Best Spoil Poems
Someone They Did Spoil
He acted like someone they did spoil;
Is mad and behavior over would boil;
Never persevered,
While acting weird,
And life had been in constant turmoil.
Jim Horn
Sound familiar?
OH TO SPOIL YOU ROTTEN,
TO FULFILL YOUR EVERY WHIM,
TO SHOWER YOU WITH TREASURES,
JUST WHERE SHOULD I BEGIN.
TO COVER YOU WITH FLOWERS,
AND GRANT YOUR EVERY WISH,
TO SERVE YOU WITH A SILVER PLATTER,
THE MOST EROTIC DISH.
TO LAY YOU ON THE SOFTEST PILLOWS,
FROM YOUR FEET UP TO YOUR HEAD,
TO COMFORT AND CARESS YOU,
UPON THE SOFTEST BED.
OH TO SPOIL YOU ROTTEN,
AND GIVE YOU SUCH DELIGHT,
TO SPOIL YOU EVERY MORNING,
AND THEN AGAIN AT NIGHT.
There once was a company that goofed
Proving they were not error proof
Then they continued to lie
Saying contingencies were tried
As ecological costs went through the roof
Is it that such a bad thing?
To want to tell you everything?
I need to hear your voice,
I need that reassurance.
I need you.
I have you,
but you're busy.
I respect that but respect my need.
Do i make too much time for you?
Or is that me putting you first?
I love you but i want to be spoiled.
Just everyone in a while,
i want to be the thing that comes first and feel bad for being spoiled.
I want to tell you to pay attention to others because you're hung up on me.
I want to feel like you really would rather be no where else.
Everyone once in a while,
Just spoil me.
Rich, dark clods of soil
I drink deeply of their spoil
Boiling it all down
Back in the early '50s, my Dad believed in,
"Spare the rod, spoil a child," his lesson seeping in.
As a young growing kid, I longed for playtime's call,
Believing in the joy of games, both indoors and outdoors, I stood tall.
Mornings meant waking up to breakfast's warm delight,
Then off to the playing field, where dreams took flight.
Soccer games with friends, a ball dancing at our feet,
Laughter and competition merging, making life sweet.
Returning home, it was school's turn to take the stage,
Waiting for the bell to ring, releasing me from its cage.
Quickly escaping, my cricket team awaited outside,
Bound by the love of the game, with passion as our guide.
But my Dad had other plans, a tutor he'd employ,
Armed with a shining black ruler, ready to deploy.
Counting became a challenge, I faltered with each try,
And for every digit missed, the ruler would meet my thigh.
Alphabets came next, a daunting task to undertake,
I stumbled and missed many, inviting the ruler's wake.
With each whack, the shrieks pierced through the evening air,
Neighbors and Mom pleading, a cry for fairness to bear.
But my Dad remained unmoved, adamant in his belief,
That homework must be done, before granting any relief.
Yet one day, a lesson blossomed within my soul,
I rid myself of the tutor, and took my studies under control.
From that day forward, I delved into learning on my own,
No more ruler's sting, my independence fully grown.
I realized education could be a joy, not just a chore,
And with newfound freedom, I soared, wanting to explore.
Marsh mellows
Big as pillows
Chocolate drips
Those sticky lips
Forget the waist
Gorge in haste
As I strolled through the forest
One early morn
I chanced upon a unicorn.
It was beautiful, all covered in dew
And In bright colors with a golden hue.
It pranced about and smiled at me,
Singing a song filled with glee.
His song was sweet, the words so clear
A friend’s birthday was almost here.
"Oh! " I said, “May I go along for the fun?”
“Climb aboard!" said the unicorn,
"We must hurry, we must run!."
Faster and faster, we moved along,
The unicorn continued to sing this song,
"We are going to see PD to celebrate,
Taking her hugs and kisses and
We can't be late!
Her birthday is the 7th of October
She loves unicorns better than a 4 leaf clover!"
"So come along all of you Poetrysoupers, raise your
Voices in a birthday song for our Friend, PD, so precious,
Sing it allllllllll day looooooong!"
The trip is long, the roads are smooth,
Hitch hicking on clouds is a special groove.
The wind is quiet, at night the stars lead the way.
Sometimes the moon lights the night,
If you get there before us, in the window put a light!
I could go on forever PD but I thinks it time I stop in flight...
Happy Birthday dear friend, keep that smile shinning bright!
