"nastier" poems
China charges 1 million annually
For each panda in our zoos
If we won't pay in full
Then the pandas we will lose
Nasty Panda's the exception
No one wants him here or there
He was paid 1 million dollars
To abscond and disappear!
Here comes the Nasty Panda
~He's much more than you can bear
He's such a nasty panda
~He leaves cooties everywhere
Beware of Nasty Panda
~He do anything he please
Stay clear of Nasty Panda
~He eats shoots and leaves
I smelled him 'fore I seen 'em
That black and white pariah
Slippin' slidin' in my kitchen
On smooshy mushy pulp papaya
I yelled for him to stop
And I told him where to go
Wink and laugh was all he did
With a Homer Simpson "D'oh!"
Here comes the Nasty Panda
~He's much more than you can bear
He's such a nasty panda
~He leaves cooties everywhere
Beware of Nasty Panda
~He do anything he please
Stay clear of Nasty Panda
~He eats shoots and leaves
He hasn't bathed in ages
Masked by quarts of cheap cologne
His furry skin sweat-sticky
From the surface to the bone
Smelly cigar and ***** breath
Plus an air of upper-crust
Please keep your kids away
Cuz that nasty bear can cuss!
Here comes the Nasty Panda
~He's much more than you can bear
He's such a nasty panda
~He leaves cooties everywhere
Beware of Nasty Panda
~He do anything he please
Stay clear of Nasty Panda
~He eats shoots and leaves
If you meet up with Nasty Panda
Better turn around and run
You're bound to lose your money
And your wits before he's done
Don't shed tears for Nasty Panda
Cuz he likes the way things are
Don't forget to hide your keys
Else he'll drive off in your car!
Here comes the Nasty Panda
~He's much more than you can bear
He's such a nasty panda
~He leaves cooties everywhere
Beware of Nasty Panda
~He do anything he please
Stay clear of Nasty Panda
~He eats shoots and leaves
Here comes the Nasty Panda
~He's a scoundrel and a ***
He's such a nasty panda
~He's as nasty as they come
Beware of Nasty Panda
~He's gonna raise a stink
Stay clear of Nasty Panda
~He's much nastier than you think
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 6:58 PM UTC
As a child I hid behind the thick walls of my imagination
Save from those who bullied me
From those who called me names and through stuff
I was safe... but alone
The only company I had were the figures of my imagination
Inspired by Saturday morning cartoons
They were heroes
They were my friends
But imagination didn't exist in the jail I was stuck in
Eight hours a day five days a week for three long years
The teasing got worse
The bullies got nastier
The teachers cared less and less
The spark of change all happened when I was moved
The sight of that place growing smaller as we drove away
That was hell, down there in the place I now call my past
Heaven is up here where I now reside
Living life with a brighter outlook
The walls were broken down by the people I now call friends
I'm not alone anymore
Safe behind the walls of others hearts
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 8:38 PM UTC
Why Angels fall
Awakened by an eerie dream
Of weary angels with tattered wings
Their song was woeful and it broke my heart
I asked them if they knew the part
where I alone lived through hell
The angel closest to me sighed,
and then began to yell
“Dear child don’t be selfish! life’s not always about you.”
“You think we left you all alone; yet this simply is not true.”
Another spoke much quieter, she said,
“I beg your pardon,”
“You’ve had the best protecting you,
Hand plucked, from heavens garden.”
My response was if that is true then please explain,
how each of them were able
The youngest one emerged just then
from underneath my table,
He was a child of maybe ten
I wondered how he died,
With tears falling from his eyes he whispered
“we have tried,”
Timidly he approached me,
a tarnished halo on his head
Then nearly imperceptibly, the youngest angel said,
“We were beaten quite extensively,
and for a long, long time”
“Our wings you see are tattered now;
and we need our wings to fly,
It’s hard to sit and listen to all that they’d endured
I realized right then how badly my vision was obscured.
An older angel shuffled towards me,
with no wings at all
I can’t express how bad it feels
to have made these angels fall.
while looking deep into my soul, he struggled to convey
“The demons were a burden, sure
though they’re all gone today.”
