Best Spit Poems

Oh the venom on these lips
cold fury should you
taste it there.  Drink
deep my gathering gloom
quench your thirst for
my lies and my truths
and my muted thoughts.

Stand still frozen dead
in pools of wonder and
dread for this poison
that seeps into your
pores will not soon
leave the haunted spaces
your...

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I spit fire from my lungs,
None can extinguish my flame, 
The Ink I write with bleeds into their brains.
They wish they could raise up and stand as high as me,
I am filled with effervescence, touching places they can only dream. 
I am absent, flawless, more...

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The Spit & Whittle Club
As remembered: by Miracle Man
3-21-2020

As a kid it was always town on Saturday,
horses and wagons dotted our main street.
 Tied to curb rings up and down Broadway,
then penny candy, was sometimes a treat.

Many had come to gin a weeks cotton,
and buy...

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The totality
Of our reality
Rests on a loss of morality
More and more I see the shame
Every partner points the blame
Accountability leaves the brain
While innocent youth are going insane
Who will put a stop to this endless war?
Our family unit needs to be restored
Who will stand up and...

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The Tahitian sparrows won't sip,
The Albatross won't dive deep,
The pelican, the islander
Poorer than before,
Has to suffer and keep...
The agony...inside him and her,
And the world at large is watching,
The tyranny...
The imperialism that was once before,
Here it comes once again,
To poison your rips,
French foe..Foe,
Three two one go...bang!
Spare...

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Spit and the Ocean


The sand spits at me as I walk
an uninvited interloper
content in my inane belief
I leave disappearing footprints.
Theft, pilferage, armed robbery,
committed in covetous collusion,
sunrises seared into memory,
plagiarized in dreams.
Thundering timpani of surf
rolling rounded stones,
salty chime of windblown sand
peppering the sea wall,
distant fog horn...

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I went to war in Vietnam which wasn't my idea
the army never asked for my advice
I slogged on through the jungles there and watched some soldiers die
out country where the farmers grow their rice

The months went by like in a horrid dream of blood and...

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If It Tastes Good, Spit It Out

By Elton Camp

Some diets for weight control
Fat-free, sugar-free do extol
Those who wouldn’t be fat
May have to eat a lot of that

Bran cereal that tastes like hay
And there’s even more to say
A muffin that is fat-free
Tastes very bad to me

With...

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In my mind there is a poetic spark
Illuminating words that were in the dark

When I put pen to paper it starts to blaze
My syllables are on fire as I kindle my phrase

Fiery words race through my mind
As  conflagration  of thoughts  combine

A liquid...

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'Tis said that baseball is as American as turkey and punkin pie.
There's nothin' more excitin' than a triple play or a 'homer' on the fly!
Though somewhat distractin' from the game that I am diagnosin',
Are the peculiar mannerisms of the players that I find so engrossin'!

Some...

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Would you just spit out what you're trying to say!
Stop sounding like a jackass, hee hawing a bray.
Sugar coating words won't make them sound sweeter,
and don't even try to recite them in rhyme and meter.

You keep babbling words. It's foolish procrastination.
Stuttering "B b b b...but...

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I spit fire
to remind you
to strategically align your verbs correctly in a sentence
or perhaps you'd like to see me correct you
oh wait, You correct I?
That seems about right
that sums it about up
and just when you figure you've had enough-
poof!
You're gone.
Cause you run.
You run from your...

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What can you do with all those seeds,
slick, black missiles that blaze
a path down your throat,
when what you want is to taste
the sweetness that surrounds them?

You collect them, as if they're treasure,
and curious grandchildren follow,
eager to play, sure of victory.
I spat those flat torpedoes beyond
the...

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A poem is all you had request
A masterpiece is what I’ll bequest
No mere rhyme, nor meter, nor count,
Will ever truly amount
To the vast greatness you will see
As the last verse I’ll present to thee!
For all my gallant 
Talent
Will be on display 
At all others dismay
For...

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A bitter taste for me you've left,
Dishonesty, deceit and theft.
So confident I'd have you back,
Clearly to you respect means jack.
However, once again I'll say,
Find another place to stay!
A second chance is all you had,
But you blew it, oh so bad.
So when you wrap your head...

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