Sugar Daddy
I wish I was
the acid trip
on your tongue
in other words
I want to
blow your mind
so that you come
back to me
like a junkie
returns to their
dealer
for feel-good
poison potions
then I want
to pimp you
to the people
in my life
yet keep you
to myself
like a stolen
stash
of cash
which I will
launder on
garish
lavish
gifts
that I will
use to bribe you
into becoming
the bride of this
tapped-out tycoon
so please sign
my air tight
prenup
which clearly
stipulates
that you’ll never
strip me of my
sanity when
you go
Posts Tagged ‘Angst Poems’
Poet: Ivan Jenson
Posted: June 23, 2016 in Musing, PoetryTags: Angst in Relationship Poetry, Angst Poems, Angst Poetry, BoySlut Poetry, Erotic themed poems, Erotic themed poetry, Insufferable Poems, Insufferable Poetry, Ivan Jenson, Poems by Ivan Jenson, Poet Ivan Jenson, Sugar Daddy Poems, Sugar Daddy Poetry
Poet: Paul Tristram
Posted: June 20, 2016 in Musing, PoetryTags: Angst in Relationship Poetry, Angst Poems, Angst Poetry, BoySlut Poetry, Observational poems, Observational poetry, Paul Tristram, Poems about Anger, Poems about Anxiety, Poems about Relationship Anger, Poems about Relationships, Poems by Paul Tristram, Poet Paul Tristram
A Bag Of Puckering Arseholes
“Oi!, if you bang on that front door
one more sodding time.
I’m throwing down this half-full
pot of piss onto the lot of ya.
I told you that as soon as the last kid
left home so would you be.
Now it’s been 3 months
get over it and move on already.
I’d call the Heddlu
but I’m not threatened in the slightest,
more irritated like.
It’s half past midnight for Christ Sake!
and you’ve brought
your 3 divorced friends ‘round
from The Lamb & Flag
with you for moral support.
Aww, my heart pumps piss for ya,
they couldn’t save
their own cowing marriages.
I’ll be Damned
if they’ll be doing owt for yours.
Now, fuck off and take ‘em
bag of puckering arsehole mates with ya
before I let the new dog out, ya useless cunt!”
© Paul Tristram 2016
Poet: Terry Smith
Posted: June 19, 2016 in Flash, PoetryTags: Angst Poems, Angst Poetry, BoySlut Poetry, Observational poems, Observational poetry, Poems about Anger, Poems about Rape, Poems about Respect, Poems by Terry Smith, Poet Terry Smith, Terry Smith, TerrySmithArtist
Respect where you came from
As a man
I say
STOP
all this
madness
defiling women
like it is our right
to desecrate the sanctity
of her womb
not even wipe your feet
before entering a room
do you kiss your mother with that mouth
in the united states alone
a woman is reported raped
once every 2 minutes
EVERY TWO MINUTES
and that’s just
the
ones
REPORTED
in the time it takes for me
to read you this poem
2 women have been raped
STOP
why do you defile
the place from which you came
those who gave you your name
you kiss your grandmother with that mouth
one third of the population
of the fairer sex
of a nation
has been raped
that means if you are a woman and have a woman sitting
on either side of you
one of you
has
be
raped
STOP
have you no shame
women have struggled
and died to give birth
every day
and you soil the
sanctity of that
’cause
of a
flame
in your
pants
YOU ARE NOT A MAN
you kiss your daughter with
that mouth
that mouth
the one your mother
held to her breast
to give you nourishment
and
LIFE
that mouth
that kisses your wife
& children before they go to bed
and the men of power let you out of jail
’cause there ain’t enough room
to house all the people that smoke
WEED
or do some other drug
probably to escape from the reality
of what you did to them
change lives
in the blink of an eye
without remorse
that could be
your daughter
your wife
your mother
and that is
THREE
so take your pick
it was probably
one
of
them
now bow your heads
and pray
for the two
that had to suffer
while you listened
to me
pray for their souls to be free
Poet: Devlin De La Chapa
Posted: June 12, 2016 in Musing, PoetryTags: Anger poems, Anger poetry, anger themed poems, anger themed poetry, Angst Poems, Angst Poetry, BoySlut Poetry, Devlin De La Chapa, Hardy, Inspirational Upbeat Uplifting poems, Inspirational Upbeat Uplifting Poetry, Lesbian Angst Poems, Lesbian Angst Poetry, Poems by Devlin De La Chapa, Poet Devlin De La Chapa, Tattoo, Tattoos, Tom, Tom Hardy, Tom Hardy Themed Poems, Tom Hardy themed Poetry
Tom Hardy you’re my Hero
your cream colored tattered flesh
my milky white tattooed breasts
you are as delusional
as you are prostitutional.
if I zip down your mancunt
and spread your iron ego lips wide
will that inglorious slit clit
squirt fortunes of cum juice?
will it tell me my future
and all the brutal things
that are yet to come, not cum
with you or in you?
Yes, I’m feeling peculiar.
Yes, I’m feeling inferior.
Yes, I’m feeling extra-curricular.
your “ooh” and “ah” and “yes” and “yum’s”
mangle me in the dark
pulling me to the bottom
of post-lesbianism-nymphomatic-barrel-psychosis
and I ask what do I do
with all this inhumane addiction?
I bet Tom Hardy
never had to go through this shit!
You hand me a current issue of Esquire
and tell me to shut the fuck up
and grow some balls!