“ Sadly, the only one unconquered,
your worst nemesis, is you,”
We’ve come bearing hope, perhaps that you‘d know what to do
To slay the beast you’re on your own;
I heard them loud and clear
“I’m sorry,”
I said loudly, to be sure they each could hear
The beast in there’s enormous
and nastier than me
I promised them I’d do my best,
though surely they could see
That I was no contender;
his wrath he will reign down
Then gracefully a girl approached me
wearing a flowing gown
Into my ear she whispered,
a message that was sent from above
“All you need is in your heart
the most powerful weapons love.”
Heidi Shavill 2013
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 7:52 AM UTC
The strings of his love
Pulled her hard.
She couldn't decide
What was nastier!
The power of his seductive words
Which bared her love.
Or the brutally metaphorical eyes
Which undressed her soul.
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 10:41 AM UTC
If I had any amount of money for every time I've been called beautiful I'd be rich in every way except for honesty. You think that beauty is measured by the eye?
We are taught to open our mouths to put on a coats of chemicals redder then any blood I've spilled and nastier then any skin tone already given.
And yet it's advertised as beautiful.
Like for some reason, we weren't in the first place.
So what you're saying is the way I tuck my hair behind my ear is tactful.
That all my knowledge of Harry Potter isn't **** Well excuse my premature thoughts of the obvious ****** tension that Harry and Draco shared hidden between the lines of JK Rowlings novelty. My wonders of paint splattered jeans I put on display like calouges in a coffee shop, aren't they artful? Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
I mean, the magazines of models so skinny you could pick cheese with them. And the women just given birth going on weight watchers. As if strong thighs and meat on your bones is something to be ashamed of.
Maybe influence is something we have no control over but do you mean to tell me I am beautiful because my thighs don't touch and you can see my collar bone?
Well I can say the same for a little girl in Haiti. She lost her life because there was no food left after the farmers took her families last handful of soil. But at least she was beautiful right?
I want you to stop telling me I'm pretty because my eyes are a certain way. I want you to stop telling him he is ugly because has scars left over on his skin. And instead look at our tactics at life. I'll look at yours for a minute.
Every time you correct is a way of showing you care enough about the little turtle to make sure he not only gets up but never has to fall again. And the way you spread your happiness like rays of sunshine with so much to give.
The silence is just another way of saying I love you. So wrap your me up in your arms and hold me like you never want to let me go. Like I'm the last girl you'll ever say you want to grow old with.
Maybe this time when you look me in the eyes instead of weight scales and eyeliner streaked tears you'll see a girl with a heart full of hope.
A girl with hand me down sweaters and books about pretty girls sheltered never having stepped out of their castle.
So when I ask you if I'm beautiful hold me and tell me all my little quirks that make me an individual.
Jan 4, 2013
Jan 4, 2013 at 7:10 AM UTC
Tried to ROAR back
Louder... Nastier... Hungrier..
Swallowed the voice in my throat
Thought I'd be fierce enough
Like I used to be...
When I simply snapped
and screamed and shouted
on Things I disagreed most
on Things I hated most
Mellowed down with the number of years
added to my age...
Common senses and maturity
Wiser and thoughtful..
To roar yes I can
But with great diligence
I roar...
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 12:23 AM UTC
and i wonder why tonight
my mind is screaming for silence
like a mockery of itself
shouting for a noiseless abyss
begging to be heard in the quiet
and i wonder why tonight
there are so many gaps
in my memory of past events
and i wonder if i lost those moments
or if i chose to throw them away
and i wonder why tonight
the world seems so much nastier
than it's ever been before.
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 5:55 PM UTC
some nights the nastier bits of myself crawl up from my throat and sit on my tongue & whiskey isn't strong enough to wash them down
Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 12:40 AM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
Wall Street execs plundered
Everything in sight
Then the banks went under
That got everyone uptight
There’s something to be said
For experience
But that might well be *******
By judgment and common sense
Things are getting nastier
Than they’ve ever been
But what is it they plan to do
If they want to win
Folks can’t pay their mortgages
Or their grocery bills
They believe in country first
But that won’t cure their ills
Attacking the opposition
Doesn’t provide an answer
That can actually address
This ever-growing cancer
Things are getting nastier
Than they’ve ever been
But what is it they plan to do
If they want to win
One side’s throwing mud
At the camera screen
The other offers no solutions
You know what I mean
Desperation brings out insanity
But it don’t do a thing
For folks like you and me
Things are getting nastier
Than they’ve ever been
But what is it they plan to do
If they want to win
Things are getting nastier
Than they’ve ever been
While suggestions and solutions
Have been paper thin
The question shouldn’t be
Who is he or she
All I want to know
Is what they’ll do for me
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2015. All rights reserved.
