Best Splitter Poems
Remember Me
Cold wet coastal today
I escaped
Sat myself behind a sanctuary
The rain beating rhythms
On window panes
Hot coffee and brandy
Warm inside The Athena Café
Radio spends its missed tuning
Hissing tinny tunes
Love songs
Of losing
Love songs of having
Love sings
Of wanting
Blank the grey sky
Flattering dreaming thoughts meander
On emotions wandering
Focus themselves
With photographic memories
I see
The smile
White satin dressed
Curls of auburn red
All I fell for
All I lived for
My Princess
Her crown tilted
The mischievous angels
Of her
I sigh
As my fingers remember
They once ran themselves
Through your hair
As my lips in accord
Re-taste the peach
Of kisses
I once knew
Sometime so long ago
I can hear your voice
Silent echo
A touch in my soul
Sentient it is
Hieroglyphic speaks
Reverberating something
Deep and known
My eyes replay moments
Of vague tactile loving
These trespasses
And these memories wishing
Batter at some-where’s
Deeping
Inside of me
Aching
Longing
Word forms swirl
In printed pages of you
And send messages of distance
So far from me
So far
From you
To a horizon which is
Part of me
Out into grey meridians
My heart travels
While my seconds record
The splitter and splatter
Of rain on the window pane
Looking back at me
With your reflection
Another cigarette
My coffee cold
And nothing but froth
The heat of my brandy
Matches the twists of floating smoke
Sends my thoughts out riding point
To the cavalry of clouds
With the banner of love
Rides wing-ed horses
With fire on their hooves
Lifts all this nescient knowing
Rushes headlong
To you
Tiny rippled pools
Drop on the sheen
Dark colours anew
Of rain fall continues
One more coffee
No more brandy
Time to leave slowly
And some how find an end
For this poetry
Find a way to Morse code my heart
Out into expansive skies
And wrap my arms
Around you
I remember the home
Of holding you
The rain has stopped
Categories:
splitter, loverain, rain,
Form:
Free verse
My bladder behaves through the night
Each morning my flow is just right....
But throughout the day
There is hell to pay
It's bursting; I cross my legs tight
WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON
Ladies and gentlemen please feel free to join in, send me your limericks by soup mail or in your comment as I will add them to the poem
In order to keep all my friends
I refrain from doing the bends
No trips to the loo
I hold in my poo
And strap on a pair of depends!
WRITTEN BY T S POETRY
10/10/19
Super Girl she had buns of steel
Clark wanted to make them a meal
He played them like a flute
Until she let out a toot
Then he couldn’t seal the deal!
Written by Richard Lamoureux
Half an hour since her last patter-pitter,
and she’s facing the next bladder-splitter.
If she runs or she leaps,
something critical seeps,
and you’d better stand back if she titters.
Written by Nina Parmenter
While driving I often need to pee
When bathrooms are miles away from me
I step harder on the gas
hoping my urge will soon pass
While speeding towards the nearest tree
When out golfing and ready to tee
I sometimes feel a strong urge to pee
with no bathrooms near by
I throw my golf club high
while I run to find the nearest tree
written by Tania Kitchin
From dawn till two I’m on that loo
Black lace ‘n silk won’t see me through
Need porous panties
Huge knicks; no scanties
In need of help ~ what should I do?
Written by Ann Gilmor
When I go out I hate to drink too much
Because I'll have to go potty and such
On a day I don't care,
It's plastic underwear
Lace with thick liner, to catch water rush
Written By Alexis Y
Categories:
splitter, body, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
Shivering shards sliced through my sullen system.
nightss nag with naissant nightmares
mornings moved as malignant monsters
trust twisted in tabescent thorns tearing within me
I ignored prayers, mindfulness and Jesus above
I believed in money and stood
as a gluttony, greedy foolish glideroy entity
the empire of emptiness exhausted me...
my crimson crooked heart hovered in the chains of inner being
crashing tides of bewildering blood sustained me
somber singing penetrated my lonely ears
for I heard the poignant prayers of promise
seeped through my splitter sins of seduction
for there remained regal relief of my convictions
my hope heart gave my soul a sarcralized sword of triumph
Who betrayed me?
Me, myself and I
For I stole the stars of my soul
January 16th 2022
Categories:
splitter, anxiety, betrayal, change, conflict,
Form:
Alliteration
My current days are trails paved abhorrent
for I wail money twisted and time blistered
within knot plots I cannot get untwistered.
I live as a searcher of dollar measure flexers
and as an oh what should I do now perplexer.
Even toilet paper is a difficult gainer
when basic nutrition is not an obtainer.
Being a face washer, teeth flosser, hair brusher
and body cleaner upper are now strainers.
