Spatters Poems - Poems about Spatters

... “Kiss me,” she says— her eye swollen, rimmed in red. “Hold me,” but not like that. Not with fear pressed into every rib. He doesn’t answer. Just slams the door. “He loves me,” she wh......

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...Each year I make the matzoh balls, Which come out pretty good. My husband cooks the chicken soup; Our roles are understood. He always wings it when he cooks, Just uses what’s on hand And neve......

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...They said this strange man ate his squirrel: such a lovely arboreal rodent, a creature that nibbles. First he eats its legs, then its body, but omits the heart. That is precious. What? We do no......

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...Coagulation Starter – 3-28-24 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Coagulation Finally, my blood began to coagulate, Flowing like insomnia Between the wounds of dawn and dusk When......

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...and so there, this world with the trauma and troubles while out I saw upon the path blotches and spatters of lichen I know, right it was like walking on the back of a giant negative Dalma......

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...The roundest, orangest, nicest pumpkin I find In a farmer's field ten miles from town. Uncarved and free from ghoul's design with unsaid prayers, I set my pumpkin down. I set it down in grass ......

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...* CONTENT WARNING: This poem is about physical abuse. * ~ eyes, down ... at my yellow polo, red spatters so evenly placed that they look unnatural - as if printed, but unfinished .......

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...It was springtime in my nursery, an industrious time of the year, For spring is the time to be planting, so luxurious flora appears. As the sole owner of a nursery, there was quite a bit to overs......

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...Messy twins Brett and Rhett Having fun playing with mud Squatting and crawling Diving and falling In ooey gooey mud Brett is sitting facing Rhett Rhett spatters some mu......

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...Perhaps the "We" in a poem about young "America" can thread the plural pronoun into a universal tapestry: "We" seek the Sunrise- fiery golden streams, threads of expectancy, not simply of hope. ......

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...on a bitter wind brown leaves swirl then settle down rain spatters the earth......

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...Grey cotton wool clouds enfold the mountain tops, Creeping forward like an army on the move. Now and then, dropping their wet cargo On vegetation, withered from long months of sun. Gusts of wind ......

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... Just a splash of color on a rotting stump; golden waves of pigment spread on a brown canvas. Orange spatters intermingle with yellow polka-dots and the newborn smiles highlightin......

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...Oh! Lord in your darkness, creator black you make colours light; Your aura shines glows and grows ever so colour bright; And I see the twinkles, those twilight's I see the vastness colo......

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...Ladder's up to climb the moon Dusk is drawing bits too soon Still, my wee one, let's do try Stardust spatters on the sky Lady Luna's cresce......

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