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 7:04 PM UTC
I must get down town
Get my teeth sharpened
To give a nastier bite
Yes a bite to remember
That my victims will not
Oh ! how nice to bite
An evil dream come true
My claws to be done too
Making a loud clash of course
If not , I'll be empty of my music
I have to keep an eye out
For him with the Vorpal sword
I believe , he's my mortal foe
Resting by the Tum Tum Tree
Awaiting to cut me down
I Jaberwocky , with eyes aflame
Like to whiffle along
Through the beautiful Tulgey wood
Bubbling in tune as I happily go
Sensing danger near at hand
Swish , swish , swish went his sword
Sway , sway , sway went my body
But the devil, he ****** well is
Dug , dug , dug, deep inside of me
My green blood Spraying all around
He galloped of without a horse
With my head held high aloft
But, so much little did he know
That, when night should verily fall
Cronjyceuse will set me right as might.
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 12:22 PM UTC
I don't speak for or against
Except that I do speak
For humanity, against violence
If you...pick up that blob of attack
Smother it with vengeance
and throw; then run...and run as fast as you can
Because it will come back
As a bigger, nastier blob
Run, but a hiding place you won't find
How can you run from hatred?
When it has sunk into your very bones
Do you see it in the mirror each day?
It is eating up your soul
How can you live in peace?
With so much ugliness creepily creeping up
How low can you stoop? Another hit will tell
Why can't you control the bad
If it is really so, through good?
What's the difference then, between you and them?
You **** innocents in the process too
Then you too, must be a terrorist, dear government, isn't that true?
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 3:40 PM UTC
The rich man might just believe
He can buy all he ever wants
But he didn’t do it all alone
No matter how he flaunts.
The factory that bought him
His mansion and his yacht
Exists because he had plain folk
To build him what he’s got.
The litter bearers took him
Wherever he wanted to go.
The farmhands used their strength
To *** fields and make them grow.;
Mechanics and the engineers
Are who made his fine wheels turn.
So, why is this such a hard lesson
For the rich among us to learn?
Without us they are nothing,
Just overdressed blowhards
With rich antecedents and
A stacked deck of cards.
Not every poor person would
Know how to handle great wealth
But maybe could try if it weren't
For their talent and great stealth.
Something happens to rich people
When they deal with the poor.
They forget about their Bible
And what that teaching is for.
Some forget the Torah and
Yet others forget the Quran
As if those who speaks of decency
Are a political also-ran.
So I should be forgiven if I
Wish they fail at their work
And they have to toil in the field
Like those of us they call jerks.
I wish their wives had to
Patch their household clothes
Then pray the place they live in
Is not subject to be foreclosed.
We once had a government
That worked hard in our favor
To rescue us from carpetbaggers
But now they’re a much nastier flavor.
After almost a century of work
To build a nation for the common good
Programs are being thrown out by
A batch of Congressional deadwood.
Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 9:24 PM UTC
the ashtray was looking more
and more
like a sick hedgehog
and her yellowed fingers
added one more quill to it
she sat back in her chair
work wasn't in the best of stages lately and
her office looked like a junkie's
trailer. You could
scrape the nicotine
off the walls. In fact, she
would get nicotine under her nails if she
just scratched her skin
anywhere
But otherwise she was
a beauty
and that was a problem. Beautiful
women have the worst
luck in marriages
The husband left and the two girls went
with him
They were sick and tired of her
habit to consume more cigarette smoke than
oxygen
And drinking was also a problem
though not nearly
as big
The worst drinking has ever done to her
was to make her lose
the driving license which she never
bothered to take back
The real problem was,
as always,
a lack of money. If the **** phone didn't
ring soon
she would have to **** someone
for a pack of cigarettes
Assuming she could still
****
someone with her body rotting from the
inside. She was fine with
breast cancer
but now lung cancer joined too
and it was by far nastier
Still
that was all right
It doesn't take a healthy body to pull
a trigger
And speaking of triggers
She opened a drawer in her desk
took out the gun
studied it
Not loaded
She browsed through the drawer
Only one bullet left. One single bullet.
