Short Vomited Poems

Manager
mouthful of eggs
shouted orders to workers
caused fear,  panic and hatred
vomited...

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Fire and heat in liquid
dancing in thousands of degrees
vomited out by a fury Earth....

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I got much
from reading a critical article 
on what makes 
great art

after reading it
I vomited
And framed it 
great art...

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He fed some chicken down his throat
and plugged his airpipe tight
Then vomited for 6 damn days
to fill his mouth with fright

And came along to think he'd die
till doctors poked his chicken
When all the chicken fell right down
an anus for the licken...

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I was trapped in a fast-food drive thru.
From inside the sleeve of night. 
A man with crow eyes violated my blind spot...
Vomited something incoherent straight into my soul.
He then darted toward the car behind me...
Then slithered back into night's sleeve-...

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Winter 1945
 
Shots in the night.
White faces
Snow fell
On cold bodies
Killing field.
I knew and didn´t want to know
Someone
Took me by the hand
Carried me home
Innocence confronted
By death.
In the night, I vomited
Must be something
I ate last evening....

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The offence he committed
He finally admitted,
After his case file was submitted
And witnesses’ evidence permitted …
Also, the money has he remitted
And the name of his accomplice vomited.

Still his movement is much limited
Like  gases from an industry emitted....

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I never forget the caves
within men.
The distant echoes
of their once giant voices.
Swallowed
and vomited back.
To strike you gently
in 
the face.

It's cold in here
hidden from the sun
but watching it
outline
the cave mouth.
I can't taste
the warm.

It's too dark to sleep....

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(This is a fictional poem)

I tossed my cookies because the cookies had been tossed before.
Since I was a child cookies were my favorite food but not any more.
When I tossed my cookies, the bathroom was where I had to go.
I vomited because I learned that my friend puked in the cookie dough....

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Then I got stuck in my loneliness, 
And it’s four in the afternoon, 
It just feels like my life is but only a cracked beer bottle.
It once held stories that people wanted but 
they drank me
up until they vomited,
And cracked me open on a pavement. 

- Now they do not want to touch glass shards...

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Grasses are herbs
If you boil grass with ginger
It can cure back pains, 
Toothache, kidney problem
Stomachache and cleanses toxins
We have here grass like carabao grass
We use this to cure such mention above
My cat eat the young leaves of this grass
Afterwards, my cat vomited something fluid
Then, my cat have peace after that. 
     ...

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     This is what I did:
     I sold my tears,
     I deflated my wounds,
     I let out all my sorrows,
     I vomited my anguish...
     I hugged my body tightly,
     I kissed my mouth passionately,
     I caressed my gaze sweetly...
     I let the night and the moon,
      cry a little for me...
      I divided my tasks...!...

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He does not words utter
Nor heard syllables mutter
But a heartbeat is aflutter
With his sighting a shutter
Of a clinic answering “What’s the Matter”.
That would life save but funds scatter
His honest last savings shatter…

On his head a hammer’s clatter
Of a fever seeking to him batter;
A just consumed bread and butter
Vomited in excited gutter....

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Arms mutilated, Maggots devour my flesh
Legs amputated by my own volition 
I am writhing in Indignation, resentment has grown
Here I am, undergoing vivisection 
Screaming for my imperfection 
I have lost all sense of hope 
I am to die here, My blood, I am regurgitating
The Queen has used floral words
King has vomited maggots drenched in pus
Purified Intentions corrupted by toxic slurs...

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Arms mutilated, Maggots devour my flesh
Legs amputated by my own volition 
I am writhing in Indignation, resentment has grown
Here I am, undergoing vivisection 
Screaming for my imperfection 
I have lost all sense of hope 
I am to die here, My blood, I am regurgitating
The Queen has used floral words
King has vomited maggots drenched in pus
Purified Intentions corrupted by toxic slurs...

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I've walked up blueish poles. 
Gazed upon beautiful ogres.
Sampled minty auroras. 
Vomited the bleeding, unforgiving cold.

I've waltzed a million lily ponds.
To seek a mirage called bliss.
Despite the perils that swirl
Beneath the horizon of all dreams. 

I've put my face to fire.
To kiss a blossoms' lips.
But in the end was given a muzzle of sweet needles.
-the haunt of scented ash....

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The accretion of a perfect squall
when claws were out-

scavenging novelties. A lewd
paranoia slains a farewell

in a trench. The chamber has
vomited a mound of gold blinding a shell.

The combs did not straighten
the puff. The old man was very lonely.

I would stop hunting the stings
of a bare-chested moon.

I recuse myself from judging the paperboat
which wanted to cross the ocean.


Satish Verma...

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He dragged himself along a narrow corridor,
carrying a golden cat statue with him.
He walked as though the weight of the world
was on his shoulders, as he vomited
out thick blood. His favorite white shirt
was now red and wet. 
On his skin, veins were dark
and swollen, as though they wanted to explode!
It is picking the artifact
from  goddess Bastet’s shrine,
that made him to be as he was…....

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as lie is trying to swallow the truths
                       but  failing completely.
It is vomiting the truths unwantongly. 
    flies feel the smell of vomited truths 
and come as invited to enjoy peacefully.
Remember, It is always difficult for lies
      to swallow the  truths on this earth 
   Because of fearing its  quick death. 
No matter how many years passed 
The hidden truths will be known....

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There it is again
Bubbling up from within
Wretched wrath washing over me
Vile disgusting filth freely flowing
Angry demons seizing control
Forced attrition to evil urges

Screaming 
Yelling
Rants of rage

Watched from within
Helpless
Powerless

Unable to soothe the beast
Surrender to aggression
Until the bile is expelled
Vomited forth in fury
Leaving only the bitter tastes
Of regret and sorrow...

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Bloody mess,

torn dress,

fermentation did the rest,

camera’s flashing, mind’s crashing,

as worries were finally put to rest,

as the missing child was found,

with a shovel through her chest,

and half buried in the ground.

One cop vomited as he grabbed her arm,

which was two feet away from the body,

and in his head rang the insanity alarm,

another cop’s face disfigured by dread,

as they completely unearthed the dead....

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Change

I had to change the diaper
On my little sis today,
Everyone else was busy
And the smell wouldn’t go away.

Her diaper sure was soggy.
Inside it was a mess!
I gagged then almost vomited.
I felt in such distress.

But when it all was over,
My sister smiled and me.
I picked her up to kiss her
And bounce her on my knee.

I hugged her in my arms.
Her cheeks were soft as silk.
She looked at me and smiled.
Then burped up all her milk!...

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For fun we played a mind-game,
deciding to imagine a perfect dragon.

She put together a plump pink dragon
that blew rainbow bubbles
and smelled of minty chewing gum.

Mine was an iridescent cockatrice,
a spiny feathered serpent that vomited hydrogen Sulfide
coating all with the stench of rotting eggs.

“Ugh!” She cried!

Then I added
that already her dragon had been eaten by killer fairies.

“Pig, you crapped on my cute dragon!”

I may be sleeping on the couch tonight....

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I started the engine of my wagon
And it began spitting the Fires of Dragon:
Hinckley’s alarming shots at Reagan!

But I kept firing Engine and Wagon,
And didn’t stop mouthing ‘Doggone!’
But they were still Hinckley’s insane bullets for Reagan

A finally vomited me at the Temple of Dagon,
For a Philistine bow by The New Pagan,
Wherefore God sent me a stopping Shagan,
With jealous instructions for me in Legon;
 Into Smithereens blowing my wagon,
As idolatrous as Misguided Aaron...

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I slept in a blanket tight
In a winter's dead of night
Next day i woke up for a jog
in the woods amidst the fog
mist was here 
mist was there
mist was all around
i wore the jacket
and begun the racket
to hunt down the lure profound
in each breath i vomited haze
my torch was giving off a blaze
In the shivering cold
the naughty winds gave me a hold
of the christmas waiting to come
the more area i uncovered
the more area comes covered
still i continued to jog
amidst the foggy fog...

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