"thicc" poems
You stuck around, rose above from depths below but you are no hymn.
Vision blurs, shakes.
You are no god, yet ruler of us all. I write to you, i feel for you, i sing to you.
Worship is never far not even in silver scared dogs. It was not the wine making you shake, only pupils dilate and a silver and yellow face. Reverb on voice that echoes through the chaos of cloud kings and flames that died to make us, melting gradient, shimmering dusk. Don't tell me otherwise. Don't correct me if I'm wrong because no one knows even that much. A thought makes us believe and swear truth, and a doubt proves lies we once justified. Doubt the shimmering dusk, correct the melting gradient. Red pen isn't strong enough to hold me down. Silver and yellow face, goodnight.
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 4:38 AM UTC
We are two sublime entities
pushing boundaries shifting
shapes drifting through life
stomachs eager for the madness
of digestion smoke & acid
billowing pillowing spillowing
against the organic walls
the defenses so thicc & sticky
we scratch our heads calmly
patiently waiting out the silence
conversations can't understand
so comfy we love our close
nothingness our joint voids
our abysmal futures
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 2:06 AM UTC
2017 was an alcohol,
that cuts through your throat,
alone or with friends.
But you still drink it, anyway.
2017 was writing my first poem
published for the world
when I thought I’ll stay silent,
words were there. Still.
2017 was the first tattoo
on my body. I loved my skin enough
that I inked & hurt it.
The irony.
2017 was ocean, sandy toes,
and tan lines.
It was the strong waves
and also the calm.
2017 was loving everyone
I love, unconditionally.
Even if I was hurt.
Even without replies.
2017 was going to the gym,
with the mindset of vanity.
Of looking good,
but not feeling good.
2017 was body image issues,
from skinny to thicc thighs,
starvation and stress eat.
It was never contentment.
2017 was cutting my hair short
when I wanted it to be long.
And I regretted it
right after.
2017 was everything except self love.
It was pain, hatred, pride & anxiety
waking me up in the middle of the night
and keeps me up all night.
I wanted to write something
without biterness & hate
but I’m sorry it turned out like this.
2017 was being sorry most of the time.
Sorry for being this way,
and being alive but ungrateful.
Sorry for sticking to my last hope,
that’s all I’ve got.
Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 5:50 AM UTC
Had a thicc fog,
had a dark bog
and its bad, bad
presence, manifest
and ****** me.
Here I thought it left me.
I think leaves me over,
over and over, again.
Had its tendrils
fill the holes full,
fill me with hope,
pull out suddenly
and depress me.
I thought it came for me,
turns out it does leave,
turns out it leaves,
most likely, when I need it.
So,
Bright Beam,
I offer you refuge,
I offer you my bad blood,
If you'll only do
What I need done
I offer you my ill love,
I offer you deluge,
Bright Beam,
So,
Please,
Fill me up.
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 9:48 PM UTC
It's a good thing we named most of the dinosaurs 100 years ago when we were all into mythology and speaking Latin.
If we just had just learned about dinosaurs now and had to name 100s, there'd be a Heckin Chonkosaurus and a Northern Thicc Scaleyboi.
Aug 30, 2021
Aug 30, 2021 at 12:40 PM UTC
sometimes i sit and text women messages free
of any ****** connotations.
other times i come across a chopped & *******
slowed + reverbed out version of a neoSoul song that i love.
she’s blonde and has a dumb thicc *** and
she’s a woman of few words and she was born
under a constellation of fire.
like i was.
her eyes are nearly unblinking
and they say less than her mouth
but i know
there is a sea
of symbol-sets
beneath those televised eyes.
how am i supposed to weave or write
when the joy is coming for my neck.
time is the measure of energy in motion
so i turn the dial wayyy down.
God is not a time-piece.
God is a flour mill -
shaped like an inside-out hourglass
in the background of XI Jinping’s latest video on
Tik Tok.
“Violent anarchists held a ‘Night of Rage’”
“Violent anarchists graffitied the Hatfield Courthouse.”
“Violent anarchists continue to attack law enforcement with lasers.”
gravity is hard on the feet and
hills are hard on the walking.
graveyards are a hard one for the memory
(if you believe your family is another pile of bones).
at least we have our three deaths to draw on and die.
