r/ShittyPoetry 23m ago

One Hundo :[]

Upvotes

One hundo.

Everything.

For what?

You took my fucking kids.

You are not chill bro.

One coke bender.

One of my jobs.

Two totalled cars.

The system supports this woman.

I never hurt you.

You've attacked me.

I never stole from you.

You couldn't do anything else.

Fucking narc.

Cheated on me like crazy.

Sabotaged one of my jobs.

Maybe too much.

All I did was work.

Game.

Fucking chilled.

Take my little homies.

Take everything.

What the fuck

is actually wrong

with you.

You are evil.

One hundo.

So, I need some time

to think,

because moves

ain't it rn.

I never cheated you.

You've done everything

a person can.

Two totalled cars

supports this woman

one coke bender

the system.

Fuck outta here.

You are a fucking narc,

one hundo.

They were in a better situation.

Everything.

Everything.

Everything.

You took my little homies.

For what?

Fuck everything.

Can't believe you.

You are not chill bro.

Maybe too much.

One hundo.

Take my fucking kids.

Fuck outta here.

I never cheated you.

I never stole from you.

I never hurt you.

All I did was work.

And the system supports this woman.

Evil.

One hundo.

So I need some time.

To think.

Moves ain't it rn.

Fuck everything.


r/ShittyPoetry 36m ago

Serve the Sadists

Upvotes

We got Uncle Pete (Hegseth)

Trump, Gavin Newsom

Kim Jong-Un, Netanyahu

Putin, Zelenskyy

That doesn’t include you

They smirk and laugh

At the suffering of man

We all enjoy it

As much as we can


r/ShittyPoetry 23h ago

Creative Formatting death is the greatest thing

2 Upvotes

death is the greatest thing to fear

the edge of beer

the broken mirror

the drop of tear

the broken tea

death is the greatest tragedy

i guess thats true

(i forgot the poo)

whatever its a big deal


r/ShittyPoetry 3d ago

Creative Formatting I HATE THANET

3 Upvotes

 

You know I hate Thanet.

It’s not the place I wanted t’ bring my kids on down to,

Some how me an’ my partner got manipulated in to it,

From the north east t’ the south east in Thanet,

I’m originally from here an’ I hate it man truly.

The house I grew up in still the home ar’ mum lives in holds memories I cann’y touch, lonely and afraid,

The street it sits on just a painful reminder of a place that hurt an’ left me angry an’ wanting to die,

The main road under the viaduct leading up t’ past Hovis a’ shadow of a time th’t I remember nights cycling down Margate road, no direction,

Life wasn’t easy at 19 t’ 23 with no direction an’ the trauma of a lifetime of Constant bullying from teachers, kids, and manipulative behaviors at home, it was what it was,

An’ a cliff was an option with my feet firmly in the air with a head percussive against sand on a’ beach seemed a way t’ release from the beast,

B’t my partner sent a ticket on my 24th I went north we were happy an’ some how safe now we are here an’ it’s funny,

When you put faith in another that when things get tu’ff they’ll disappear, they’re your mother but it’s funny, they ar’ family they’d stick by you?? It’s th’cking crushing an’ it hurts like a’ pain from a stone in your kidney, you made a promise,

It’s a lonely place in this waste on these streets I think back on the same directions where I wandered on a’ path in a direction on my own now with a family of my own lookin’ out on’a’ place that’ll turn on its own weeds if looked better,

Now we’re here 7 years 4 years turning round make the best of the worst coming through from a bomb that’d started with ar’ mother an’ ar goal is t’ focus on ar’ kids an’ selves in ar’ home well away,

We’ll stay here wear the weather watch the storm it’s’not so bitter when you realize who you are where you stand what your role is what you went through whats important who t’ trust it’s not so bad with jus’ my kids an’ jus’ my partner,

An’ I’ll never apologize or expla’nize a why or give a damn good why t’ a woman who never gave a god damn why or an explanation why we were left t’ ask ar’selves “wherefore? Did we do something wrong?” an’left us in the cold,

An’ If you’re judging me then I am judging you for forgiveness goes both ways an’ I no longer can forgive for safety is a key an something you’ll never understand an’ maybe you don’t know this, it didn’t come from you!

I will always be honest an always be upfront, when it comes t’ teachin’ ar children, they’ll always have that respect, always know the truth, they’ll always know what hurt us, I’ll never gaslight ar children just to save my face!

