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Famous Spilling Poems by Famous Poets

These are examples of famous Spilling poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous spilling poems. These examples illustrate what a famous spilling poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).

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by Aiken, Conrad
...ust die. It was a tree
that this time died for you: it was a rock
and with it all its local web of love:
a chimney, spilling down historic bricks:
perhaps a skyful of Ben Franklin's kites.
And with them, us. For we must hear and bear
the news from everywhere: the hourly news,
infinitesimal or vast, from everywhere.


Sole pride and loneliness: it is the state
the kingdom rather of all things: we hear
news of the heart in weather of the Bear,
slide down the...Read More

by Edson, Russell
...with bread, 
said mother.

 Ugh, it looks like a mouth full of vomit. How can I bite into 
its cheek with bread spilling out of its mouth? cried father.

 Break one of the ears off, they're so crispy, said mother.

 I wish to hell you'd put underpants on these apes; even a 
jockstrap, screamed father.

 Father, how dare you insinuate that I see the ape as anything 
more thn simple meat, screamed mother. 

 Well what's with this ribbon tied in a bow on ...Read More

by Bishop, Elizabeth
...rrows to be pushed up and down on.
All is silver: the heavy surface of the sea,
swelling slowly as if considering spilling over,
is opaque, but the silver of the benches, 
the lobster pots, and masts, scattered
among the wild jagged rocks,
is of an apparent translucence
like the small old buildings with an emerald moss
growing on their shoreward walls.
The big fish tubs are completely lined 
with layers of beautiful herring scales
and the wheelbarrows are s...Read More

by Yevtushenko, Yevgeny
...nced Brussels lace
stick their parasols into my face.
I seem to be then
 a young boy in Byelostok. 
Blood runs, spilling over the floors. 
The barroom rabble-rousers 
give off a stench of vodka and onion. 
A boot kicks me aside, helpless. 
In vain I plead with these pogrom bullies. 
While they jeer and shout,
 "Beat the Yids. Save Russia!" 
some grain-marketeer beats up my mother. 
0 my Russian people!
 I know 
are international to the co...Read More

by Tebb, Barry of Masaccio,

Gold, gold of Fra Angelico.


Your hair, your touch, your laughter

Running over the water, spilling

Down the steps to the Aire.


Middleton Woods took me by surprise

Drying the tears of my eyes one Saturday

In late August, in fields of carnations

Below the faience tiles of Kirkgate Market

Dahlias and chrysanthemums, pink and maroon,

The lemon yellow sheen of the sun.


Murphy’s Everything-a-Pound stall

“Oh no it is...Read More

by Service, Robert William
...said: "Here's an end to my killing;
I swear, nevermore bird or beast will I slay;
Starving I may be, but no more blood-spilling . . ."
That oath I have kept, and I keep it to-day....Read More

by Sexton, Anne
and monk black. 
Who's that at the podium 
in black and white, 
blurting into the mike? 
Ms. Dog. 
Is she spilling her guts? 
You bet. 
Otherwise they cough... 
The day is slipping away, why am I 
out here, what do they want? 
I am sorrowful in November... 
(no they don't want that, 
they want bee stings). 
Toot, toot, tootsy don't cry. 
Toot, toot, tootsy good-bye. 
If you don't get a letter then 
you'll know I'm in jail....Read More

by Bishop, Elizabeth
...could read) and carefully 
studied the photographs:
the inside of a volcano,
black, and full of ashes;
then it was spilling over
in rivulets of fire.
Osa and Martin Johnson 
dressed in riding breeches,
laced boots, and pith helmets.
A dead man slung on a pole
"Long Pig," the caption said.
Babies with pointed heads
wound round and round with string;
black, naked women with necks
wound round and round with wire
like the necks of light bulbs.
The...Read More

by Angelou, Maya
...gels, have crouched too long in
The bruising darkness,
Have lain too long
Face down in ignorance.

Your mouths spilling words
Armed for slaughter.

The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
But do not hide your face.

Across the wall of the world,
A River sings a beautiful song,
Come rest here by my side.

Each of you a bordered country,
Delicate and strangely made proud,
Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.

