em out at the throat
Bodies falling by the river, watch em all float
Spot the cops drivin a by
They don't know they're soon all gonna die!
More keep on comin
So I keep on runnin
Nowhere to go so I take a last stand
Load up on guns just like an Afghan
I whip out the gat
Make it go ratta tat tat
Pinned against the wall
I take it to overhaul
All out of bullets, **** my gun
The old fashioned way is a lot more fun
But I don't last long, shots puncture my skull
Flies out the back of my head leavin a hole
Fall to the ground in a ****** mess
But I got one last thing to profess
Werewolves in Compton!
Ahhhh oooooo!
Ahhhh oooooo!
Next up is hell!
I'm comin fo you!
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 8:48 PM UTC
Put my foot in it
Need to look before I leap
Zip it, clumsy oaf!
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 3:05 PM UTC
Blah, I just want to eat your brain
and experience
what's it like to think with
your thoughts
feel with your feelings
and see with your sight
Grrr, I want to kiss with your tongue
and feel hers, warm and ***** flavored
with a hint of cranberry
Yum, I can already taste it baby
Breathes, I want to exhale
smoke with your lungs
tinted and abused,
over used yet they never
refused working
****** I want to grab her waist
with your arms
and slide them down to her hip bones
and sway her with those beats
that she loves so freaking much
Oh, I want to mess her hair
with your fingers and feel every strand
as it leaves the tips of them
magically numb
Gahd, I want to see through your eyes
and paint my very own masterpiece of her
see what you see, and see it well
"Hey", I want to vocalize
all that's in my mind
and lull her to my arms
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 8:08 AM UTC
"Here comes the shame."
don't bury me inside your distorted womb
don't leave me outside
to watch the ebb and flood of it
they've stolen everything for me
I was there first, your womb is mine
I dare face the sludgy mornings as you like it
I'm on this vigil: seize the women-wombs
maybe some day I'll be able to honestly
forgive my grunge fists
push, smash, kick the terrible fortress
each of them: you've expunged me
I had to **** the dawn for me
to keep you alive
keep smiling obliterating
the fresh growling
keep myself busy with fear
for you to have clean sheets
in the long winter nights
I'll take it down on you:
look at these secret men
what I cannot feel doesn't exist
they don't exist when I frown my lips
your fat womb doesn't exist
when I grind my teeth
*only her can send you under
way behind you
naked*
"Daddy! Look at me! Grrr!"
I'll get even
look at them:
unrecognized cocoon-women
*only them can pull you under
far behind the level of the seed*
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 8:00 PM UTC
Borea, about Bob in the middle of the people,
from the Satanic content throughout,
the Yellow Age's bed is not enough,
1 lonely **** puts the radio on;
OMFG, | The terrible MOOG votes
for the actor to have been joining the Travelling
Newsletter as a Peace Center, | and **** girls,
Couples see if the brightness of the lightness
is the video and the only AUMLET;
best blistering truly with ******** shadows
on Dot's **** | one time at the Laguna,
Six mimes,
and a gray Wolf; she's wearing her War thong
and the Fed's idea of Judaism
has a lot of meanings, six of Satan's beauties
are ours if their groan is like GRRR,
caressing her opponents in danger
of being
a foreigner who has disappeared;
if you have followed 1 of us and
if it is as always
she stays in the middle of the mountain
signs that she had been attorney of the Enid
photographs, of course,
all except the App;
that is starting, | the great Chamberlain,
the general well with other bracelets,
the wings
of the weaving oh, if we remove
the carcass to say
to those who abused the face of the medium;
The Easiest's *** shows the why of the skin
of her wild girl
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 12:13 PM UTC
Grrr...
The wheels rumble along the smooth paved road,
churning blades of air trying to pry away intruders.
Far off in the distance there is a warm hearth,
Far off in the distance there are people.
Swearmp...
Now the phalanx of trees defend the territory,
Pointing out their spears of wood to a never-ending empire.
Anxiety rises within me,
As I climb higher and higher towards the zenith of it all.
Bump...
A momentary pause as the swarming army stands still,
The pace slows down to reveal a turning at the corner.
Rising up for a moment with our feet firmly on the ground,
And we swivel and turn with inertia.
Pitter... Patter
Now the heavens are against us,
Drizzling down and chasing the ground.
I play referee and look out my window,
As millions of tiny droplets live in anarchy.
Sigh...
Back home this chaos is common,
As hundreds rival against each other and vandalize.
But unlike these droplets who bond after each interaction,
We segregate into ruinous multitudes.
Honk...
Snapping back into reality an eerie silence is home,
The soldiers of nature which before looked menacing,
Extend their handshake to welcome us into their lair,
Where a white queen with a pointed nose,
Has her finger resting on the world.
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 3:40 PM UTC
Gaze in her eyes. Gently rub her ears. Grab her softly. Graciously snuggle. Give her a kiss and talk to her sweetly. Keep it gangsta and real - stay true to the code of love. #NoLimits
-
You can find puppy love in a dog's world.
-
Grrr...
Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 4:08 PM UTC