Spill Poems - Poems about Spill

Saffa Jaffas spill like Seville

If you don’t play the big three

There’s no way

You should be seen

In the final of the WTC


That’s what’s been heard

Mean baggie greens

Have a word

Indians chagrin din

Simply absurd


Stokes bespoke blokes

Don’t give a monkeys

Run rates slate.. hate

Not WTC junkies


Ignore the pundits in their pulpits

Cryptic critics..cynics clinics

Ridicule the cruel schedule

South Africa aren’t the culprits

ICC flunkies & WTC just

I spill my thoughts onto sheets of white

Lately, my passion lies in poetry’s embrace,
Quenching my soul’s thirst in this sacred space.
The newborn’s cries inspire the lines I weave,
Leaving them behind, in their form, I believe.

My heart is torn, in tatters and frayed,
I write my verses with a shaky hand laid.
One day, this paper, with my thoughts laid bare,
Will be cast aside, as

Spill and Spew

  To spill one’s guts ‘tis hard to do ~

    though the pressure's like a tight corkscrew

Great Lego Spill at Sea

On a night with waves so high,
A ship sailed beneath a moonlit sky,
With cargo bound for distant shore,
It carried toys, and so much more.

But, fate had landed on a different course,
For the sea unleashed its torrential force,
The tempest rose, the winds did howl,
The ocean roared, an angry beast on prowl.

As the ship heaved to left

Spill

Starve the mouth when its the soul thats hungry
Push the pen until the fingers bleed
Crack open the chest baring the inner world 
Neverminding the possibility of being left empty
I will always spill myself for you

Oil Spill

Note this poem was written some time ago but I was sick and deleted my site.  I have been patiently reposting my poems since 9 October 2000.

On November 13, 2002. The Prestige, one of twelve tanks burst during a storm off Galicia, in northwestern Spain.  No help was forthcoming and by November 19,

Ink Spill

For the thrill of writing to be exciting a reading mind…
by taking the time to write a rhyme in rhythm…
shot from this poetry imprisoned prism like mind of mine….
I’m tussling words like a busker busking melodies from famous songs covering…
words on paper smothered in from my ink spill…
uttering unspoken words speaking my will cluttering thoughts

Napkins

Can napkins not esteem or honour
a history of being placed gently on laps
to catch, take hold of,
what is carelessly spilled or dropped,
used then to pat lips
before being rumpled tenderly, after eating,
and placed carefully at one's side?

At a table in a bar,
a paper napkin on my lap,
I look at friends:
they have their napkins
sitting at the sides

Spill your Ink

Spill
your ink
on blank page.
Express your rage.
Suppression only leads to mental pain.
Without catharsis, art is trapped in cage.
Trauma will stain,
as you age.
Gain your
stage.
Sage
soul smiles.
It's worthwhile
to tame your flame.
Poetry is perfect for thoughts to drain.
Sane words flow to show feelings have no shame.
Mute charcoal clouds,
hail chord sounds.
Tear drop
rain.
Brain
feels free.
Peace now reigns.
Clear skies bring glee.
Release of burdens cleanse

Quilling the Spill

At last,
Education stood to teach.

Acres of agonizing memory.
Hectares of Hecate,
Tripling in advance of nonsense.

Peering round and round in vertical cylinders.

Spun web-less in a lore of forgotten before.
And after, for the sake-less now.

Trudging on to prevent neither from creeping upon the self.
The worry.
The memory of anamnesis to approach.
Guided by prodding pasts and redundant fates.

Ghosts are pasts

Spill

There's not enough time for my gut to spill
Yet, o'er this thick towering dam it flows
Blazing blue eyes pierce my soul reaching still
For deeper feeling than she feels she knows
Keep it from her, I can't, but I won't rush
She's a fountain flowing all over me
Dark depths of despair that she needs to gush
Leaning into you

Words Spill

Words spill out of me 
bleeding all over the page, 
I can breathe again.

Fever Spill

the taught red skin wrapped her wrist like a ribbon;
dim and so trimmed with disease.
all bruised from a blood-let cephalic incision;
she's thinned out and gnashing her teeth.
departed in sin, packing cyst into vision;
the brim is now flavored with grease.
knee waning ceases along with derision;
nodes flare and impair with a seize

the solemn defend what is friend

Environmental Pollution

The release of the naked sword of marine oil spills 
From the window and door of offshore platforms drilling rigs,
From the arena of natural oil sips to execute our living meals.

Petroleum hydrocarbon spreading its tentacle to the coastal shores,
Crops behold their departures
And sudden death is sure.

Painful is oil torture, 
Holding to ransom our farming culture,
As

Spill Your Ink

Empty your heart
  Spill your ink
Let the whole world know
  How you feel, what you think

A poem's 'way out there'
  Yet in it you'll hide
Their emotions your fiddle ~
  Your ink, their guide

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