Best Spew Out Poems
My cousin Tallie
was a real-life
award winning
beauty queen
from age six to eighteen
The kind who seems
a cardboard cut-out
Southern stereotype
all big hair and hype
manicured nails and
well arranged...
assets
but in reality
there was much more to Tallie
Her favorite movie
was Fried Green Tomatoes
and as far as movies go
it was good
but I never understood
until much later
why she loved it so
At first I thought
she was obsessed with the dish
she just 'had to try' fried green tomatoes
with fried catfish...
But it was actually
more about “Towanda!”
the primal, female battle-cry
And there was something electrifying
heartbreaking and mystifying
in the way she had the nerve to
let loose
a hullabaloo
screaming “Towanda!”
without reserve
fully, freely
like a woman
on the very edge
with nothing left to lose
and that was true
Tallie'd been abused
but somehow
nobody chose to see that part
that she actually had
had a heart
that someone had torn apart
Now Tallie's a badass
with blue-green hair
and a hard edged manner
devil-may-care
she has a tattoo
for each person she held dear
far and near
dead and gone
and no one knows why
she's evasive, withdrawn
as they spew out their judgments
in-between their
slow Southern
matter-of-fact yawns
With all the details noticed
while picking her to pieces
how did they miss the moment
her innocence was taken
faith in mankind shaken
How the barefoot, crazy-haired Tallie
running free, suddenly
stopped entirely, sparkle gone
certain sadness in dark eyes
and full-grown
this woman appeared
world-wise
And while they wonder
who the father of her
latest offspring could be
I wonder where the
adorably incorrigible
little Tallie is-
that used to be
Categories:
spew out, abuse, community, family, growing
Form:
Free verse
Bitter words spew out of your well-polished poison pen
Insult me, go on belittle me with your vile vitriolic venom
Think you are better than me – hell no way!
Every word that spills from your pathetic pen sucks
My one poem to your river of rancid rubbish
Each to their own, but I will NEVER change my style
Bite me, go on bite me - like a sweet juicy apple
I can bite back like a Rottweiler – taunt me enough and I will snap
Tart sour words full of malice I CAN pen perfectly
Except I keep my opinion and hostile words in my head
Me, I don’t pretend to be anything I am not
Every word you pen is pure malignant malice
A fiction write purely for contest.... or is it! You decide!
05~31~15
Contest: Bite Me – John Lawless
Categories:
spew out, anger, poets,
Form:
Acrostic
I drink of Life
Of lavish beauty
Consuming its fragility
I drink of Death
From which I flee
And cheat with immortality
I drink of pain
Its utter grief
And spew out my humanity
I drink of time
Of frozen bliss
And Change’s continuity
I drink of love
And drag it deep
For it is my serenity
© Donna Golden; December 25, 2014
Categories:
spew out, journey, life, self,
Form:
Free verse
Take notice of those exceptional and fearless minds that
spew out words when they are denied liberty,
they can awaken a latent truth suppressed by malevolent
forces that ruthlessly rule over their destiny!
Your words and mine will echo in every land darkened by a despicable evil,
then the powerful light of our insight will make the potent tremble and twist;
dream happily, write freely and speak loudly never being silenced for an ideal:
go and proclaim each truth and feel the joy of that glorious moment at last!
We fling strong words instead of drawing swords, the battle of controversial ideas
can be fought with grit and perseverance even when the odds are against us,
but many will be disheartened if there's no victory: who can foresee defeat?
So be confident and make your efforts worthwhile...soon we'll hear the drums' beat!
Your words and mine will echo in every land that is hushed by many fears,
let the river of justice flow and redeem all that was unfairly lost to a wild wind;
go forward with confidence and take back your worth by opening eyes and ears...
"Prosperity is the pride of a people that shouldn't allow vanity to exist in their land! "
Copyright ( c ) 2015 by Andrew Crisci
Categories:
spew out, beauty, cry, death, words,
Form:
Rhyme
Seething turbulent waters
Angry billowing waves
Ready to pound and crush
To pull under and punish
To churn and churn
And leave breathless
Gasping, fighting for breath
For LIFE
Angry...where once it was calm
Tranquil
Serene and deep
Oh, so deep
With treasures to be explored
With beauty to be seen
GRASPED
Felt and enjoyed
Now…..the storm is brewing
The waves cresting
Readying themselves to crash down
To obliterate
And exact revenge
For the sea is a force of nature
Not to be tampered with
It can mesmerize
It can allure and excite
Drench and envelope
With liquid euphoria
But it cannot be tamed
It WILL not be tamed
It will tame
Conquer
OVERPOWER
Devour and spew out
If not understood
If not appreciated
If not held in awe and respect
It can threaten one's very existence
And if it chooses not to destroy
It is sure to leave the foolish hearted
Lost
LOST at SEA
YES, I will leave you
LOST in MY SEA
Of ANGRY PASSION
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Categories:
spew out, allegory, emotions, sea,
Form:
Free verse
Within the warmth of wandering words lies the breath of God
His blessing upon panegyrical pages that my pens have clawed
For inside each liberated letter a cerebral of celestial creation
With no beginning no end to its magnanimous manifestation
His words that spew out like relentless radiating rivers ranting
In the waking wisdom of sculpturesque seeds forever planting
But with the word like a hammer can boldly build and destroy
Let’s choose our thoughts well before we deliberatively deploy
Warrior writers work with God in their panoptical pensive play
To successfully spread His Love thru words in a Biblical bouquet
For all the poets that speak through Him, I will adoringly applaud
Confessions of obsessions writing words from the breath of God.