All intentions proper flare up money impaired
when one’s pennies add up to not even any.
How to be a life liver as a faith believer
when your scenes scream just be a quitter,
a truly properly decent sanity splitter?
When losing my job hard spun me money shun,
my question grinder also lost its answer finder.
Tonight, I’ll be a bread crumb eater and soup sipper
but tomorrow I may be a slipper wearing mess
roamer, a senseless out loud streaming press
and a restaurant trash can nonchalant searcher
who forgot her thoughts once held nothing worser.
... CayCay
August 22, 2019
Categories:
splitter, angst, conflict, confusion, crazy,
Form:
Lyric
Within this ink is a taste so bitter
Warn you though I am no quitter
I don't follow fake pomp and glitter
Find within me a devotion emitter
The crosses your bearing, I was for her there log splitter
Replacing their pain, I added sweetness to the bitter
I've written the code of how to be a committer
If you intend to challenge my devotion, those eyes must see you commit to her!
I'll carve you out if you show up to be a transmitter!
That feeling within you; Dads are "far more than just a jitter"
For if hell has a place on Earth; it will not be with me as it's remitter
Categories:
splitter, dad, daughter, devotion, father
Form:
Monorhyme
A polite rain
joined me briefly
before heading uptrail
to leave me standing, alone,
in a suddenly steaming forest.
I wrote this on a hike in the Adriondacks to to Mt Marcy, the highest mountain in New York State. My Adirondack Guide indicated that Tahawus was the a first Nation (Iroquois ??) name for the mountain and it meant “cloud-splitter.” I decried that the mountain is now named "Mt. Marcy"after William L. Marcy, who as Governor of New York (1833-1839), authorized the geological survey that explored the area. I speculated that this is why there is so little poetry in our time.
However, a later Wikipedia search revealed that the name was likely never used by the aboriginal peoples of the area to refer to the mountain, and its meaning, may have no roots in any language.
Categories:
splitter, mountains,
Form:
Free verse
A pile of dead branches lay on the ground,
Once proud, now forgotten and dead.
I drag them, with the tractor, off the side of the hill,
And dump them by the side of the shed.
Then the chainsaw comes out, all sharpened and shined,
Filled with black oil and fuel.
Two hours of chopping into cylindrical blocks,
This chainsaws a perfect wood tool.
And the axe and the splitter come out for a play,
And my back is beginning to tire.
Finally I have a pile of splintered up logs,
All ready to light a warm fire.
Finally I relax, staring into these flames,
Hypnotised by their whimsical charm.
And I'm happy and free, just a little bit sore,
A winter's day on the family farm.
Categories:
splitter, fire,
Form:
Quatrain
Dedicated to a Nun that was raped by a Hindu gang in Orrisa in India.
Bondage dawdles but dauntless rambler.
Glimmers as goblin a goblet gambler.
A heartburn glory chalks a chandelier.
A granite lineage outdistanced gondolier.
Responsive restitution a splitter sponger,
Guttural estuary grumbles bounded cavalier.
A bony strangled receptacle receiver,
Keynote bolted storm violate believer.
Categories:
splitter, caregiving
Form:
Imagism
Tip tap splitter-splatter ,
Goes down the rain.
Flying down with a clatter ,
Creating brooks along the lane …
From the dark , fluffy clouds...
Descending with the breeze..
Exciting the overjoyed crowds ,
Swaying along with the trees …..
Splashes in the cool puddles ,
Muddy footprints of toddlers and teens ...
Accompanied by the pleasant sounds of guggles ,
And happy faces with wide beams …
It is a blessing , a form of love ...
No frowns , no sorrow , no hatred , no harm ,
Just healing the pains , smoothening the rough ,
Because nature is at its best charm ….