Cynthia
Dedicated to Poet - Destroyer
Keep your hands off my waist
And your lips far from mine
Please do not be in a haste
Wait until I am thine
Keep your feet when we dine
And your legs please don't swing
Take heed lest we are drunk on wine
If not, we'll spoil everything
Keep your neck at it's place
And your fingers by your side
Let your eyes not leave my gaze
To wander on my curves or tide
Keep our nose bridge long and wide
But that of our hearts so thin
May our heads not hearts decide
If not, we 'll spoil everything
Keep your mind unto our talk
'Specially when we're in the sand
Pick the public for our walk
Lest you are tempted when we stand
Let shakes not go past my hand
And hugs not too long for sin
To find good room to us disband
If not, we'll spoil everything
Touch not
We can, after the ring
If not
We'll spoil everything
The party is kind of boring
Then all changes in a single moment.
I see her standing next to me.
Stunning and sweet as she always was.
Her smile cuts my heart open
like a knife.
Hi how are you she whispers.
I hope she cannot tell I am lying.
As I tell her I am fine and make up
some recent accomplishments.
My mind is on her figure
Her lips her hair.
I might as well be speaking
In a foreign language.
Words falling like snowflakes
Randomly In the wind.
I ask her how she has been
She frowns lightly.
There’s a hole in my life she said.
I fill up our glasses with wine.
Hope raising in my heart
Like the wine filling my glass.
She tells a few happy stories
It’s weekend and a party
happy is a prerequisite.
We drink quickly
To fill our inner emptiness.
And suddenly its midnight
I hold her coat she slips
her arms into the sleeves.
Like we have done a thousand
times before.
I spin her to me we kiss
I remember her and the hurt melts.
She comes back to my flat
We make love the trapped
tears fall inside my eyes.
Then the warmth of her
floods my soul I am bipolar now.
Feeling over the moon.
I should have stayed on an
emotional carousel not jumped
onto the roller coaster.
I can’t hold it back
I spoil it all.
I love you honey
So much
Please come back to me.
She stiffened slightly in my arms.
The moment was lost.
We will see she whispers.
The house is silent I awaken
to the soft click of my door closing.
Her side of my bed is still warm.
I know my half healed heart
Will reopen the cuts she left before.
And I would bleed
like I did when she first left me.
Grounded
You say I’m grounded
Ground me
Impossible it seems to keep me in one spot
For any length of time
Unless between my thighs
And make your eyes speak for you
They say more then you ever could
When your glares scream at me
My knees are weak
I am yours to please
Ground me
Yes I am grounded
Closer to the floor then I ever thought possible
And you pound me
Over and over again
Until I understand that I’m yours
There is no pretence
When I am made yours
And nothing false about your quickening pace
As your soft hands touch my face
And your stare makes love to my mind
Ground me
I need stability
Your steady hand brings it to me
Round and round again
Are you ready
For me
To test your rod again
On this tortuous path called life
I go harvesting and drinking the storms
without having too much calm...
Sometimes with the chase
of men with blind sights
I proceed staggering, among staggering...
Sad is the spoil of this life
little time of virtues
and an arsenal of mistakes...!
In the countryside I found a poppy
Hints of romance, I felt a bit soppy
I thoughts of my lover
Then watched a cow smother
That poppy in stuff warm and sloppy
SPILLEGE SPOIL SYBER SIST-- Vogon Unofficial Anthem Poetry
Infused intensity of immense ignorant
Boils of blast feme burbling
Crackle and gilling clump coils
Of filament retardants…..coverings
Egos frost bitten frozen bumps
Cabbage patch dolls provocateur
Running ruins caveating wretch
Worldly scum virgate arresting…..whose
Developing deepen darts of daze
Daring divorced deities
Spillage spoil syber sist
Rope gatherings of responsive reeps…..what?
Tweet twik ti tork
Tweet twik ti tork
Tork twik ti Tweet
Wailing walls worship waters sung-songs
Of open offensives offerings
Spillage spoil syber sist
Vested virtues very vast
Undermining unfixed unumerously…..anthem
Spillage spoil syber sist
1/17/25
For Vogon Poetry Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
If words could dig deep
Mine will cause an earth quake,
Soil every tear to an ocean
Search the face of happiness
And wrath good in it's season.
If food was not costly,
I would feed the nations,
Put smiles and bring heaven down
But what does a pauper do!
Healing through memories,
Fighting the spoils to face the day
Oh the dawn comes
Terrifying my confidence,
Shattering my hopes
Who will cook this earth to betterness!
Why is lack trendy!!!