Best Spiting Poems
Beauty Found Within
What are you talking about that I am nobody.
I traveled deep and far
I came back with the ability
to see all the beauty within
Do not tell me I am ugly because I sin
I found myself while living in the life I deny
trapped in a pit, never did i think I would win
Give me a chance to explain myself
I destroyed all the beauty i once knew
Pushed it deep behind a wall rejecting reality
Living as a lost soul feeding myself on the weak
Roaming all alone
Spiting on this world, torching my own will to love
God I put you to a side
That is still a book I am working on
The knowledge i once new, i through it all away
Living like a fool
to the worlds destructive ways
Trying to balance out my life
I closed the doors to receive the perception of every way
taking a deep look I fell to my knees
opening the door to help the ones in need
God it makes me so mad to know
we always put the worlds blame on you
The death of the world is just another beauty
to the life we will have on the other side
The evil we have with in, is just a wake up call
To receive the things we choose not see
blinded by the truth that does not add up at all
Inner beauty buried by my own rage
I felt so trapped, somewhere inside
Crying to let her out
I suffocate her with my tongue
Chanting for me to open my mouth
Now I take an oath to never betray her again.
nor lock her in the abyss inside of me
My beauty now overpowers the bite off the apple.
In which was taken from us in the beginning of all time
A small simple reminder,
That will sooner or later surface the outside
never in my wildest dreams did i imagined
my beauty would exposed for all to see
Now that i am strong i will stand up for myself
With God given gift I will also stand up for others
With my beauty that has bloomed like a rose
I will take that beauty and share for all to see
I will walk where my senses are needed
you will follow just to get to know me.
With the reminder so simple as can be
To look, to feel, to perform, is a wake call upon self-image
I found my beauty which is far more dangerous than vanity
the VALUES of life are the beauty given to me : )
by: P.D.
"HUNGRY GAMES"
"I can’t find the words I want to say! “
Under the moonbeam and sparkling scattered stardust,
I can feel the dew, which surpasses through the night.
As I speak to you in tongue, this stale flavor becomes overdone.
A taste of what is behind them luscious ludicrous lips.
I finally ask!
“Do you not feel what I feel?
Can you not feel my heart hesitating and holding hectically?
Addressed with attach anticipation on your side!
It is my hesitation, to answer with, “Please?”
The dwelling night disappears, underneath my deepen darken days,
In which makes every day, another night to come.
The wondering and whining worsens a little more.
I ache for seconds more, than my mind begins to mend.
The mornings keep approaching fast, the silences breaks!
Shattered scattered splattered words, finally released.
You start to nurture up around your notable noble nearsighted eyes.
For I have starved, just about all I can take.
Master of this crying slave…
“Your perception burns, the prescription, of persuasive deception.”
Your inacceptable improper intention cannot heal me now!
Leaving an awkward awareness feel, which lingers to the lustiness’, lost inside of me.
With a wallow with a swallow, soaping and spiting the sight of you.
Meanwhile your thoughts focus on the painful pulsating pleasure.
You will unleash on me…
For leaving all the crummy crumbling crumbs under our silver satin sheets.
I will be smacking and snaking surrendering and yielding, yearning at your will.
Please Master Can I have another, Cracker in bed~~ ?
by;PD
Dr. P.D. Feel Good vs.' Doc the Poet (#2
Doc, you can keep wearing my CROWN.
It goes perfect with your pink hospital gown.
I am the one that damaged and demolished all your goods
Now you’re like a tr@mp roaming the hoods
Diagnose your poetry under a form of drug abuse.
If you want to be a real princess, cover up them bruise.
Step into my office, -I'm the Dr. Feel Good of abuse.
My assistant will stamp and shave you like a sheep.
With the consumption, you’re not for human use.
Doc, I will be your worst nightmare.
My ambush of words will leave you in fear.
My assistant Nathan will leave you babbling,
As he gives you a PAP SMEAR.
You cannot escape my mental destruction gear.
STUTTERING as you get donkey punched in the rear.
You will cry for mercy as I hammer in your head.
Begging my assistant to put you out of misery.
Screwing with your mind, laughing at your history.
Cooking your words like chicken cacciatore.
Forgetting to add herbs to your so-called poetry.
Now who is the one with the ALZHEIMER'S poetry disease?
Now I have you on your knees.
Making you suffer while you foam at the teeth.
Spiting my speech disorder all over your face.
Your slam has no speed to continue with this race.