Categories:
splitter, nature, rain,
Form:
Quatrain
We were told at a young age,
capitalism is long-term better
Got the short end of the slave trade,
now everyday I’m feeling fetter
Working the industrial fields,
come rain or shine
Breathing factory fumes that kill,
half-life expectancy
was the pyramid pay
for toiling overtime
Blue shirts keep giving us eclipse hearts
the undertaker blues
Blue steel love sending to the black veils
more barrel bad news
Shooting galleries on display
on the downtrodden side of the stacks
Hopelessness is the drug
that provides
the fleeting freedom we daily lack
We were told at a very tender age,
capitalism is so much better
Got the debtor deal of the slave trade,
now everyday I’m feeling fetter
Heard whispers of an emancipation
given many moons ago
But invisible chains left us shackled
to the market ebb and flow
Unpaid wages of labor
lends unto itself
plenty of poverty pain to promissory borrow
Practice hate thy neighbor,
preach usury stealth
Ivory towers never expect a darker tomorrow
Bred to be sold like cattle head,
let the coin decide the cull
Oh how the runaways be ballot led
to the anchored end of the hull
We were taught at a garden paradise age,
capitalism is Adam splitter better
Got the chain reaction part of the slave trade,
seems everyday I’m feeling fetter
Waves and waves of tears
fall to the barren ground of our captivity
An aching need for amnesia
to heal our collective bound memories
Harrowing echoes of the plight of the damned
cascade across the ocean of time
Doors of opportunity always bar code slammed,
our genetic number wasn’t prime
This telltale sin
was mercantile written
on our unlit skin
Degradation was the scarlet letter
given to our kin
We were told at an innocent age,
pure capitalism is soul profitable better
Yet, we got the least end of the slave trade,
and every hollow day I’m feeling fetter
07-22-21
Categories:
splitter, allegory, history, how i
Form:
Dramatic Verse
I put my brain in a blender today
It was my right hand that did it
The dominant one
In one forceful bash
I reached in and pulled it out
Bits of bone and bloody brain
First stop was chop
Little pieces of memory flipped about
But remained
This is no good, no good at all!
Next, I set my mind on grind
Gray pulp splatter
What's the matter?
You're not getting squeamish
Because that's nothing
I hit the pulse button
Splat and splatter, splat and splatter
Memory-matter, splitter-splatter
This is guts-and-gore stuff
So deal with it
I lifted the brain-lined lid
And freed the random chunks
They were clinging for dear life
But there is no escape
With the back of my hand
I slapped 'em back in
No escape, not today
Off the grind and on to puree
**Thanks for reading... Anton - www.foesofprose.com**
Categories:
splitter, angst, funny
Form:
an invalid
an invital
cast a clearing on
could not only part a sea,
but more likely the trees
big bad mountain splitter
clear a path for me please
hid away in slums of heaven
formed a gang of impressionable heads
fools didn't know that they were dead
but cried to the pain of phantom wings
sunset diver
karmic debt collect
hunting me down for
great crimes than might exist punishments for
though no one ever said
that gods weren't creative
an invalid
an inculpable
voodoo dolls
voodoo dolls
with voodoo minds
and time after time
are oh so willing
to prick themselves with any old needle and pin
drawing in...
Categories:
splitter, angst, death, depression, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
Urban jungle roosters,
born-again scarecrow,
to untutored city eyes,
tawny pipit stonewall nester,
jet black Inca dove bereft,
of dovetail on a croque monsieur,
idle bone grub crawl,
mother hen to sandy brown,
and velvet bill gazer,
from an nearby creak,
recent rural migrant now,
a tree house side kick,
chickadee a late date sitter,
on this air flock beaky natter,
or tweet between the ice float,
edgy grey day species wield,
their sprightly ruffled feathers,
as an orthopaedic surgeon,
and their spatula when scraping,
rancid bark off windmill elm trees,
gastric bugle trenchermen ahoy,
while ogling a fellow common redpoll,
oh these tummy rumble diners,
will zoom in on every gourmet,
tangled wire mesh feeder station.
round and round they’ll fly,
on zesty mission beetroot,
a cock-eyed scavenger‘s delight,
are they siblings of a noble order?
white tale mountain bluebirds swopping,
habitat for granite boundary habit,
off key off discordant choirboys,
six sided snow bird chorus,
ear splitter for tardy wakening,
they cheep religiously as if,
their only valid creed was,
window squinting prayer meets
Categories:
splitter, art, beautiful, beauty, environment,
Form:
Ekphrasis
When texting was just starting out, my friend texted LOL to me.
Little ornery lunatic?
Lovely ordinary laugh?
Luxuriously outstanding lady?
Lobe-oriented log-splitter?
Land over Lithuania?
Lime Orange Lion-berries?
I texted back “what is LOL?”
But she had shut her phone off
For the night.
I texted three more friends,
But their phones had also
Been shut off.
This was before people started
carrying their cellphones all
day long, looking at them
constantly you see.
LOL
Categories:
splitter, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Light Verse
Need Rehab on Cold Slab
Could be because I became a crab;
What we really need is some rehab;
For while waited;
Was reactivated;
They found us lying on a cold slab.
Jim Horn
My Goodness and Great Lord
Oh my goodness and great Lord,
So He will welcome you aboard;
Will invite,
More poems write;
Hearing from does look toward.
Jim Horn
On test started with vibe and verve;
Then results had downward swerve;
Afraid;
Failing grade,
So teacher did grade us on a curve.
Jim Horn
Was a bitter quitter of the liter;
Had horrible time being a hitter
Saw some trees;
Swang at breeze;
So ended up being a rail splitter.
Categories:
splitter, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick