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Short Splotchy Poems

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


Grocery Poem Xii
A gray and white cat sidles up 
	against the splotchy green dumpster
and meows despite himself.

The plastic lid slams hard at the end
of another long shift. It sounds desperately final
like the North Springs station, or the highest note

of a violin....

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© C.W. Bryan  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: splotchy, fate,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member A Blemished Sky
splotchy clouds squeeze billions of raindrops from a blemished sky bruised with purplish charcoal grey blotches as lightning flashes and thunder accost the the face of heaven summoning the mournful tears of weeping angels (Yalto) 07,16,2019
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Categories: splotchy, 10th grade, imagery, imagination, nature, rain, storm,
Form: Verse
Premium Member she had fried her face
Lee had fried her face
She had fried her hair
Sitting in the sun
Outside her beachfront lair

She was all spotted now
Her skin was mottled and wrinkled.
Her face was splotchy like a cow
Her neck was hard and crinkled

You fried your face!
You fried your hair!
This was said by her sister.
Lee replied “I don’t care!”...

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Categories: splotchy, 10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, 6th
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Backface
what face? his back
we face
an umbrella  in space
a splotchy coat embrace
striped pants

dark yellow and orange canopy
his countenance red hat  you see

atmospheric happiness
of blue powder, lavender and pink

quintessential canvas
of Peter Max
pop artistry
   j   a     z z

if it’s raining
   it’s    raining

J          O         Y

9/2/2022
Sponsor: Brian Strand...

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Categories: splotchy, art,
Form: Ekphrasis
Back In the Woods
A rainy hike following mud trails.
It’s a Cadillac ‘Fleetwood’
here in the back woods!

A car crumbling out of memory.
Layers of rust have layers of moss,
a film of bird  adds a splotchy frost
to the crud.
Not many Cadillac bones are left,
just metallic tree ruins and
the verdigris of blight.

Tired, wet, and bedraggled,
I wish I could have pulled that car
out of the past
and driven it home....

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Categories: splotchy, poetry,
Form: Free verse



Back of the Woods
A rainy hike
following mud trails.
It’s a Cadillac ‘Fleetwood’
here in the back woods!

A car crumbling out of memory.
Layers of rust have layers of moss,
a film of bird crap adds a splotchy frost
to the crud.  
Not even Cadillac bones are left,
just metallic tree ruins and
the verdigris of blight. 

Tired, wet and bedraggled,
I wish I could have pulled that car
out of the past
and driven it home....

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Categories: splotchy, poverty,
Form: Blank verse

Book: Shattered Sighs