You’re nothing but a rat, running thru my maze
My assistant is setting traps in your house
Starving and making you trip like an experimental mouse.
Crushing your amphetamines high thread.
I'm going to take your poetic head,
Cram it into the hospital bed.
Awe Doc, All them tears I will make you shed.
Doc, your poetry will be crying for mercy instead.
My pen will inject you a poetic black and blue full of lead.
Refusing you Penicillin, for your infection, over bled.
Adding salt to your wounds, screaming (DR. P.oetic D.read!)
All in time Doc, you will fear me until you go brain dead
Asking for an over dose wishing you were dead.
Knowing that Dr. P.D. Feel Good~is laughing in her head.
By the time, you snap to, I am still way ahead of you.
by;p.d.
I solicit, can I be
your man, man of
dreams,
She smiled and
responds with
nihilism,
I startle with
embarrassment,
Nevertheless, she
kept on spiting with
criticism,
I lost and tears
bulged out from the
eyes,
Expel not this time
with pessimism,
In wonder and in
dilemma of bewilder
ness,
Fell down from edge
of optimism,
And truly I can only
yearn and pine,
Can’t I fetch her
with the power of
magnetism,
Here the word and
world lives, the
status,
Before which I can’t
stand with equalism,
Alas here a man live
with the loss of
hope,
Saying this love is,
“the theory of
illusionism,
And to beginning
alarmed of your
ways,
Not more than
pretension and
fusionism,
Quit this all plays
and leave a solace,
Can’t I bear your
yoke of fascism,
Of thy oppression
and cruelty,
So Shahid, be in the
shadow of
bachelorism.
Shahid Hussain
Chouhdry
Mixed up stuff in a dumpster truck
Placed in front, lost out lady luck
Cut up chunks of a coral snake
Left in an oven too cold to bake
The dyed rice in a toxic brew
That if eaten leaves eyes askew
Yellow red and burnt out browns
Craftily topped with lemony crowns
Seriously! Carrots too! In the milieu
Gulp and keep in a murderous stew
No mutton or chicken or even beef
Dead and barren like a burnt out reef
Charred remains of onion flakes
Now have to eat whatever it takes
Pooch wagged and lowered his snout
Hair raised cat, lost, screeched about
Flies too nose dived into the morass
Like so many soldiers dying of gas
Girl who cooked it will kick me out
Send me spiting in a coughing bout
original
saadat tahir
22nd Mar, 2013
Islamabad.
She had eyes evoking dread behind the lies and smiles
Into the two minds of what would be two separate demeanor's
The cries from the past forced upward to the front
I detested her for what she did
The assaults continuous and degrading
The vile devil had reached her soul
Black into the night with nails spiting from her tongue
How could she?
Could she? God why?
Didn’t she see I was dieing inside
No place to hide, no place to hide
She found me even in my weakest state
Exhausting my self worth
The pulverizing me into tiny pieces
The daily beatings that seem to never end
There wasn’t a place that didn’t hurt on my body
Sometimes I played dead just to stop the assaults
I know the black bird is coming I can see him now
“Help me, help me” “just stay still”
Maybe she’ll think she has won and my breath has stopped
No not chance hatred filled her heart of stone
The dreadful things she spouted from her ugly soul
My mind was bleeding pouring out into my hands
This small helpless child shaking for fear of her next move
Although I didn’t know it then as I do now
She was living in her own hell
Living out the pitiful past that was given to her
She could change what she was taught
But still how I grew resentful of her and her mouth of fire
To this day there are many people I ‘ve never told
How a whispered a sigh when her casket was closet
a loss of words on this morning of great deals
a mood so sound that it feels
my broken mind folding my impaired enralic
the ma is soring above the everlasting manilic
this making of this is quite modest
2 perfect emotions quar into each other deist
3 morning birds say i have won
4 moving trees stare at my path but can't trust not one
5 women cry from there hearts mend
6 mocking sticks with no end
7 dozen roses refuse too bend
8 reigning magician's stand for what is heartless
9 transing meaningless people forget there purpose
10 watching mar dons spiting there fatherhood
11 working men salvage there manhood
12 dancing fool make there point
1 man sits here without his words
where could THEY possibly be herd
Post Mortem
Did you hear them sing dirge:
When the world comes crashing down on me,
Did you hear those voices across the divide?
