Short Spilt Poems

Short Spilt Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Spilt by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Spilt by length and keyword.

I spilt some milk on my chocolate
Milk on my Chocolate
I Spilt some milk on my chocolate
Milk on my chocolate
I spilt some milk on my chocolate
Milk on my Chocolate

© Patrick ORourke  

just under his kilt
                 slightly hanging at a tilt
                     from the tip to hilt
           once great weapon starts to wilt
             highland dirk ~ covered in silt

By David Kavanagh 

highland dirk = Scottish stabbing weapon

© David Kavanagh   

It may be a day of red 
Which would make something that should be said 
A Mother's love is un denying 
Putting up with her child's whining 
That turns into innocent sighing 
So on this day of love 
Let's reach a little above 
While acting peacefully in the tradition of a white dove

© Marc O'Brien  

With over forty
years apart
let’s pretend
it’s just a day
That time we’ve lost
and what it cost
to ignore
and look away

We can’t tunnel
through the heartache
but a bridge over
can be built
To put behind
those days unrhymed
with tomorrow
— yet unfelt

(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)

© Kurt Philip Behm  

Quiet until that pen was found,
ink spilt words make you brave.
With one line a rebel was crowned,
regardless of the message. 
Spoken with spirit they’re spellbound,
style hangs heavy in the air. 
Turn of phrase with a posh sound,
ink spilt words make you brave.
She didn’t step up to mess around.

© Melani Udaeta  

currently 
the current of
my life's stream
is a day dream that
lasts all through the night

but as was
once said one 
can't step in the 
same stream twice 
so older i float in flights

of fancy
fancying that
fantasy is a far
better thing to do
then thinking i know

what's
around
the
next
bend

© Jeff Connelly  

I raise a glass to you
My lips lingering along the glass
I pull away the stains along my wrists permanent

Your eyes roll to look at the mind you don't have

"To the happy couple." I smile over your bodies 

I cannot tell if when you told me I was insane if you were right

I remember how cold your hands were, maybe you were already dead
I don't think you can be colder than this

The miss you dawn on me
The lies you spew like blood

© Colbi Hagan  

Here I stand with a razor in hand
I stare into the mirror and see my reflection
Tears falling and scars that will never heal
You don't care and you never understood
That the pain I feel is real
I slash my wrist and clench my fist
Bittersweet release and bliss
I drop the blade and fall to my knees
As I drift into an everlasting sleep
I weep for your return
But now I finally learn
That love is not true unless your blood runs red
Cause words mean nothing when your heart is dead

© Rene Stobaugh