Spit Poems - Poems about Spit

...I want to come back, doggy I want you to spit facts, Teacher I want some overall explaining of maths, Classmates let me introduce myself next, Mom, promise me to not relay on tests, dad no long......Read the rest...

...He knew all there was to know About the frying game Haddock, cod, skate and ling All treated just the same. A deft flick of the wrist to draw Each piece through the batter Then the basket low......Read the rest...

... (Kafkaesque) This is a Franz Kafka style poem All ill manner of men dances at the bottom of my flowing skirt, A circus of vultures aiming high, playing solitude in the dirt, Trumpeting flame......Read the rest...

...My eyes stare straight, fixated on something in the distance, humming a song that would send chills, if you ever got the chance to listen. A padded cell and a straitjacket, the doctor giving ......Read the rest...

...Memorial Day – 2024... origin of holiday Strong and brave men and women gave their level best crème de la crème strongest and bravest leaving grieving significant others with emotional ago......Read the rest...

...Written By: D. Collins 5/22/24 My Boom-Box played this beautiful collab. Two blood brothers rapping like we never had. T......Read the rest...

...The evil nocturnal creature called Lilith silently slithers into the realm of man at night seeking the sycophantic pleasure of pain as she drinks from a wormwood draught of hate-filled spew t......Read the rest...

...What say you naive with all your poultice, foolish fervor to your reverie!?” “Mark me damned but you better hope I die,” otherwise I’ll be peeling your hide, ......Read the rest...

...Many question life's existence of being Is it the heart to which we live Or a soul breathing both light and dark Kindness, hate; emotions to believe Mind alter illusion, heaven or hell Our spi......Read the rest...

...The pictures I crafted, I gave them to dad. The figures I built, I saved them for dad. The game I played with friends, I shared it to dad. The day my mom spit at me, I told it to dad. Dad? The s......Read the rest...

...Your smile now leaves me immune to your nearness as she spits her spit to stories of drought amongst the crowded camp fire where her salt tears are recoiled ......Read the rest...

...Denying reality not to feel guilty, doesn't mean being free of misery; he sits alone, he grumbles, he detests the pathetic glances they flash at him; he fills his tall glass to the brim... and ......Read the rest...

...My father’s death was from his heart, My mother’s from her brain And so I wonder which, for me, Might just be on the wane. Of course, there is no guarantee That I will follow suit, For in the......Read the rest...

...Age is over rated I went from cute and cuddly To terribly two In the flip of a calendar From being inquisitive To being nosey From pre-teen To A TEENAGER Meandered Through the military Into......Read the rest...

...This piece was originally a challenge made by a friend to freestyle a poem on the spot, because I told her I was retired. This is also my first piece in nearly 10 years. So there’s irony in the name ......Read the rest...