July.19.2017
OBSESSION
Sponsored by: Silent One
Categories:
spew out, god, spiritual, words,
Form:
Rhyme
Soft, sweet words lay dormant
Awaiting that special moment
When I can pull them out of their closet
Press them with the heated iron
And lie them in a row, like pearls
Connected only by a chain of sterling
Silver, organizing each sacred dream
Whispers of nouns, verbs and adjectives
There amid sentences quite sensible
And some that long to be finished with
Some bright, vivid, colorful verses
Filled with phenomenal expressions
While others seem more like questions
With short, pleasing answers there, too
Limericks sing from the rhythms found here
Amid some of the better choruses I hint at
Surviving the editor’s pen when it’s winning
Erasing saccharine visions of fancies and fantasy
Feelings that would never become realities
Even though they buzz through my history
Like a bumble bee searching for nectar in me
Sonnets sound out from the depths of my pen
Sweating with beads of salt that actually reveals
The truth of their imagination and foresight
Admissions of genuine devotion alive within
Sharing a promise of what should be coming
If the world will only open its eyes and awaken
The joy found inside a silky, burning poem
Odes cry out to be written down and read
By someone who knows what is going on in my head
Perhaps a sensitive soul who can see the blushes
Happening when I spew out romantic verses
Or paint a beautiful sunset across the mountains
So tender and sensual, alive to my poetry in ways
That open up the doors to the backstreets of my mind
September 23, 2019
In the backstreets of my mind Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Categories:
spew out, fantasy, imagination, poetry, poets,
Form:
Free verse
Hormones make the Endocrine System work
They’re always around, they always lurk.
And they do so many things
And to the body the blood always brings
So many chemicals all over abound
Each only binds to specific receptors found.
Sometimes they’re high, sometimes they’re low
And hormones always absolutely go
Via the blood until it finds,
Its special receptor, where it binds.
And no matter what you think you knew
There’s only five things they generally do.
Membrane potential, a hormone can alter,
And so a cell’s function will never falter.
When they alter membrane potentials we know
And that always means information will flow.
Protein synthesis, too, gets involved
And making large molecules soon gets resolved.
They can cause proteins synthesis in the cell
By turning on genes that work so well.
Enzyme modifications are also the norms
They can activate second messenger forms.
And when it does, it can certainly cause,
Enzyme activity or enzyme pause.
Secretions, too, the cell will spit out,
Due to the hormone, because of its clout.
And what is the importance of what the hormones’ issues
These cells spew out substances to affect other tissues.
Then there’s the last, reproductive in nature
Mitosis and meiosis, both important in stature.
Both types of cell division are obviously affected,
Another example of hormones, reflected.
Categories:
spew out, science,
Form:
Verse
Poison flicks out,
among saccharine promises.
His sugarcoated tongue is tarnish proof.
He holds his tongue.
Where shall he place it?
Idle.
Let it rest.
Give permission to taste encouraging syrupy words.
"Love" is apple pie.
"Wonderful" drips of dark chocolate.
"Sorry "soaks of rich coffee savor.
Do not spew out:
"I hate you!"
Tame speech with righteousness.
Quiet tongues are blessed.
Categories:
spew out, allegory, life, people, philosophy
Form:
Free verse
There are people who make up misguiding lies,
use words to hurt, wound and paralyze,
they put up'walls or mountains to the skies,
of unscalable heights and unmeasurable size.
They set us adrift on a windless wave,
to spew out their hate on an innocent's grave,
they slaver and foam like the depraved,
to fill us with doubt and corrupt the brave.
Their thoughts slither like a snake,
coiling around tightly at every slip we make,
their smiles deceive, their platitudes rake,
their contempt disguised with every heart they break.
They judge and convict with mirthless pride,
and condemn us, while acting our guide,
their two-faced grin, takes our own side,
while watching as into quicksand we smoothly slide.
Their pat on the back, their convincing hug,
leaves a slime trail, they're loathsome slugs,
their poisonous tongues, a mind blowing drug,
which alters reality, beware these back-biting dogs.
Back-stabbers, revel in such cruel intent,
puss breaking forth, from the infected utterance they vent,
troubled and weak, our self-esteem is rent,
when leached with glee, from the bearer sent!