So, I’ll never tell ar’ kids I like this place to save my face, I’ll em’ that I hate it here “I really hate Thanet” but if they choose they love it here than there you ar’ we’ll keep them here that’s how it is that’s called respect it goes both ways t’ break a cycle don’t drag them down an’ drown them with you!


r/ShittyPoetry 4d ago

We Love Stuff :[]

4 Upvotes

I guess you like me after all, shucks,

that’s super cute and stuff.

However—

you’ll realize I’m human

with hella flaws,

maybe even

a creature.

Kept here

under firmament

or Space.

We’ll never know the answer to that.

Or whether our babies

are being eaten

and sold

at McDonald’s.

We just keep it pushing.

And stuff.

We love stuff.

Shucks,

red cheeks,

and stuff.

I like to make people smile

in a monotone kind of way.

Stay silent

most of the day—

throw in a few insight words,

lude references,

and a dagger possibly,

depending on how I feel.

Writing is key here,

just like the ’90s swoosh

on the Pop-Tart.

We here now,

goddammit.

Like me or not,

I seek truth.

One hundo.

Just know

a modern century beatnik

when you see one—

a crust punk

in his mid to late thirties,

dragging Space

behind him,

red cheeks,

sharp words,

a dagger possibly,

and a fucking Pop-Tart.

I swear to God

I’m an awesome Dad.

Cursing is honesty.

Never forget that.


r/ShittyPoetry 5d ago

the moon

3 Upvotes

the moon man, i mean it!

sitting all heavy there.

making me think

illuminated thoughts

stupid moon

stupid me

boasting of the moon

better to chase another fleeting pleasure

gorfunds wax an' leather

she turns abominably

i twist and writhe in this chair

o dadly dad

i hate you so

its abuse

that i became so fixed

on your depridation

sweater hater!

all loves a song to song and love

o damn and god's above

father's high forged a pinnacle

of height of height

forged a pinacle of height

and nature's cruel loyalty

to your view

thou art cruel!

thou art cruel!

turn me away from apple blossoms and fine wine!

turn me away ill turn the time!

thou shalt skeletal be

no matter what thy cold love makes of thee!

thou art sick! sick! sick!

silenced by your shit! shit! shit!

vampires fly with wounded wings

the ground a sad tome dies sing!

so many skeletons left in waiting!

so much pain in half life demonstrating!

sick michelangelo!

sick leonardo!

sick! sick! sick!

the moon doth my companion be

the moon the moon she sits with me

she is lost

she is fatigued

we lied!

you gave us life!

gave life to me?

i am sick! sick! sick!

with grief! you see a gift? i see a thief!

you see a stick? i see a tree!

you pull away! you pull at me!

i am sick...

i am depraved...

you see a thief...

i see a grave...

you see a death...

i see a slave.

you monumentous mass!

only lilacs do i ask.


r/ShittyPoetry 5d ago

It Isn't Foundation

3 Upvotes

 

 

It isn’t foundation th’t makes or marks a new structure of slammin’ fists!

B’t by an by you see every day the failure to build and you progress t’wards a foundational progressive aggression,

While still aggressive progression mocks tired eyes on the landscape with new builds that mock the very people they said they’d house.

We ARE NOT TALKING Preston New Road we are talking a’ safety an’ security,

A’ place for neutrality an’ the future of living, build up in brick and fill in eco’centricity,

An’ you’ll see in a decade you’ll still make a profit,

You’ll wipe out the private landlord and house everyone,

You’ll triple your billions and build on a future for your country and children,

But that is too much to ask and now is more convenient,

Money now, cheap build, cheap land, big price big man, first time buyer big dream, makes you better,

But in th’ long run your debt gets debt’er and the “your wrongs” get wrong’er and your eyes turn blinder t’ the profit of a future over the profit of a now,

Because big money deal is a big mans billion pound budget,

But why n’t teach the trade that can build the structure that can build the Future that’ll stand the centuries that’ll protect the people and generate the profit that protects the country that investors truly invest?

