Short Spit Poems

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Premium Member Mouth Etiquette

They say real ladies don’t spit
Then what in the salava to do with it
Just hold it in 
With a grin
Or learn to swallow another trick
Form: Limerick


How On Earth

I went to the Vet, for what it's worth,
Give Fido these pills? How on earth?
Fido did the big dummy spit, 
Then he snapped me! Over it!

Spit

her
native
tongue
is Spanish

my
native
tongue
is English

in
our
global
village we

are on a Greek
island French
kissing multi
linguistically
Form:

Premium Member We Spit On Poe's Raven

We spit on Poe's raven
The crows and me
True blackbirds, living our truth
Eating corn ahead of the masses
Leaving nothing at borders
Glorying in our evilness

Spit and Polished

she asked
me to shave
her head
her hair
bald

so i did
as asked
and felt
the falling
softness

then
woke
and then
realized i'd
cut my beard

in
my
sleep
Form:


Spit Take

I’ll slice the breath you take
Bones, muscles, and sinew taste
I’ll spoon the red gravy you make
And don’t you dare insinuate
I’ll bite the plastic fork to break
Off the boneless meal I ate
I’ll spear the smile you fake
We’ll split half the sin you hate
Form: Rhyme

Spit Fire

You spit fire from fire
as you speak to me.
You pressed your tongue 
against your cheek,
and blew white steam.
It filled the room,
it touched my face.
I felt the wound 
cauterize and hiss.
It pulled me down
away from air,
and sucked my lungs
flat like plastic.

Spit the Dummy

S creaming infant.
P iercing cry.
I nsistant, persistent.
T ry the soother.

T ie the ligature.
H old the syringe.
E nd the craving.

D on't you see?
U terine hits are
M issed by baby
M anaging cold turkey?
Y our little junkie.


09/04/16
Number 3 Silent 1
Form: Acrostic

The Word I Spit

The word i spit
is so venomous 
step away from the fangs
razor sharp
will cut u deep
like a katana squared
double edged
no taking hostages
run quick
coz my spit
is so sick
it will
cause
explosions
in your mental
with the force
of three supernova's
for when its all over
i will be the star that was birthed

Be Careful Where You Spit

it's more than holding hands,
remembering birthdays
sweetest days
Valentines day
xmas
new years eve
her birthday
anniversaries.

it's more than vacations together
Holidays
sex
kissing
or other displays of public affection,
or even those thoughts that count.

the answer if there is one is the sacrifice 
and the selfless.

Premium Member Grasshopper Spit

My supervisor is Hannibal ugly today.
Must be tired from jumping through hoops.
On bony knees, trying to please the unpleasable.
Being constantly squeezed just to climb a rung less ladder
of cackle and clack.

I'll do "it" a favor and stay out of its way.
Slide on home at the end of this hard day.
Wash his grasshopper spit from my soul.

He Spit In My Drink

A man spit in my drink because he thought he could bully me around.
But when I kicked him in the nuts, the son of a ***** went down.
He is so fat that when he fell, he broke the wooden floor.
The fat bastard started screaming "Please no more!"
He was so scared that he cried and started to pee.
He learned the hard way that nobody bullies me.

(THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.)
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Not clean enough to spit upon

Listen to poem:
'Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon',
I would not piss in your ear,
if your brain was on fire.
For what you have done defiles mercy's dung.
For on your face, the stain of wrongs is drawn, indelible,
And your words, beget bitter, pointless heartless disdain.
So soiled is your soul, and all grace is so far gone,
Forgiveness is pointless, a forlorn waste of time.

Spit-Up

My shirt is splotched with spit-up,
Though my shoulder sports a burper.
My clothes are like a kingdom
And my grandson's the usurper.

He drinks his bottle, gives a burp
And then, without a doubt,
A quarter of what just went in
Comes, like a fountain, out.

I really do not mind, but learned
My lesson, truth be told - 
When I'm with Henry, what I wear
Is faded, frayed or old!
Form: Rhyme

Yea Baby Spit On Me

Yea baby! Spit on me!
Tell me how hot ignorance by masses turns you on
Talk dirty to me, vulgarity by race gets me wet with anxiety
Slap my butt, and remind me of just how much of a bottom feeder I really am
You make me so excited to see the new  S&M 
Sin & Money
Marketed by the Europeans, enhanced by the Americans
Come join my latex nightmares for erotica suffocation of morality!

