Best Splat Poems


Fallen Arches

Underneath a rainbow
The colours fall down flat
Perhaps it is the rain
That makes them all go splat!

Splat

On my porch,
La Cucaracha appears 
creeping like an army tank prying,                                           
his long antennae used for spying
this cockroach doesn’t belong in my world

“Hey, you’ll die tonight!”
repulsive insect,
colored a liver yellow

Roaches can live without heads.
when he dies...it’s all or nothing
fearless is a word that describes this bug
I warned him to go away

Has he earned the right to live with impunity...hmmm
God makes him too!
Let him be and give him his freedom

Squashed, flattened, splattered
any word will do

Splat Art

countryside car cruise
kamikazes on windshield
moonscapes on the move


Splat

The skydiver was an acrobat.
When he jumped he liked to throw his hat.
Free falling was his hope
His hat stuck in the rope.
The chutte didn’t open; he died...splat!

Ó November 22, 2011


Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Die A 'Fun' Death Contest 	
Sponsored by: Natalie The Rogue Rhymer

Splat Splatter


Your red light betters consider you a black bug
on the windshield of life

That freedom flight of fancy smushed condition,
it don’t spotted glass much matter

Just another ghetto pest
that didn’t pass the police car 
collision course tute test

Listen to the blue siren chatter,
dead air channel static
Broken wing green dreams start to fade to black,
as the fluttering pulse on the shield
ebbs exhalation erratic
Jitterbug sound of splat splatter

Fear of an accidental roadkill encounter
Smitten by the yield heated grill ... open hands up in the air 
or spread wide on the hot hood,
it don’t too much yellow tape matter

Ghetto exodus poverty flees
causes frosty mad dash, suburban chase paranoia
SWAT the criminal skin pigmented flies,
kill the epidermal honeybees

Wipe those dark bloodstains from the windbreaker riot vest
Get a brass shield, black beetle swish commendation, I guess

Law abiding fight against societal crushed condition ...
protest a little too loudly, it don’t asphalt smear much matter

Smack dab into the heated grill ... street interrogation
Accidental crossroad kill ... fatal intersection situation

Just another ghetto tick pest
that didn’t pass the patrol vehicle 
racial profile oppression test

Hear the fading siren, morgue dispatched chatter:
Black bugaboo chained melody
always gon freely get the blue metal splat splatter


*tute is an old Germanic word meaning "look out."

The Splat

The splat
Colors stay
colors fade
but the splat remains the same
colors split
colors fit
but the splat is always the common fix

colors brighten
colors dim
but the splat always shows what's within
colors combine
colors divide
but the splat carries on how it should

colors always change
for we all the colors
each and every one of us
different in our own way
weak on our own
but when we combine 
we make something greater
something stronger
an item 
a life style
a life

for we are the splat


My Foot--Your Back--Your Mouth Goes Splat

I don't mean to interfere
But your annoyance I don't care
To listen to anymore 
I'm gonna boot you out the door
If you don't stop all this nonsense
There will be a consequence
If your words keep being rude
Your annoying me with crude
And racist words you say
Cutting my heart with decay
From the foul and mean words
That is making me disturbed
By the way that you regard
Other people--It is hard
To keep silent anymore
Your about to hit the floor
As my foot makes a big whack
With a hard kick to your back
Watching your mouth split in two
From the force I used on you
Now it will be hard to speak
With a busted ugly "beak"
No more racist words to hear
I'm glad I made them disappear

Splat

A flea in a bag is not akin to a farmers market on a window sill but wide angled mirrors breathe many a basket bomb into a woven template if a footstool. Perching by a bathroom crevasse one ponders the many insecurities of a passing flying snail. For to shell is not to show. And shelter is decorated in a mindfully placed swirl. Bracket not a bucket. And brake no gear. It is an impossible wonder of a mile long coin that enters the golden highway at a junction aforementioned in a style magazine. Oh fabulous the floors will be nice and clean today for the mops are arriving in great multitude on many landing strips of lino,carpet, and laminate flooring too. A pretty cat sighs. For intrusive interrupted snoozing is not pleasant for a snoring meow. But mowing an eleven acre lawn is best performed with a five centimetre pair of scissors. Hahahahah silvery shrouds seeking secrecy hahahahaha moon painted boil xxxxx fastidiousness Z