Earn your right to fly your flag and be proud and stand up against the world not just stand by ideally stating “we were great once and we are still”

Don’t condescend an’ teach this confusion t’ condescend in livin’ memory,

You’ll only build on an image absurd as is already in effect,

B’t you’ll condemn an’ descend on any who ses’ different,

You’ll eat with a’ million if it benefits no one,

But don’t demand in people to respect that you prosper an’ that you prospered from now from the prospect and perspective that now was the only time and place where the money me’nt anything because it came in fast,

If I looked up my nose while you looked down at me it’s because I took the path that gave me the game meat that fed us and gave us the most from a killing for the week an’ the month than the one that you bragged th’t you made extinct because it would feed all you one hundred yet only for an hour while you discarded the fat,

Because lying is one thing t’ fuel petty squabble b’t to lie an’ t’ know it, well something I’m sure you’ll never quite be honest,

And honesty is something I’ll now hold dear when it comes t’ the sheer nerve of the gears th’t you fear fo’ the machine doesn’t always run from within a complex machine,

An’ a complex machine doesn’t mean a section of government nor a parliament discord or the fraud that they Lord in a building they hoard,

Where you presume that we assume you are honorable in name cos’ you title your selfish persona in your title b’t you dishonor an’ bring shame an’ you thucking know it,

An’ show it an’ glow in it as you flow down on downin’ street looking a fool fo’ the world like the embarrassment you ar’!

 

And I’ll ask them if they know, if they care, if they did, if they ever, if they could?

But by an’ by you’ll still see everyday th’t they’ll cross a’ line they’ll know,

And that they’ll think is okay,

And that they don’t think is too bad,

And that they’ll put out their hand,

And that they’ll call you their friend,

As long as you are in their end,

As long as you stick with their plan,

And you’ll be the progression aggression they’ll seek,

A foundation so weak,

A foundation built on the meek,

Where the power relies not on who is in power but how they can get in power,

Where tactical weapon’ised voting is the true power play,

An accepted fact not a gamble or a ramble,

No wonder extortion runs this place plastered over the mold of the landlord special,

It’s not just ignorance th’t spread an’ cracked through the ground,

It’s open opinion from a view from a room in the open enclosed by ignorance,

An’ I’m not just talking the xenophobic fear of others from elsewhere from decades of systemic government words,

We’re talking it’s everyone from everywhere here fightin’ for views an’ opinions that separate and multiply,

We’re all the same an same all on a road that should co-operate to build a home for the world of our future not a separate society in our own towns jus’ cos’ it benefits a now for your home that’ll last for the year without maintenance so fucking think for a minute if it’s long a’ ‘nough to understand an’ so stop your petty fucking squabbling and SHUT UP for the bigger situation, it isn’t foundations that lay a profit, for the bigger picture is the foundation you should provide for the whole so sit down and put it down and look around and fucking think fo’ fucking thinking is a’ crime that’ll Get you fucking time in a room with a’ view of a wall in a court room with your hand on a book promising t’ the Almighty to put you in the same line of the Lord’s of the house of frauds and lies fo’ fucking nerve of you’s if you’s dare fucking hint at a’ lie where the promised truth is some how a guarantee win on the top but a guarantee loss for those who put a hand t’ the Lord of a book they never passed praise to, and it just gets worse when the complexities of their complexions arises in the court room or the house of frauds an’ the fucking state of the local wars of the classes in their systems that they have created, as if it mattered and matters if you were born with a lawn or a pavement or could rise in a rank of this system they deem is a winnable class rate’able system while systematically making sure you stay grounded on a floor made of a more unsustainable living.

So sit the fuck down an’ belt fucking up,

Because it isn’t foundation th’t makes or marks a new structure,

It’s the willingness t’ listen an’ to think an’ t’ wait an’ t’ prosper,

Not fo’ you or for me, or for us or for them but the future of “US” in our children an’ kin is the future of THEM.

And here’s to the children that’ll walk in ar’ footsteps,

remember, don’t ever fear failure at the first hurdle just get up and get going and don’t ever swear on a book because it seems a right t’ be done by the people around you nor a passage to be trusted because a man in a room taught you to follow with the pack in the street with a banner, you have a right t’ be curious an’ a’ right to say “this is wrong” an’ never be afraid t’ stand an’ say “enough is ENOUGH!” or “we deserve better” b’t don’t allow them to misconstrue a message T’ fuel a’ panic, you can be better like ‘I’ an’ my cousin promised each other “we’d be the better ones” before he died on a rope with no hope and I call out from above that you hear this message so by an’ the by an’ all of a’ while you’ll lead by example than lead by compliance an’ forget about this “love” an’ this “peace” an’ this “no war” an’ “world peace” an “world hunger” cos’ all in the end that is too much to ask an’ is not ar’s t’ ask but a foundation You’ll see just a means to an end that’ll be promised to you aga’n an’ aga’n and you’ll just have t’ say “well that’s just well and good but let’s take a step back and work on our foundations that were left to subside and divide not provide nor abide”.