A cacophony of tormented brain
All dead and moldy like forgotten bread,
Dust to dust,
Ashes to ashes;
Their lives begin to wan
As ashes from their burning hemp bush
That is just about what it is,
Their lives nailed with needle and shot away
And all the dark sores,
Spun a tangles tale of million arms
When this madness finally settle like death,
And after all the soaring
High up like a bird,
After all the falling, sprawling supine
And whimpering, eyes dilating,
Groaning like tired door
After all the hours in the back-rooms,
Of walking nights In dark corner streets
Of knives that flash deviance
To stark-eyes victims
The spiting cough from over laboured guns,
All for propitiation for the spirits
Of their consuming gods, After all of these
Someone still got his addict soaking brain splash
Out to foul the air
A tormented, yet a nice sleep.
Then commence that shout across the divide,
Help! Liberate this soul from
That which diminishes
From this quagmire, the deadness;
Of imprison moments.
And that is just all
With tip of match sticks
They measured out their life
And got filled up their nostrils
Exploded into the abyss
And a dirge: when the world comes Crashing down on me.
Can your calluses callus enough that God’s touch
will not touch a nerve ending (to reach you) if God
wants to kiss you (wants contact?) Yes, there! I’d guess not!
But that does leave unanswered if God would allow
you to ‘unfeel’ that feeling, to unring His knock
up your virginal doors? An unfruitful advent-
ure, a dalliance nipped in the bud, that’s your fame?
But delays to ‘what rhymes,’ might that mean you have crutch
or a leg left to stand on if Judgment’s not odd.
Is God’s Grace hope you’ve ace-in-the-hole (it’s a thought
though you hate to admit it?) You’re drawn to Macau?
There’s a bargaining chip? You have something to hock?
(You think hedging one’s bets is an option?) You’ve hint
there’s an exit (non-death) that’s not God’s to proclaim?
Life has binary options, it’s on, or it’s off.
We can’t choose to be ‘good,’ but we can ‘like’ God’s Grace?
If God’s real, ‘God’s’ not Fraud, but God still could be Fraud,
which might mean grace is fraud too and ‘life’s’ what all get.
Yes, we’re here then we’re not, yet death might be unreal
like some say God’s not there (if He is or He’s not!)
It’s confusing to me, and some think that I’m smart.
Are your calluses assets? I don’t mean to scoff,
but it looks more to me like that’s spiting your face
(you want calluses there?) Feet, hands, fingers seem odd
when feet shoed, and hands gloved still can bless life a bit.
Don’t confuse souls with soles (that would not be genteel!)
There’s no knowledge that lasts, and all feelings will rot
if no God is Creator (whose Love’s breath is Art!)
Brian Johnston
15th of August in 2020
speak softly soothe skeptical soldiers.
solicit sages solemn solace sombre soliloqy.
silence sinister speakers speaking
spiritless slogans spiting spightful signs
sift spontaneous sincerity signaling sooth
switch stuborn stupidities superflious supplications
supply superior supplications seeking Soverigns succor
search subtle subversion spreading such syphilis
silently subvert singularly subtle saboters
stimulate stern stewartship, stifle stinginess
spurn squawkers spurious spouting
stymie stylish subdivisions
sing songs signifying single sole solidarity
stupendously swing swift swords
stand strong stoic stern stealth
show splindors spiritual side
send special supremacys silver sight
such suitable sufficent spontanious souls
sow signals sought selflessly since salvation
savor Saviors salutory silence
seek sanctuary since sacrifice
so sacred so sadistic
saith saints suffering sagas
save sordid self searching sealed soul
sence sensation salvation shores
shun satans six six six
smell smoldering sinners smitten
solitify salvation seeing single source
I drift to you
Written Chrismas 2014
By Joel Thornton
polluted start run away
our day to drain
and you; this heart.
spirit of the cold machine
All your deceptive armor will rot
parsimonious mouth spiting dirt.
Brushed so cleanly.
I wish I was pure grey
Away from the sting of her pain
AWAY from myself. AWAY from All this hurt. All my decay.
All your running away.
You gave this to me.
But what cost? This worthless greed?
And now take it away
Yeah right. I guess we will see
All my loss. All you need.
If I cant move on, I will destroy myself
I can’t become undone.
I will save myself. If I will shine on
My shine will blind the sun.
I owe too much to where I am from.
Owe more to the future,
And all that has yet to come.
Thanks for an eye-opener
The sting that your gone.
The stink of desperation
All or some and some or none.
Never anyone left out.
There is never only one.
