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Short Spits Poems

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


Grass Spits West
Grass spits west
Then kisses north and southern
Forgets the rest...

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Categories: spits, discrimination, satire,
Form: Haiku



Thunderstorm
dark sky spits fury 
water pounds relentlessly 
summer heat broken...

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Categories: spits, june, rain, storm, summer,
Form: Haiku
Spits Out
Spits out empty hook,
Sinks back to the murky depths.
Gloomy morning mist....

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© P L Ritz  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: spits, morning,
Form: Haiku
Distinct Dialect
my blood and bones spits
our heritage, hut and hits
our accent … speaking spirits...

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Categories: spits, art, people
Form: Haiku
Premium Member Fresh
fresh fallen snow
he spits up blood
           again



posted on June 25, 2018...

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Categories: spits, sick, winter,
Form: Haiku



Premium Member Fishing Gone Wrong
fish tangling spinning line fish spits the hook darn
first attempt at a Lanterne poem......

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Categories: spits, fishing, fun, humorous,
Form: Lanterne
Premium Member danger to toddler
Legos and marbles
Tiny robotic pieces
Danger to toddler
He carries wheel in mouth
Spits it out during bath time
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Categories: spits, children,
Form: Tanka
Wonderland of Snow
Jack Frost spits snow flakes….
snowballs plaster walking drakes
Snow Angel’s heart breaks



For * SKAT’s contest...

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Categories: spits, seasons
Form: Haiku
Maze
A maze lives.
It devours those lost in its
winding deceptions and spits out
those less nourishing for a nominal fee....

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© Aron Jacob  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: spits, adventure
Form: Prose Poetry
Patience Ebb
Bubbling torrent 
foams and spits at the future 
verbal battery

drowning in a sea of words
would you please, please just shut up!...

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Categories: spits, political,
Form: Tanka
Premium Member Good Manners
Stop biting thy tongue…
all it shall bring is a taste
for self destruction
as the sanguine
beckons it’s spirits
and spits
down thy lung.

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Categories: spits, identity, integrity, metaphor, philosophy, self, symbolism, woman,
Form: Free verse
Love Is Easy
Love is easy
you just say it
its a word
she wants to hear
Love is easy
to her ear
Love lies like a word
Words are easy
Love is easy
Everything else spits....

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Categories: spits, joy, love, pain, violence,
Form: Free verse
Off Rangoon
Off Rangoon a typhoon my balloon 
it has strewn.  Unfortun-ately, soon 
this spittoon, this mad drain; 
becomes a hurricane 
then spits me out, a prune, off Cancun....

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© John Smith  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: spits, adventure,
Form: Limerick
Longevity
Your smile now leaves me immune
to your nearness
as she spits her spit
to stories of drought
amongst the crowded camp fire
where her salt tears are recoiled





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Categories: spits, analogy,
Form: Free verse
The Mouse with the Hat
The mouse jumped
Off the fire hydrant
His hat flies up
Into the distance
He munches some cheese
Spits on the floor
Makes a split
Tumbles over
Laughs in peels
Waves goodbye...

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© Liba Weiss  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: spits, children, youth,
Form: Prose
Legal Truth
Defamatory words that fail to become legal truth for they are unproven in a judicial proceeding may just be some foul spits on open air... Yet, not every legal truth is real truth......

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Categories: spits, wisdom,
Form: Prose
Man Vs Fish
He breached,
 grabbed the floating morsel,
The battle began, 
Who will win
The deep blue sea
Or the frying pan
Taut muscles strain,
Thought i won this race,
He spits the hook back in my face....

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Categories: spits, adventure, food,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Writing Poetry
What I write is gone the second it hits the page
I write with the frenzy of a wild cat in a rage
It spits and hisses and snarls at me along the way
This is how I write poetry every dashed day....

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Categories: spits, writing,
Form: Rhyme
Mid Week Day
Like Laurence of Arabia in a camel race,
hump day can go by at a very fast pace,
while there are other times,
camel spits me in the eye,
and over the hump is no piece of cake.





11-2-16...

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Categories: spits, humor, work,
Form: Limerick
When a Person
Dirt,
When a person breaths,
Comes into our mouth,
And a person, 
Spits it again,
On the earth,
Where from,
It starts to fly,
It was cool,
It seemed to me, 
As it was happy,
To come back home....

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Categories: spits, adventure, devotion, education, faith, nature, on work
Form: Verse
Fly
The fly spits across my vision
cloud lost skies
a touchscreen world
erratic its journey
seeing the land in splintered
bond moments
jealous of its buttered kaleidoscope cousin
but enamoured by the torrid decays
of the left...

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Categories: spits, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Rage
When rage grips over me
Blood spouts to my head 
Veins throb and pulsate with anger 
My body trembles with fury
I am a stranger to myself 
The demons take over me
My taipan tongue spits venom
That very few can tolerate 

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Categories: spits, anger, angst, body, imagery, me, metaphor, self,
Form: Free verse
Hello, Goodbye
my days are so bland
wake up! goodnight
her menacing voice spits
what do you want
how could i guess?
confusion fills my world
happiness comes and goes
like seasons
sharpness in tones
hate in your attitude
take your time,
say what you want...

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Categories: spits, adventure,
Form: Alliteration
Premium Member Limerick: Once a Tight Tycoon Fell In a Swoon
Limerick : Once a tight Tycoon fell in a swoon

Once a tight Tycoon fell in a swoon
Having slapped a Goon during typhoon
Both his hands got twisted
Behind his back instead
Since Goon spits into Tycoon’s spittoon.

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013...

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© T Wignesan  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: spits, humor,
Form: Limerick
The Gun
Innocent.
silently the blacksmith works
trying to make a living.

Harmless.
The finished product;
the cute cold black metal rod.

Viscious.
The gun swallows
poisonous pellets.

Violent.
It roars.
It spits fire.
It spits death......

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Categories: spits, art, death, work, , cute,
Form: Free verse

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