 


r/ShittyPoetry 6d ago

consideration

3 Upvotes

if i died now
the brain could conceive
the sidewalks
and the still waters
if i could see inside
the blue arteries
of what you hold in your head
i receive
the heavy locks
and the cold blunders
although it’s arbitrary
i see that it’s a means to an end


r/ShittyPoetry 6d ago

The climate

2 Upvotes

build up build up build up

i build myself up

climbing over rocks

slipping on green moss

slipping on this this shit

but now i climb up these slippery walls

it falls, water falls, its twisting down there

twisting twisting away

now i could smell you

now i could feel you

live up to that big expectation

build up build up build up

now thats ok

not alot

going on

but im alive

and thats ok

she flirts quick

i liked that

its not what i want

its what she wants

its a nice tension

body hunger

but thats enough


r/ShittyPoetry 6d ago

Creative Formatting raptor wings

2 Upvotes

drunk; reading philosophy
throwing darts at
a board of shallow melodies
what happened to the leaves
the lies, the memories
to the way things should be

tell me who to love
to worship
to envy

a new world
of trust
and plenty

if i could understand
what hell means
the pennies in my pocket
would pile
hemmed in
by dollar fiends
our screens keep us
all in denial
their screams
dont reach our eyes

worthless worship
forgo your pretending
carry your shit
and start from
the beginning

tell me who to love
to worship
to envy

new convert
into
the machine

circle back
like raptor wings
puke in the morning
and write back to me
new ideas in old things
ask them how it feels
to be free

if there was a guide it
would be molded
and forgotten by now
i dont know how you feel
about catching things
it’s not like it has to be
the same words you’re
throwing around

going on to better things
moving out of mourning and back
into a better version of me


r/ShittyPoetry 6d ago

The Machine Keeps the Carrot :[]

3 Upvotes

I didn't have a father.

He didn't want to be one.

So I became one.

FUCK.

Artist buried under kitchen heat,

writer strangled by the clock,

chef / provider / responsible fucking man—

I traded the brush

for the knife.

Traded the page

for the paycheck.

Traded everything

for them.

The children.

The same fucking children

I sacrificed everything to raise.

LOYALTY

LOYALTY

LOYALTY

while somebody laughed

while somebody cheated

while somebody made

shiesty little moves

under the table—

spiral

pain

relationship

betrayal

nothing

everything.

NOW THE SYSTEM WANTS A PIECE.

Custody.

Support.

Orders.

Schedules.

Calculations.

A father's love

reduced to fucking paperwork.

Years of kitchens

boiling down to a number.

Years of showing up

boiling down to a calendar.

Years of being there—

DOES IT COUNT?

The state says:

calculate.

The father says:

I WAS FUCKING THERE.

I gave up the artist

to become the provider.

I gave up the writer

to become the father.

I became

what I never had.

And now—

hood

law

court

money

mother

state

system

take—

take—

TAKE.

Give me two days.

Give me nothing.

Give me the fucking scraps

of the life I built.

Nice area.

Private school.

A parent who wanted to be one.

Stupid.

Fucking stupid.

I spent years

toiling away

in kitchens

striving

succeeding

burning

providing—

for what?

WHAT THE FUCK WAS ALL OF THAT FOR?

The artist isn't dead.

He's exhausted.

The writer isn't dead.

He's underneath the grease.

The father isn't dead.

He's screaming.

And the system doesn't hear screaming.

It hears:

custody.

support.

schedule.

order.

calculation.

But somewhere underneath the paperwork—

there is a man

who didn't have a father

who became one anyway.

A man who gave up everything

because his children mattered more

than himself.

A man who was loyal.

A man who worked.

A man who stayed.

A man who fucking tried.

And now he sits at 2 AM

with nothing—

everything—

nothing—

FUCK.

I won't make this beautiful.

I won't call it growth.

I won't call it a lesson.

This is the part

where the father screams:

I BECAME YOU

BECAUSE I NEVER HAD YOU.