But in isolation
It sure feels as everyone is gone
In isolation - In this life
I am the only one.
Truly only one.
All but you have gone. I can finally breathe
with you still around.
But with all this distance
Digging all this fertile ground
Love will be buried
Like bad health - Disintegrate to none.
If I can’t love myself
I won’t
Can’t love no one else.
But inferior to mend
Submit to love, for I am less.
Submit to something bigger than me
Submit to the ideal of a kinder humanity
But I still won’t hold my breath.
Will wait. Won’t idle. Fear and time always winning
For they are my true enemies
The end.
IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE: 42
If you pull a long-bored acrimonious face
Looking hardly at anyone passing your way
Your sunken cheeks spiting your own face
But those bitter bitten lips will give you away
If you keep pulling that long forsaken-look face
Wondering why each face will not own mask betray
Slop around in slippers not deigning to tie shoe-lace
Know that « la caque sent toujours le hareng »* all day
If you then must keep pulling your long sagging face
To thwart all and everything not going your way
The noble Fa-Ling lines stop at the mouth without grace:
The « Flying Serpent enters the mouth", the Chinese say
If you still insist on pulling that long worsted face
Since no-one will miss you once you’re gone, you say
Just think how many have not even by « contumace"
Pulled a long lost face some weary dreary day
So if you're the kind to pull a put-up pleasant face
See no smile lurking in within the Sun’s awakening ray
Hear no Garden Warbler trill livening up the pace
Know then, Friend, you’re loose change in the cash tray
Note: * Literally, in French, means: "the herring barrel always stinks of herring », but figuratively, as in this instance, means:
« you can’t hide your origins ».
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, September 18, 2019
Spiting over the sky
Fell on the face
Hardly won franchise lost in the air
The cross on the paper turning like pepper
From the front,from the back
From the right and from the left
Everywhere,every moment
Surprises surround
Freedom is grabbed,distancing justice
Where?Tracing the whereabouts of peace,
Awakening eyes in threatening nights
Neglected bellies bonding the bones
Digging the bottoms of the planted mountains
Aiming to collapse breaking the summits!
The day has come that I realize
that my soul has been slayed
killed by its murderous blade of lies and shame
don't understand it probably never will
I try to keep hope for the future
but my light gets blown out every time like candles on a birthday cake
crashing me down and spiting on my face while they laugh
My dad said I'm a leader, but I'm starting to second guess his words
starting to think I am a follower sent to do others will
I'm the sheep that has been lead to the slaughter
Like the Christ put on the cross for our sins
And pray for all my friends that are in Hell
the ones I couldn't save the ones I couldn't make the sell
for the ones who are locked up in the cold cell
we have problems that only human, but I just hate that we have so many of them
This is my last verse to tell
I don't know why I get back up I just do
Is it because of faith,truth,love,pride, or just stupidity?
I won't know the reason until the smoke clears
this is my proclamation I will stay strong
even when I get knocked down I will get right back up
The day has come I realize
I know you hear them, calling loud, from the skies of hope they drive the wind,
manipulated like a puppet, the day has come, it has started now, right here we open our
eyes to the truth, mistaken one more time and dozens to come, how many days do you take to
realize you have come to the end of the road, they are coming fast, falling like rockets
and others are descending like leaders, the grounds are opening wide, lines with bursted
flames sparkling out the ground, I know you hear my voice now, I mourn the end to start
today, this demons are free, so many coming in seconds, thousands spread in just an hour,
jumping to millions, you kill one and six kills you, some kill with pleasures, others kill
with respect, blood and blood, splashing the walls, haunting the streets, they have
swords, axes, guns, bows, with anything they kill, they satisfied their million years
imprisoned in just 7 days, so much screaming, so many dead, body’s now make a sea on the
city, lights are reddish, some touches the living and make it rot in seconds, the day no
longer shines hateful flames, only red poisoned fog, killing anyone who breaths it,
calling the skies, executing little children’s, playing with them like prototyped dogs, we
deserve this, we won this hell, our life makes a straight line across the sea, no one to
hold, no one to call, the last thing you said to them is the last and that’s it, no more
chance to fix your sins, today you die, now that big mourn up in the skies, rising from
the long deep water dragons with bursting flame spiting out their mouth, no one to save
only yourself this time, I can hear you cry, my god what I’ve done, my friends, family,
they die, I can hear them scream, with names, lots of pain and blood coming out of the
skies, I cant believe the god we killed would make this nightmare upon us...