©Jane Richer
Mar. 15 2001
Categories:
spew out, introspection, satire, drug,
Form:
Rhyme
My faucets run cold, what IS this about?
My hot-water-heater-tank pilot light's out!
Press down that red button and click 'til I pout
Then spew out a string (my religion in doubt)
My stove-top still lights, I can still take a bath!
Boil three piping pots full (I HOPE that will pass)
Teeter and totter like I'm walkin' through glass----
The stopper ain't stoppin', you STUPID dumb-ass!!
Categories:
spew out, angst,
Form:
Light Verse
I know this man of God that roars from the bottom of the city, below the red blood line.
Knowing that his words never fail, every Sunday I make my way down to the bottom of the city to hear this man of God.
I rest my weight on the hard wooden bench with worn out cushion just to let this man of God spew out the words of God like rain upon my soul.
Many Sundays his pounding and prolific oratory would shake my unconscious, this man of God.
His words of God are righteous and they filled the sanctuary like a balloon, and this man of God is always in harmony.
This man of God energy is that of the sun because the glory of God's love is upon him.
This man of God method of delivering the holy word is conventional, yet he catapults his sermons in the most phenomenal fashion.
This man of God spontaneously in the spirit of the moment kindles the heart of the captive congregation with vociferous and powerful narrations. With resourceful minds, they are aboard a spiritual ship riding the waves of his glorious orations.
I know this man of God, that roars from the bottom of the city, below the red blood line.
Although it is said that he is an academic man with degrees from prestigious institutions, I know this man of God as a most humble and gifted man.
As he roars, and sing, and teach, and spring, I am glad that God led me to this servant of God, that roars from the bottom of the city below the red blood line.
Created by Mary E.W. Stephenson and submitted to Daily Press in the community section online.
Categories:
spew out, dedication,
Form:
Light Verse
Come, raging fire, and cleanse from my soul that
“Greatest” of all words … HOPE.
I have seen the detritus of this life and have known
The grandest of songs and still
I am left wanting. A blackness gapes within my heart,
A place of infinite sorrows
Where nightmares would go to die, and still I have not
Glimpsed the darkest of you,
The seed that you sew, and that has thus been implanted
Into this thing called humanity
That keeps us raging, that keeps us steadfast in completing
A self-fulfilling prophesy that only
Propagates, that thing called sorrow. So take this blade … this cold
Thing that we all know of as hate
And plunge it with all haste into the vortex that is “never ending”.
Show it the home that it left ….
Millennia ago by your choosing and bring it back with all wrath
To the place that sent it seeking.
For the children of man want you not for anything but reminiscence,
And know this, that though
The darkness may reign it wouldn’t be there without the light,
And with a quickness all that you Know
Can be erased. So bring forth lightning and bring forth thunder,
Spew out your arrogance for all to know
Let the earth tremble at the sound of your name but know that within you …. There is a soul.
Categories:
spew out, introspection
Form:
Free verse
Please don't stop me, my love, let me lie down and kiss the ground,
let me taste the taste of freedom on my tongue and remember my
past no more. Let my tears mingle with the sand and the sun
comfort my soul, for the earth has opened up her mouth and
swallowed my past, no more pain, no more fear, only sweet music
shall ring in my ears.
Look down at her, O Lord, look down and see your daughter
weeping in the sand, she ripped out her heart and has casted it
into the sea, she said, "Tomorrow, I will be free."
But the ground where she laid is now drunken with her past,
affliction and confusion. The sea has spew out her heart and
the sun has hidden his face.
I tried to comfort her and said,
"Come, my love, come, for tomorrow is still yet to come,"
but she cannot be comforted, her body's covered with wounds I
cannot see and her words I do not understand.
Night is fallen and my soul grows weak, but I will not leave her,
I will cuddle her in my arms and whisper in her ears,
"Tomorrow, you will be free,
tomorrow, you will be free."
Categories:
spew out, abuse, dark, emotions, fear,
Form:
Narrative
Spiralling souls prepare for their descent
As the Heavens spew out this Majestic event
Mother earth responds and patiently awaits
The universe converges the guardians open the gates
Acoustical vibrations generating bright
Spatial waves of infinite sight
Orbital matter within the storm
Diverse phenomenon in all its form
Running rivers that shimmer with light
Forests frolic with fairies in the dark of night
Flowers blossom and adorn without care
Mountains spread their peaks in summer’s air
The beasts of burden bare their young
Winters wave adieu a new spring has begun
Man and Woman- live, love, die
Echoes of creation within a blink of an eye
We are all or we are none
Dimensional spaces that have undone
Our origins now we must correct
Searching the realms to reconnect.
Jan.29.2016...Older poem
For Contest...Mystery
By Nayda Ivette Negron
July.01.2016
Categories:
spew out, community, fantasy, inspirational, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme