Grimiest poems on Hello Poetry

Zane Gorham Mar 2021

The chalky Cliffs of Dover crumble in my fist.
Tucked away neatly in my pocket.
I have the power to become a person completely in control.
The tension seething in my chest no longer.
All I need is the key.
A simple motion not readily accepted by the masses.
'Tis not we who wait for the dust to settle but for the dust to settle we.
The reuptake of life hidden but always near.
We care not for the hands that pass the life from person to person.
For they could be from the grimiest of grim and still our hands are cupped for their foul crooked benevolence.
We are gods and what is purity without the soot and **** and **** to define it.
Synthetic courage and emotional restraint what more could the people want.
Only a few care for the real me, the anxiety, the truth.
Why pander the rest when I have complete control within a plastic seal, tucked neatly in my pocket.

What's the point if I have to explain it... ZG

#dust #control #self #life #experiment #masses #pocket #grim #purity #better

Diana Garcia Feb 2019

Fade to black

You questioned my virtue
After witnessing all the things that I’ve been through
From the time I kept my heavily gates locked and suffered the repercussion
A swollen face and minor concussion
To the time I had a miscarriage scared and alone
We still loved each other but first I needed the father of my child to atone..
I always thought my honesty was something you adored
Never thought the day would come where you would be the one calling me a *****
I could never be this open with anybody other than you.
I thought you were my best friend but now that couldn’t be any less true.
You used to tell me everything
From the highlight of your nights to the grimiest of schemes
Something along the way was lost
I sit and wonder what it could be
Now I cry cause I can’t remember the last time
you kissed my forehead ever so gently
Your kisses aren’t the same
But whose to blame
I remember the time when I could fall asleep in your arms
I hated how those pictures of me passed out They didn’t do any justice for my girlish charms..
I thought you knew me and my insecurities
I thought I knew you but I look at you now and I don’t know who is standing in front me
I’m sure you feel the same
I don’t know how it got to this to point
and I sure as hell don’t know who to blame..
What if it could be a good thing
Maybe the birth of our son will give us a new song to sing
I still want to be your wife but
I guess I should be grateful that I’ll always be in your life
I always wanted to have your child, I wanted at least four.
I don’t know where you’ll be after you walk out that door..
And I’ve never been so scared
Never thought the day would come where I wouldn’t be spared
Will you ever come back?
You’re harder to reach the further you fade to black..

Just a pregnant woman left alone with all her hormones

#scared #***** #hello #poetry #black #void

nadine shane Jun 2023

to bite the hand that feeds you

i love like a mangled dog,
rummaging through the grimiest corners
for some sort of semblance
of tranquility disguised as chaos

fangs constantly bared
but ceaselessly yearning
to be a subject of someone’s affection

tell me,
how do i stop loving like this?
contorted. star-eyed. gullible.

tell me,
how do i stop being loved
with anything but love?

until then,
i’ll still wait for you by the porch
tied on a leash too close to my pulse.

i’ll keep on waiting.
(when) are you coming back?
are you coming back?

#crevices #sadderdaze #freeverse #dog #bite

Molly Hughes Jan 2015

Paris

We walked along
the flowered streets
and felt the gentle sunlight
dripping on our shoulders.
I think I smiled
for two days straight
and every laugh
was like the uncorking of champagne.
The buildings on either side of us were egg shell white
and just as delicate,
their slender bodies and effortless sophistication
somehow humble and full of history.
Every turn was met with unending beauty,
so much so that it made your eyes hurt
and your chest ache.
Winding streets slanted us in the right direction
and the smell of fresh bread, crepes
and something without a name
made our stomachs feel warm and full
and rumble too.
The dirtiest newsagents was a palace
and the grimiest bar the same,
the topsy turvy,
tipsy language in the air adding instant elegance
to the ***** walls,
the filth on the table tops somehow romantic.
We left the city
and it whispered goodbye,
through the car horns honking
and the dogs barking,
a melody most sublime.
We left the city
but it never left us.

For my best friend and for my favourite city.

destructivebeing Oct 2014

Defenseless

I want to become defenseless to you.
No walls, no hidden emotions, just me.
Just you and I, lying on your bed, talking, things that I have drowned with my bare hands because I couldn't face it anymore.
Excavate my burial grounds with you fine hands,
I want to show you the dirtiest, grimiest parts of me.
I want you to know that I am not afraid, not afraid of what could or could not happen between us.
I want you to believe that there is no part of me unseen.
Exposing every inch of my body to your piercing eyes

Ann Nicole Jan 2017

You Don't Have to Read it. I'll Never Make You Do That Again.