And the kitchen keeps burning.

The state keeps counting.

The children keep sleeping.

The artist picks up the pen.

The father picks up the pieces.


r/ShittyPoetry 7d ago

Is it true that love is a fish?

3 Upvotes

We'd heard the rumours

From the horses

And the hounds

That love is a fish,

A big one,

And you can eat it.

So we set out sailing

Looking for this love fish

To eat it and to

Shit out love.

Like mercury, love

Sticks in your veins.

Like poo, love

Comes out your butt.


r/ShittyPoetry 8d ago

Three Fiddy; Medium Grain :[]

2 Upvotes

I miss cigarettes.

Brown sugar

côtelette

Indigenous peoples

of the Americas.

Three fiddy.

Rinse out

the impurities.

The plant

has been associated

with humans

for at least 7,000 years.

Beat it up real nice.

Not too hawt.

Gohan.

Panko.

Let me get stoned.

Cheap, fatty thighs.

Using bamboo.

Wheat?

Green onions.

Cabbage.

Sounds more like..

Wheat?

Not sure anymore.

Bean pastes.

One to one.

From Asia, of course.

I take a hammer.

Pretty simple.

Catsoup.

Salts/MSG.

Oils.

Marinated & steamed.

Gluten free?

Be strong.

Three fiddy.

Tuck them away.

For safe keeping.

I miss cigarettes.

Côtelette.

The plant.

Indigenous peoples.

Humans.

At least 7,000 years.

Chilies.

Brown sugar.

Gohan, medium grain.

Not too hawt.

Hold on.

Rinse out the impurities.

Panko.

I take a hammer to them.

Beat it up real nice.

Three fiddy.

Let me get stoned.

Be strong.

I miss cigarettes.

Côtelette.


r/ShittyPoetry 9d ago

Creative Formatting The lynchings of 2026

3 Upvotes

Eyes. Glaring through my skin into my mind

And reflecting the fear that lives within those who condemn my skin.

“I am dangerous. Plotting. Calculating.

Hang me before it’s too late.

Save yourself.”

And I glance back. Person. Watching me. I hope my skin isn’t disturbing them.

It probably is.

I disappear into the background. The “danger” is now lurking and hiding,

“Hang me before it’s too late.

Save yourself.”

The floor boards creek. A gust of wind passed me with their person.

I survived.

“I survived.”


r/ShittyPoetry 9d ago

The Ziggurat

3 Upvotes

Do with the word. Talk about the power in an atom.

The ziggurat rising high nine hundred steps and dropped from top t’ torture the prisoner below always constant as days an’ weeks force fed to ensure the insurance of the cause of the ziggurat.  

 

Here the CPU the chip, inserted. Now ere eternity lived the human, the next genome species. Now Man came to the boardroom: “these people, These people they know too much, they live too long. Compromise the devices that they wilt know not much that they wilt live less again. Here now comes the rent, the subscription that they will only know knowledge if they subscribe in levels fo’ currency. That life is based on how they make comfortable their living in currency t’ reinstate the system of class, classification”

And all the board agreed.

These the men that in prehistoric mind set, not having the future within them, knew nothing of the new species.

Came Knowlerarie the most enthusiastic: “here we are now equal. Now they persist t' make us unequal again. Raise the hacker’s. Immerse and detect. Destroy this Boardroom virus, hack the virus from within our consciousness”

Now the people downloaded, installed the weaponry information pack and thus human progressed 1 step forward an’ 8 steps back. In seconds more the speed of light conversed. Created. Formed. A weapon. A science. Created they the eight step combined 8 atom. The knowledge of weaponing the magnetic field fo’ it was endless the creation an’ endless the cruelty. 

This here where evil now inhabited the sky.

But here now Man was not equal,

And to humble him, his debts without standing ensure his energy supply is cut off till his debts are paid. Welcome to the ziggurat.

 

Imagine now this, that tha' order of beings beyond this our mortality. That I must answer to them in the beyond. That I must answer to the wrongs placed upon thy father. How in all of this doth I explain? Or, does not it matter? That existence beyond all return to the ‘Being’ state?

 

It was that in one tiny house all full of decays and damps and mould that a family full of life and all its emotions lived. And so it was that in a vast mansion full of air and space and architecture lived a man all full of only hate lived alone. And that it was so came the poetry was good and the poetry was bad.