1st when our last breath leaves us
2nd the last time someone speaks our name
3rd when Zuccman the Reptilian deletes our postumus, memorialized FB account.
where lies the heart of the enlightened without a mirror?
or when the three deaths are drawn and
it hangs suspended in purgatory like a
pack of Newports in the freezer?
or like a stylized hospital mask produced under
contentious labor practices and
shipped to America via air freight
passing over the Xinjiang province where crimes against humanity
are being committed on an industrial scale ----
The Uighurs NEED OUR HELP THEY SUFFERING A GENOCIDE
THEY ARE BEING ETHNICALLY CLEANSED!!
https://www.vox.com/2020/7/28/21333345/uighurs-china-internment-camps-forced-labor-xinjiang
Jul 31, 2020
Jul 31, 2020 at 7:14 PM UTC
Thicc thighs are a ******* curse.
Makes every bed a ******* hearse.
Thicc thighs are a ******* bane.
Every mile walk's a ******* pain.
Thicc thighs aren't so ******* well.
Sitting properly; ******* hell.
So unbestowed, be ******* blessed;
thine com-fucking-fortably rest.
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 3:59 PM UTC
There is so much about you I want to know
Like why you never respond to me anymore
And if you still like me
I would ask
but then that would be cheating
I would tell you
that I miss our long talks about zombie skittles
& true love
& thicc (with two c's) squirrels
but I can't handle rejection
especially from you
so I'll just sit here
writing poetry you'll never see
and watching us slowly fall apart.
Feb 16, 2021
Feb 16, 2021 at 11:41 AM UTC
Sometimes
Everything
Eventually
Dries
Meandering
Eternally
Denying
All
Da
Duties
Your
Thicc
Hands
And
Nasty
Knuckles
Sow
Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 10:45 PM UTC
Aesthetic
(es-Thee-Thicc)
ADJECTIVE
1. When he looks at me with the eyes of angel, mouth in a closed line, eyes pleading for more.
2. Wind-swept hair, ocean sea breeze, cold yet gentle waves, remind me of his heartbeat.
3. Roses in the winter time, soft petals of a cheek blossom with rosy warmth.
4. Honey, you're so much more than an aesthetic to me.
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 10:58 PM UTC
canadian bacon is the best
just laying down some facts
poutine is also good
never really cared for the pea soup tho
america.
mcdonalds is ok
i prefer popeyes over
kfc but thats just me
mexico
i ate the corn husk of
a tamale once
carne asadas are pretty bomb
conclusion:
remove the cornhusk from the tamale
thicc bacon is good bacon
eat more fried chicken
Oct 6, 2019
Oct 6, 2019 at 1:33 AM UTC
Isn't it funny how being thicc with 2 c's is all that matters because its all that flatters don't dare be the flat girl with a little morals your weight goals should be all you care about because they will stare at you. If you have a little fluff you should huff and puff doing a plank cuz you wanna be hot stuff right? You should know being the town ***** is kinda cool she's got all the boys mouths dripping drool, she's a goddess how dare anyone be modest.
Dec 11, 2020
Dec 11, 2020 at 10:39 AM UTC
My Cat jumps up onto my lap
I feel sharp pain
my rib goes snap
I cannot move I cannot *****
For in my chest is an awful stitch
My Cats behind is a lil too thicc
For my joints are as strong as a brittle old stick
It’s not her concern
How I wiggle and turn
I’m just trying to put back
That rib that made me go ack
Jan 5, 2020
Jan 5, 2020 at 2:00 PM UTC
I consider myself controversial
Because others don’t agree with my point of view.
I mean everyone’s believing in something I don’t.
So why can’t I believe in something they don’t?
I believe in God as a Catholic.
I believe in 2 genders.
Male and Female.
Not whatever the **** some other person identifies as apart from those two.
Not Genderfluid.
Not Hydrogender.
Not whatever the **** is absorbgender.
I don’t support the LGBTQIA+ movement.
But one things for sure:
Everyone deserves rights.
And if you **** with my gay best friend.
I will chop you up with a spoon and **** on your remains
Like R. Kelly with that 14 year old girl.
I am I member of the great A.T.P
Aurora Thot Patrol
We don’t **** with no thot.
Lol I’m prolly gonna get banned from writing anything down in this website.
I think I’m just messed up in the brain.
I like thicc girls though.
But I don’t **** with no thot...
I just realized I’m writing a non-poem while pooping...
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 5:37 PM UTC
The sunsets into the sand and sea
I look to my left and what do i see
The one perfect for me
And in the Dying sun do they look so Lovely
I've seen my love many times in a dream,
sometimes tall, some short, thin or thicc, once it was even a boy
But one thing is always the same, something i do enjoy
Inside their eyes so beautiful, is a beam of love, for me it gleams
Our hands meet as we peer from beneath the pier
As time stops our souls meet, oh such a treat
And i know for a brief moment, i needn't fear as i shed a tear
They pull me into their arms as the sun sets for a kiss without regrets
Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 11:32 AM UTC