Your armed struggles ...Read More

by Frost, Robert a rueful laugh.
As he swung toward them holding up the hand
Half in appeal, but half as if to keep
The life from spilling. Then the boy saw all--
Since he was old enough to know, big boy
Doing a man's work, though a child at heart--
He saw all spoiled. 'Don't let him cut my hand off
The doctor, when he comes. Don't let him, sister!'
So. But the hand was gone already.
The doctor put him in the dark of ether.
He lay and puffed his lips out with hi...Read More

by Collins, Billy
the comics, but still, we know it is
possible, as well as the flash of
summer lightning, the thermos toppling
over, spilling out on the grass.
And we know the message can be
delivered from within. The heart, no
valentine, decides to quit after
lunch, the power shut off like a
switch, or a tiny dark ship is
unmoored into the flow of the body's
rivers, the brain a monastery,
defenseless on the shore. This is
what I think about when I shovel
compost into a wheelb...Read More

by Levine, Philip
...han the full force of their making, and you 
translate the clicking of teeth against 
teeth and tongue as morning light spilling 
into the enclosed squares of a white town, 
breath drawn in and held as the ocean 
when no one sees it, the waves still, 
the fishing boats drift in a calm beyond sleep. 
The gift of sleep, too, and the waking 
from it day after day without knowing 
why the small sunlit room with its single bed, 
white counterpane going yellow, and bare floor 
...Read More

by Olds, Sharon
...age: I have 
pleased you greatly last night. We sit 
quietly, side by side, to eat, 
the long pancakes dangling and spilling, 
fragrant sauce dripping out, 
and glance at each other askance, wordless, 
the corners of our eyes clear as spear points 
laid along the sill to show 
a friend sits with a friend here....Read More

by Edson, Russell its bosom 
of dust, that velvet sleep, then were you served even beyond 
your need; and desire in sate was properly spilling from its 
borders, said the father. 
 Then his son became the corner of a room.
 Don't don't, cried the father.
 And then his son became a floorboard.
 Don't don't, the moon falls there and curdles your wits into 
the grain of the wood, cried the father.
 What shall I do? screamed his son.
 Sit until time embraces you into th...Read More

by Larkin, Philip
...nd west the ships came back
Happily or unhappily:

But the third went wide and far
Into an unforgiving sea
Under a fire-spilling star,
And it was rigged for a long journey....Read More

by Plath, Sylvia
...Doppelganger. My brother. My spouse.
Mr. Doppelganger. My enemy. My lover.
When truth comes spilling out like peas
it hangs up the phone.
When the child is soothed and resting on the breast
it is my other who swallows Lysol.
When someone kisses someone or flushes the toilet
it is my other who sits in a ball and cries.
My other beats a tin drum in my heart.
My other hangs up laundry as I try to sleep.
My other cries and cries and...Read More

by Dickey, James
Stopped it on the thistled rattan the rugs I lay on and read 
On my mother's sewing basket with next winter's socks spilling from it 
The flimsy vacation furniture a bucktoothed picture of myself. 
Payton came back with three men from a filling station and glanced at me 
Dripping water inexplicable then we all grabbed hold like a tug-of-war. 

We were gaining a little from us a cry went up from everywhere 
People came running. Behind us the house filled with m...Read More

by Tebb, Barry of Sexton and Lowell beneath Rollie McKenna’s seamless shutter.

Other nights you hunch in your rocking chair, spilling rhythms

Silently as a bat weaves through midnight’s jade waves

Your sibylline tongue tapping every twist or the syllable count

Deftly as Whistler mixed tints for Nocturnes’ nuances or shade

Or Hokusai tipped every wave crest.

You pause when down the hall a cat snatches at a forbidden plant,

“Schubert, Schubert”, you whisper urgently for ...Read More

by Brautigan, Richard
...s and beside the mattress were four quart jars.

He took the gallon jar over to them, and filled them carefully not spilling

a drop. He screwed their caps on tightly and was now ready for a day's


 You're supposed to make only two quarts of Kool-Aid from a package,

but he always made a gallon, so his Kool-Aid was a mere shadow of

its desired potency. And you're supposed to add a cup of sugar to every

package of Kool-Aid, but he never put any sug...Read More

by Xavier, Emanuel the minds 
of angry little boys
trotting loaded guns
Helpless in finding words 
that will stop the blood
from spilling like secrets into soil
where great prophets are buried

I return to the same spaces 
where I once dealt drugs
a celebrated author gliding past velvet ropes
while my club kid friends are mostly dead
from an overdose or HIV-related symptoms
Marilyn wears the crown of thorns
while 4 out of the 5 weapons used to kill Columbine students
...Read More

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