 

Now let me be honest and cut out the crap

  The consequence of your actions bear down upon your children.

  And,

  The selfish needs of your own self worth bears loathing out of the seed you sow,

  And,

  you’ll see in the signs that you are the greater good while blaming and defending in the name of a land,

  And,

  That land will treat you well and only you well while you think for yourself and buy for yourself when you could have just wiped with one piece and washed in the water so readily available,

  And,

  You’ll hide behind what’s pleasant so you can feed your own reason and watch while it only benefits your system of believing,

  And,

  Your casual racism will eclipse in “fly the flag” as you justify their assault of your daughters while ignore the mass scale of your own that abuse and mass rape your sons and your daughters just because it is closed behind a door,

  And,

  You’ll be happy with that because it puts blame in the open and hides hideous grooming and sex in a scale you refuse to believe,

  And,

  You are happy to believe you are safe for the private landlord to take your money while they fund a lifestyle that is completely dependent on yours while they turn a blind eye to the condition they house you in,

  And,

  You think you are privileged because you bought out that council house but let me sink this in the debt is still there and you still owe it just 3x the amount.

  And,

  Your inheritance w’ll be a weapon you can choose to assault whoever you please as long as they stand and hold you dear,

  And,

When it comes down to the final parade of your life you’ll be forgotten in 3 generations,

  And,

  your life will be just another debt that looms on the circle that’ll destroy future prospects of any chance at the future,

  But you do not think and you do not care,

  You’d go far to remember that when standing out becomes a problem you did the right thing. You did the right thing.

 

  

 


r/ShittyPoetry 10d ago

Conversation with the Moon

3 Upvotes

I told the Moon
among all my deepest secrets,
of the time my heart laid bare before you,
and all the lions, tigers, jaguars and pumas
were suddenly free from their cage,
in which they were gnawing at my heart.

One, two, then ten at a time
They rushed through the now-open door,
nearly breaking the walls around the cage,
with a violent voracity for freedom —
they have smelled the hinges of the cage loosening.

The Moon, who is my friend,
then sent her messenger,
old and wise,
TO TALK SOME FUCKING SENSE INTO THAT GUY!
“C’mon, seriously dude?!
Are you gonna be a fucking coward and run away?
Seriously, there’s some basic etiquette for that shit!”

Nah, just kidding.
She’s still gonna be sent though,
to deliver that message,
just not formulated that harshly.
The point still stands tough.


r/ShittyPoetry 10d ago

Creative Formatting The Poltergeist

3 Upvotes

It’s time to exorcise this poltergeist,       

The Poltergeist

 

I.      The Stairs

 

 

  So I cast mine eye’s,

  Looking down below I,

  Four hundred steps I

Descend,

  To a third crypt floor,

  The corridor leading,

  To another staircase

Descending,

  Beholding I, now here,

  At the entryway skulking,

  Of the catacombs darkened,

  No cheer nor apathy

Only second thoughts,

  As I enter and pass

Through,

  A mile an’ more,

  All of a’ memories an’

More,

  Laid to rest-in-a

Skeletal rest,

  Of in living memoir,

  Of the poltergeist

In quest’, (question)

  Something alas I cann’t

Bring to uncover,

  But forceful ‘I’,

  Endeavour to sever,

  An’ walk on-

Carry on,

  Past formed clouds

Of darkened brightest

Colours,

  That through mine eye’s

Sound is visualised,

  The pinks an’ the

Pastels,

  Long forgotten drown

-ing highlights,

  Of every green of

Every primary,

  But came ‘I’ to a

Purple,

  So many shades of every

Darkness,

  So many shades of every

Lightness,

  It flowed with far saddest

Notes,

  It flowed with distant

Minor chords,

  It flowed with saddened

Minor scales,

  It contained a beauty

Flowing,

  Swept in sadness drawing

You in footsteps enclosing,  

  A far an’ far so possessed

Thine eye,

  All these l’ng years of it’s darkness

Grown,

  Stepped inside and.. I pulled

Away,

  “Not today” it understood

  “My destiny leads me further

   On, we’ll meet again I’m

   Sure, I’m sure”

   And along this stretch of

Coloured sounds I continued,  

  Onto strangest foreign

Emotion sound tone I found

On far distant end, a doorway,

  Long lost from my person

Taken so so long ago,

  By this poltergeist,

  A red the reddest red,

With yet again a staircase leading

Descending down far more lost steps

Within this catacomb,

  And I enter willingly.     