Look. I can't change the way that things happened or how they will. I can't prevent you from crying or even hurting at all, and I know that's my own fault. I've stopped time for you but I can't change time in itself, I can't change what happened or how I reacted or all of the things that I'm ashamed of. I'm just. I'm tired of pretending I'm some saint who can fix everything that happened I don't want to pretend for you, you don't deserve that, I've pretended way too much..
If I can stop the world from changing as slowly and effectively as it does.. for you.. for just a second. I just want to show you what you look like to me now and in this moment; so beautiful; so strong and consistent; so deserving.
You'll never listen fully to everything I have to say and you'll never grasp the concept of the fact that you deserve things far better than me. To quote the analogy of a friend.. you're a 50¢ coin.. I'm a penny. I'm the grimiest, most rusted, two faced, over used penny you'll ever see, ever meet, ever know. You know me. And I'm so sorry for the hell that that brings you.
I'm a bitter bully who drags you out, out of her way, into every beautiful place you've ever known and I leave myself there, in a kiss, in a touch, in the whisper of your name until you blame yourself for why you hate them and can never and will never return.

Bloodline of King Yashayah Aug 2020

Jasons Rebirth

Who's the grimiest diamond state pacifist lyricist coldest dish
Swordfish plus the dials is crisp girls catching a lisp I pimps
I'm a dog to a flea Iceberg tree revenge past Shinobi Houston dynasty tunes ******
Flashback to the 90s high fades wicked jewelery jeans baggy
Guess your styles better than mine but my nine feeling genuine
So anxious for crime dropping signs extort my own mankind
Out of line like behavior ****** savior junior mafia Craver
Goodfellas rocking donabellas money flowing like a teller
Hella mozzarella cheese that's cheddar skin ya with berrettas
No longer need ya sweaters heaters draws blood makes it wetter
Call me Doug far from funny crook a dial Dundee lyrical Bundy
Even more sick when it's sunny glazed honey bunnies runny
From they love below blown past they minstrel cycle I'm Michael
Dangerous do you remember the time when I had the light lime
Green makes more savage than wu tangs cream Dolla of a dream
Peaceful demons circling erupting my flow pedigrees that stings
Ali punch combo Lazer eye jumbo pyramid eyes going in circles
Friends **** near to an extinction everyday is an execution
Crucifixion for those dissing but no crosses in this fusion cruisin'
Like Smokey flex it like Big Pokey the hardest in kitty in the Pitt
Lion instincts suckas scared to blink cuz deaths is ultimate link
Check it

Beast uncaging blacks thoughts Cajun half man half cravin'
Like Wes the best from the south so **** the rest who's the best?
I made the moon crest once hit the moonshine all out my mind
Space aging raging inside out got spiritual clout no doubts
Snub nose rout for those living in doubt I'll make ya body pout
Soon to be stout mad gaining weight don't break the fate
Flows packed like train freight my flows create a figure eight
My skills penetrate each and every mind state so don't hesitate
To punch ya numbers of a lotto bravado toolie looking Alto
From this black Saprano mafiaso rearranging ya vocals loco
Once I feed a beat begins to radiate with heat plus the taps of the feet
Vibrating rituals it's habitual shine to a jewel universe central
Nucleus see they be jamming us got girls on my bang bus
Rhymes so swift and complex ya swear it's calculus plus
They try to calculate us but I'm just smooth with my criminal lust
Keep it on the hush ****** is the ultimate crush suckas catching flush royalty over loyalty
See the haters peepin' me like a hyped Eminem cypher scenery
Ya got 8 more miles to go my flows punch harder than Foreman
Grill not even a heat shield could stop this aftermath bomb feel!!?

sandra wyllie May 2019

As Woman Grow Older

they find hair in unusual places.
Some grow under noses,
as spikey thorns in roses.
Some sprout out of chins
as pointy silver pins.

They’re so long
you could hang your bathrobe on.
They’re sharp enough to scour
the grimiest bathroom shower.

We pluck them
bleach them
wax them
even shave them

But they grow back
just as the dandelions on our front lawn.
And not only that
but they come in thicker.

I could grow a mustache, even a beard
if I kept them there.
I thought it was bad enough
when I had to shave the hair under
my arms and legs!

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