I Spit Fire -Contest-

A poem is all you had request
A masterpiece is what I’ll bequest
No mere rhyme, nor meter, nor count,
Will ever truly amount
To the vast greatness you will see
As the last verse I’ll present to thee!
For all my gallant 
Talent
Will be on display 
At all others dismay
For I shall win your contest
Without contest!
…
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Glory is great
But PayPal will do ;)
Form: Rhyme

Whinny and Spit

Whinny and Spit

 
When a man’s young,
the work’s hard
but it pays well
and he can feed
the wife and kids.
 
Mornings he throws 
crates off trucks,
and after lunch he
throws crates again.
But as he grows older,

and some say
ready to retire,
he stops
in mid-afternoon,
mounts his throne 

of skids, lets
his legs drip
over the side,
tosses his head,
whinnies and spits.


Donal Mahoney

Premium Member Hiss slap spit, Repeat'

Oh most of Europe..' Is in a fit.' Realitys has kicked in.' Also
Putin says has been safekeeping, many intercepted kidnapped kids.? Some are American too.' Now what will
The so willing do.? I even doubt this (true story) will be
Explored? being much too gory.' Oh dear Lord!! cause Trump
And Vance, must know on which foot fits the shoe.? Till
Then? its (Hiss slap spit) ya know what America? let them spit on me too.'
Form: Rhyme

Burp, Fart, and Spit

I have goals in life
There aren't the same as yours

I'm gonna learn to Burp, fart, and spit
So I can play in my kids wars

I practice all the time
These things I can't achieve

I can't roll my tongue either
I'm defective I believe

The kids keep trying
We practice left and right

I gotta learn to use chop sticks too
My family is a tough fight

Better get to it
I'm getting old

I have goals in life
You have been told
Form: Rhyme

Blissful Spit

in battle I am my own General,
a puffing cigar alone in my thoughts.
I contemplate my valley,my path,
in this complex strategy to living.

a cup of coffee at the right time
is as fulfilling as a nostalgic hymn.
March On!! my body and mind say to me,
though my scares have beaten the vulnerability
from my agonized soul.

I am a prizefighter who leads the world
in moral victories,no myth is to great,
for I'm a stain on the floor of a slaughter house.

The French Nuclear Spit

The Tahitian sparrows won't sip,
The Albatross won't dive deep,
The pelican, the islander
Poorer than before,
Has to suffer and keep...
The agony...inside him and her,
And the world at large is watching,
The tyranny...
The imperialism that was once before,
Here it comes once again,
To poison your rips,
French foe..Foe,
Three two one go...bang!
Spare me Francois, it is Joe...
Who would suffer...
Go general...just go,
Deep...deep and on the surface blow
Form: Rhyme

Swallowing Spit

Some say a tad disgusting
Some say it may be gross
Some say it’s not appealing
But spit is good on toast (LOL)
Not trying to be vulgar
Though disgusting it may be
But spit that’s swallowed through a straw
Was more than enough for me
While watching American Idol
Some guy took Paula’s cup
And proceeded to take her straw
To drink her water up
I thought it was so funny
There was humor there in it
But think for now, would you please
Would you swallow someone’s spit?
Form: Rhyme

I Spit Fire

A bitter taste for me you've left,
Dishonesty, deceit and theft.
So confident I'd have you back,
Clearly to you respect means jack.
However, once again I'll say,
Find another place to stay!
A second chance is all you had,
But you blew it, oh so bad.
So when you wrap your head around,
You've already lost what you had found.
And this won't change until you choose,
To give up lying, drugs and booze.
So move along, you need to know,
You are to leave, get out, just go!!
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Do You Care?

How much spit do you have to wipe off your face? 

How many thorns do you have to remove after every curse we attach to your name? 

How many times do we have to bury you, and you come back with more grace and love? 

Every praise we give you feels like a blade piercing through the rib cage of eternity.
Twisting & grinding against the bones of peace

Looking into our eyes with the silent screams of forgiveness 
Looking legion into the eyes, screaming 
I LOVE YOU!

~Reborn

Yuk!

Some blokes who smoke think it's okey-doke to throw their still-lit dog-ends on the ground it's mostly men or so I've found then there are those who continually spit how disgusting is that yet what can we do to make them quit and litter louts bug me too while others chew gum and when done stick it wherever they are able such as chairs or under tables with no regard for anyone they're inconsiderate mindless fools who behave that way and think they're cool
Form: Rhyme

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