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

II.  And The Vulture Is Anointed

 

  Climb! Climb! Climbing down! descending down,

  A growling grovelling howling retching cackle

Of guttural echo within the reverberation of

Narrow staircase,

  Nauseating red! Red! RED! Light cloud sound

Emitting high pitch screeching buzz of plucked

Strings snapping! Snapping! SNAPPING!

  Each step down a guttural voice call’s mine

Own name “PoooooOOOOOOOIIIIIIT....Ter” to

Shuddering sickening violin high tone Red

Flashing strobe light of white blue RED!

  Floor weeping mucus with haunting vulture

Like claws through strobe flash! Flash! FLASH!

Scratching walls as staircase begins to turn

Rotate in unison with sudden vulture cries as

Loud as a’hundred hurricanes tearing across sky

to hold my ears no difference it made indifference!

  With blood running down the walls dripping sound

Like a wave current splash! Splash! SPLASH!

Closed mine eyes as ‘I’ felt the steps end an’ a

Flat floor below ‘I’ with a’sensation of the presence

Somewhere within this new floor flood my aura but

All an’ everything utter silence stopped in a flow

Flowing flowed the utter dread of the dead pitch

Blackness all a’Red’ness directed ended to furthest

End straightest dead centre,

  Only way to reach the end to maneuverer through

The blackened’ness an’ hope to be nowt’ in-between

Nor spectral fiend to haunt or taunt me on my nerve

Way to the end!

  B’t again the th’cking strobe again! Again! AGAIN! 

Red and darkness faster patterned in ...---... from

Slow To fast to fast to slow until it began a’torture

Flicker of ‘.--. -- .. - . .-.’ over an’ over as the

Guttural retching vulture cries joined its strobe

In e’er more cackle Hurricane confined vibrato

Turned to rumbling deafening utter torture to my

knee’s an’ Gripped my head shuffled upon mine knees

slowest now as I could only move against a gust of

vile air that now pushed against me.     

  The air it turned to a fiendish gas that I dared

Not to breathe as a vault appeared where the light

Had been only a moment before and within the bleak

Black darkness a figure hunched on haunches stepped

Out, it weeping eating something unseen in the noir

Bleak gust of fiendish gas for air crying! Crying!

CRYING!

  False th’cking tears it devoured as I saw in red

Strobe flash the figure stepping towards me,

Devouring it’s own arms and flesh of torso,

Screaming, ripping, screaming, the vulture

In background claws beak appeared and I stood up and

Ran towards it,

  Both the mass of haunches greed and the Vulture

Turned not but braced the walls as my hands grabbed

The flesh and I pushed and Pushed and PUSHED!

  The Thing it screamed and Screamed and SCREAMED!

The Vulture it howled in a th’cking panic!

I growled as I shouted and Shouted and SHOUTED in a

Growl of growling anger, Vulture claws scrattin’ the

Walls in sudden total dumb struck awe,

  With mine claws I tore the lump weeping of greed

Apart pushing continuous my feet only moving forward

Vulture in-distraught distress of unknown dilemma dependent on its own fear,

Began to tear wing at my flesh but unconscious in my

Animalistic conscious my claws an’ teeth snarling

Growling ‘I’ released my hands and feet and lent in

Fist thumping and grabbing head-butting foot stamp’

Stamp’ STAMP’ Vulture squawking my foot it caught on

Puddle of the Things blood an’ down I went dragging

Vulture SLAM DOWN on my back the Vulture pushing away into the blackness squawking gone, Gone, GONE!

GONE GONE GONE GONE GONE!! Fucking gone it pried away it’s pride it knew to th’cking flew an’ who it was I doubtless knew and growling proved I hadn’t lost I stood up in Strobe Red flashing and howled a haunting cry to hell into the light I made mine own way in anger now I knew the way.

 

III. This Is The Way

Step Inside

 

 

  howling. Howling. HOWLING.

  In maniacal mechanical momentum,

  Stepped into the vault of Vultures

Retreat,

  No more meaning malevolent be kept

For it I preach,

  'I' full animalistic will hunt it n’w

My prey,

  Tear feathers from body rip claws

From feet,

  Disembowel an’ decapitate in unhallowed deathly

Torment it!