Splat

For the soul is stripped,
The heart just stops,
The gloom of the day,
Enchanted without worry,
For it is gone,
All the feelings produced,
Numb as we sit,
We are yet at work,
But the motivations are just that,
No motivation,
No sense of will,
Cascading downwards,
For what went wrong?
How did this overwhelming feeling erupt,
Where do we fit?
Where will we land?
Tumbling,
Falling,
Stumbling,
With no hope in sight,
But the breaking of the ground,
Leave, let me tumble,
To much wasted time,
SPLAT!

09/07

Cat Splat Meow

Cat splat meow. Once said on a bridge now without it's claws. But a clause is often not a purpose and fifteen fingered gentlemen are unwelcome in a tidal wave format as fish are the only necessary being in a furry wrap if tine. Being. Bees. Best. Becoming.

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Smashed up against the wall it 
Shat ter ed
 	in     
to
 tin
y
 pi ec es.  
My m
i
n d 
is splintered  broken, 
never to be put back together again 
S as in 
 P as in pratt
 L as in love and lust
 A as in ashes
T as in tampon, tarnished, tainted, titty titillation, Tshirt dishing up all the dirt until it hurt cassie, cassandra, cossetted ,cosy  crap – yes that is exactly what I want to say  cassie, cassandra, bert, burk, berk, twerp.  
Today is all about words
seehowtheyflow.
Lately they have been very elusive, evading, hiding in the archives on my mind.
I reach in as they rush to the back squashing up tightly against the backwall fearful of being caught.  
Once said they are exposed, 
out there.  
I can tell they are present,  I know they have been here before, but for now they hide in the shadows of the mental cerebral crypt.  Pretending not to exist  but their footprints are cemented in my memory 
distant though they may be.  
Images, concepts, incidents, instances – a moment shared, a moment in time all translated into words.
Memory, remember, memorise, recall, compos mentis
brain cells once young, fresh, active, bright, receptive, recollection sharp, vivid  - now slow      grey     sluggish     closed     old  
 					dying.

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splat
all over you
sweet tender 
love
turned to stone
pretty angel
you wanted 
my ugly truth
my hard history--
--the long bent road
to 
what I 
pine
yearn
ache
waste away 
for
hope it doesn't 
crush you
there's a 
prince in the beast
and a beast in 
the prince
who still believes
fairy tales come true
that a good girl
could be his
even after
especially after 
you
take him to dizzying
death defying 
rapturous 
heights from which 
he hurtles
free falling 
down, down, down
diving deep
into your
soft
burning heart
then 
smack 
smitten 
splattered
like wily coyote?
pursuing my roadrunner
over a cliff 
I leap
with my trusty dusty 
rocket pack
does it fire?
--or do I pancake
pick myself up
off the ground
a little damaged
probably
but pretty much
indestructible
I bounce back
into shape
again
and give chase
to a beauty
or maybe
just maybe
"this" ignites 
and I
catch you

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Wham bam slam splat
That gnat, flat lies --
Death's stat; squished prize

Splat Flat Cat

The horse jumped on the dog
The dog jumped on the cat
I jumped on the horse
And the cat went splat!

The horse jumped off the dog
The dog jumped off the cat
I jumped off the horse
But the cat was flat

The horse went to the races
The dog put on his hat
"I don't want to play no more"
Said the splat flat cat.
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Those squirrels aren't born to be squealers
Once flat it’s too late for faith healers
Midway between tyres
Avoids the hell fires
Alas, there are bloody three wheelers

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