Short Spill Poems
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Filling you so deep,
Your soul clenches like a vice,
As I spill from you.
(c) 2015 PJ Bayliss
So what’s to say
About tomorrow
Or today
Can it spill over
Until what’s done
Just remains
A reminder
Of painful days
Hold my stem, lest I spill sherry
Pour unto me the flavor of you;
My cold feet go into spree
Is unsteady, yet free to go.
Contour of her tears
Flow down her wet enhanced cheek…
Grey clouds spill some rain
Russell Sivey
Because things ...
Fade whenever obsolescence,;
Because forever, just a myth.
I thought ..
Spill my heart now in flower.
Precipice
Arizona cliffs
Above rippling waters' rush.
Floodwaters spill out.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
March 13, 2009
The innocent blood we spill
Stains the city on shining hill
Lest we see dark of hell's fire
Let love be only hearts desire
The world is falling
but we fly with poetry;
Soaring through pages;
Deconstructed emotions
spill like tea onto the floor.
There was a love bird named Bill
he liked to sun on the sill
himself admiring
he was so charming
until he had a big spill
Rays
Spill forth
Through window
Drawing pictures
Sun
Beams
Shining
Through the leaves
On the placid pond
Moon
3/4/19
Brother you are only half of me
but I brought you in as full
I hope we could live happily
even though I got stuck with the spill
Rice paper windows,
soften threads of perfect light
a skin to your hands
as we sip our steaming tea
and spill secrets of the day.
Hurricane of oil
nears the pristine swampland of
Louisiana's future.
[Written after the oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico in 2010]
What is the
seed I dare not spill?
Is it useless grief?
I have only so much
stored in my breath.
I dare not waste
a single tear.
The Haiku Master
waited at the twilight hour
It dawned on him
Floribunda rose
Awakens to spill it's scent
Midsummer night dream
Acorn hats of wood
balanced on each fingertip
while giggles spill rich.
Felt tip markers draw the eyes
in this poor man's puppet show.
Live around us dying
Failure to bretah fresh
In spill kill ocean live
No arm in voices
No plan to clean
Spicies in love like us
My hospital bed is surprising
It goes up and down exercising
The bed pan stays still
But the contents spill
All over an organ downsizing!
soul-numb nights
in red light glaze-gaze
vodka hazed
streetlights spill
blood beads of a loveless life
a heart scarlet scarred
i sympathize with a fly
that landed on my
blueberry pie, i give out
a cry! and spill all my
chai, though perhaps
he was hungrier
than i
I turn on the water spicken nothing comes out but rust and sludge such as life inside~
9/4/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Milk and honey,
sun-kissed and tangled,
spill into a river made of silk -
it clings to the sway of her hips.
Hazelnut, are the eyes, stalking.
This lovely bird!
Have you seen him
At your window?
Have you heard?
His sweet singing in forests
Not babbling! To you
Spill the beans.
OIL SPILL
Says car radio
“Oil spill on the Yellowstone”
Why I’m feeling ill
And great cities smoke away
Fat merchants blink at breakfast
The night was still
She took the path
downhill.
Without a will
Without a spill
She took a pill.
The night was still.