Short Splotch Poems
Short Splotch Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Splotch by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Splotch by length and keyword.
Hickory Dickory Splotch
The Mouse glanced at his watch
The chime struck ten
The Mouse smiled then
And opened up his Scotch
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A splotch of orange
spills over East,
mixes with and washes away
night dark and moon yellow.
Golden quiet transmutes
to silver sound, and tousled sleep
awakes to fresh-combed day.
A splotch of white on my front deck,
Its whiteness quite exquisite,
Has let me know that recently,
A bird's dropped by to visit.
I don't know if he planned to stay
Or was just passing through,
But what he left behind announced,
"Here's something just for you!"
A calling card from feathered friend,
Though lacking couth or class,
Deserves a nod of admiration,
For it's sure got sass!
So dainty how she held the tea cup,
sipping showing off manicured nails;
I walk in and fall with a thump;
Hot spots splotch a face that pales,
yet never do they hear me scream;
I secure the win as ‘Graceful’ fails;
So unrefined is how it may seem
meeting the floor with my face;
Channeling poise I quickly redeem;
Transformed by soft metamorphosis,
a still lady below the surface.
I stayed up past midnight on Halloween night
Wanted to see a particular sight
Watched in the shadows, until I finally I saw the truth
Day of the Dead meeting Halloween; her name was Ruth
She snatched the calendar out of Halloween’s hand.
Next thing I knew, I heard a mariachi band
Halloween giving way to Day of the Dead is interesting to watch
My intuitive familiar told me; I call him Odd Ted; he's a splotch.
The ink blot can BLINK
Hurrah! TODAY I think
Now a SPLOTCH is in the sink
With water I did not drink
If I spot this BLOTCH I'll scream
Bringing a crowd to this scene
Calming them all with CREAM
BUT this shock may never be
If I can wash it away with
Aqueous fluid indeed it will
Spill into the drain and glide
Onto infinite PARALLEL PLAINS
THE BLOTCH of SPLOTCH never
To be seen AGAIN. HURRAH!
Tear-drop jewels fall from the sky
Mercy sent from heavens high,
Sustaining life in fair supply
more precious than the human eye.
Parallel patterns fall
pouring down to shower all
There’s nothing like natures call-
here and now or felt before.
Through the rain a storm has spun
evolving from the start of one
splotch of inspiration done
as we draw toward our sun.