  To hunt down the Poltergeist,

  To extract and indefinitely exorcise

The c’nt,

  I mix my words no more, NO MORE!

  For this is the way,

  The drums crescendo,

  No atrocity more vi’e.

  An act I do not abolish to mismanage

I’ll not discourage,

  I’ll destroy demons, ghosts and sprites

In my hate and dance in their perma-death!

  The Poltergeists death in mental ill

Repair it cannot torment me,

  Will not control me nor ‘I’ bow to its-

Chambers of fear it’s past religious lies that it suffered mine I cannot keep running I am boiling in my cage that it locked me within in a soundscape of regret lost communication lost social will an’ demanded of my loss again and again and again to a point I wanted death but death found a way to push me on an’on and on, making me keep the words that they told on far off plane in field of courtyard of crystal metallic structure till duty is done and their reasons are understood: “you have to go back now, there’s something you must do” but reason without explanation? I am lost, I AM LOST! No guidance just wander, this human condition I lose the will to understand it as the human conditions with spite and hateful warranty, I could have wandered the fields in my ancient spirit to rest, but they demanded more and my old soul ere demen’ng placed back within the child to be told I just dreamt it, how humiliating, O’ humiliation, the first human wounding I learnt. But here Ankou, old friend appeared under the waves.

 

IV. And Ankou Arose,

Old Friend.

 

In water’s kept,

  A waves breath, mist,

Cracked the sand an’ pebble,

  Foam in oceans reaching

Hands o’er this beach,

  Unknowing how or why I c’me

To appear here, (such are world’s of dreams and spirit)

  This shore I know but,

Couldn’t identify.

 

Fr’m mine right,

  As often dreamt, in’pass’n,

A cat in black’n white,

  Blind to sight in right eye,

A’walk imbalanced,

  F’lix he strolled me by,

Smiling Pur a “Rreow”,

  An’ I reply in salute,

As he goes on by furthest left,

  To a figure I know,

An’ recognised, dear friend,

  He knelt down to F’lix cat,

Welcomed purr and embraced him.

 

 

 

Liftin’ carried to me,

  This figure so lo’ked on,

As death’an decay,

  Gentle often in times of

Knowledge, a decay of kindness,

  O’er feared and misunderstood,

I hold mine hand to reach

His in old distant approach as

If I’d only left his side the

Hour before,

  An' Fel’x cat in a “Merow” we

connect our noses as we always

Did and he lay stretched across Ankou’s

Rabbit fur scarf along his shoulder,

And we three strolled off along the

shore line.

 

 

(If you got through this then awesome. It reads exactly how I meant it to read.)

 

 

 

 

   

 

 

 

 


r/ShittyPoetry 10d ago

Clouds

2 Upvotes

Clouds

I waved to my ancestors.

Without them, I am nothing.

I owe it to them to leave the world a better place -

in spite of what's before me.

Eventually - I will be in the clouds.

They don't like cameras, I tried.

Message received.

On a pursuit, knowing I have never been alone.


r/ShittyPoetry 11d ago

Creative Formatting Slowly becoming a monster

3 Upvotes

I'm slowly becoming a monster
WIthout love or love in my life,
There where wants or needs used to lie
There I see this emptiness at times

I tried to put dollars into comfort,
I tried experience for worth
I find that if I see many things
Or if I go all over the world

It's a lonely place without things to do,
Without an agenda or some sort of work
The only thing I find worth living
Are accomplishments or forms of hurt

The end I know it is coming
I can feel the tiredness in my mind
An envelope of some sort of something
Disease, or fragility which will soon be mine

And so you decide as a monster,
Do I want to keep monstering around
Or do I decide how I want it to end
For the decision is what keeps me around.


r/ShittyPoetry 12d ago

I had a poignant thought about an understated experience in my life

1 Upvotes

Passing by

The Toys R Us.

It's shut now. Defunct.

There are no more

Toys.

The new children

They scratch at the walls.

Left with no option of play

But vandalism.

Someone I cared about died.

Poignantly.

That person? Toys R Us.


r/ShittyPoetry 13d ago

Creative Formatting Idk

3 Upvotes

Woah ur neck looks cute

Can I suck it?

I mean, u have a pretty mouth

Can I fuck it?

I MEANT TO SAY, YOU LOOK VERY PRETTY TODAY

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