These things cost money
too
**** it
But it's like they said back in
the mercenary camp
The last bullet is always preserved to be
used on the self
She loaded the bullet into the
gun
A life lived well is one
lived without regrets and without
ever asking for mercy
or feeling sorry for yourself
At 39
she had that. There was nothing
else to be taken
away from it
She put the gun to her
temple
Smiled
"Except for a final smoke."
Feb 8, 2021
Feb 8, 2021 at 3:31 AM UTC
It's honestly not healthy, how sick I sometimes get
I have a set of records between myself and I:
I once went nine days without showering
Three days without eating
Two days without talking
One day without my mind even in the right places
The record I'm working on now darker, nastier and I can't believe I've even touched it
I had gone a year without--
And then a month without----
But then those scores broke and I'm not even down to an hour without----
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 8:31 PM UTC
MATURECONTENT
Just a goof I swear*
Call this the Catalina.
Your girl p#### wetter than aquafina
Whispers in my ear how she nastier than Trina
Grabbed me by the d### and swore she'd make me a believer
Then we left the crowd as we headed toward her beamer
Thinking to myself, this girl might be a keeper
Opened up the door,
I see her knees getting weaker
Turned around and told me, how she is a screamer
Cool with me, just gonna cut up the speakers
Both climb aboard, says she wanna play receiver,
I will do the chores, I can be your cleaner
Just call me Stanley Steamer,
now girl drop it down and show me that ******
We f##### so hard I believe I broke a femur
All I heard was SNAP,
Onamotapiea,
Turned so red thought she caught scarlet fever
Looks me in the eyes, and begs I never ever leave her
Read between the lines, I seen her as a deceiver
Then she ****** me dry, nicknamed is over-achiever
Hopped out the whip, said I dont like your demeanor
Frustration made me trip so I threw up a finger
Yelled before I dip, good luck with the gonorrhea
Haven't seen her since and I hope I don't either.
-Ajm
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 11:09 PM UTC
as life here by one in all
there's also a fall hitherto
a straight jacket into woe
wherein mesh but wavers heed
a counter box of hip hop again
this occasion best suit ours
though an ungrateful quench now
a nastier punch than seasonal mix
till metaphysical feat on bay shore
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 6:11 AM UTC
The things I’d like to do to you
Or more specifically
The things I’d like you to do to me
Up against the wall
Spread out on a table
A bed, yours or my mines
Any surface will do
As long as I get you, all of you
I won’t complain
I want it rough and fast
Or sweet and slow
Scratch that
On second thought the nastier the better
Run your fingers through my hair
Grip it firmly and bite my neck
I’ll run my nails against your back
Claws sinking into skin
We engulfed by wild passion
There is screaming and yelling
Nibbling and biting
I’m not sure who is loudest
But as we pound into each other into oblivion
I really don’t care
It hurts but you like it and that is what makes it so good
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 12:47 PM UTC
A nuclear war is as dumb as a bad dream
Nobody will live to see the fatal effect of such a steam
War is criminal. War is inhumane and deadly
And rich nations will be as poor as dead shells in the sea
Everyone agrees that war is suicidal
Everyone agrees that war brings mortar, anger
Hunger, pain, suffering, death, horror and terror
But a nuclear war is deadlier, nastier and bloodier
More painful, more criminal, more diabolical
More devastating, more witless and more evil
Human being was born to put things together
To build, not to annihilate and not to ******
God created humans to make the world better
Not to destroy, not to burn or to shatter
A nuclear war would be a total disaster
No human is really dumb to have such a war
Let's swear not to have a **** one. We can roar
Like lions to scare off the tigers. We can fistfight
All we want. The best way to test our might
Is to dialogue, to talk to each other like humans
To avoid the ruins and to find lasting solutions
A nuclear was is a universal nightmare
War does not solve anything in the deep stratosphere
Frankly, a nuclear war is absolutely unnecessary
Wake up people to smell and inhale the coffee.
Copyright © February 2016 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Oct 4, 2025
Oct 4, 2025 at 12:44 AM UTC