Spills Poems - Poems about Spills

At dawn of a heart reblooming, upon black-and-white pages spills the tale, Of a love slain in its infancy, where hatred embraced the bride so pale. A life that seemed sprung from dreams played out in another age, But I can't forget, how you made me suffer, like a deceived stag in a cage. You played with me like...

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I grieve for tarnished stars that dim within my sight and for the haloed moon that no longer glows at night. Since he's no longer with me, my heart has grown cold. I miss the tenderness of his touch, his hand to hold, and shadows have replaced the warmth of sunlight. Loneliness has become overwhelming and now I fear I will...

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He had a sneaky tongue, it bent around his molars like a serpentine noodle. His Adams apple was an ever-shifting abacus that calculated words as if they were untethered beads. Mathematics were his clinical persuasion, a laudable science he hammered into a sterile impregnable language for bespectacled cyborgs, for he (the Bradly), daily taught snotty tykes who ponged of sticky, childish proclivities. Some teach, some kill the ozone of eager minds. We kids and Mr....

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"Aurora Spills" Aurora spills like a waterfall light from the eyes saltwater tears crocodilian scaled in the weight of worth a drop in the ocean of fate breaks the seaweed fields of stories they wave her in rippling time away fingertips dance mesmerising the stinging strangers wrapped around her legs treading water in deep infested notions the coolness of irreverent nonchalance romantic or not pulls her under...

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Paddington Panda provides perky playfulness of soul Bringing joy to the dinner table in happy tales. But when he spills his enormous blue rice bowl No one has ever heard such disappointed wails! In her pretty kimono made of embroidered gold red silk, His mother said, “Let’s not cry over spilled milk!’ “But this is not milk, it is much better...

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Brown paper package New to the action Grocery store plastic bag Stack can goods and bottles Customer broken sack Fallen on floor broken bottle of ketchup "clean-up in Asile 6" 11/24/21 Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021...

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How dim the stars when sullen and fading as songbirds warble, their trills pervading. When the world still sleeps at dawn's blush, there's a lyrical melody in the call of a thrush. I listen with my heart, and most attentive ear to the harmony of doves. Cooing voices, I hear. But in such moments, life seems dreadfully dark. I long for a...

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More precious than crystalline trances are singular experiences flicking on my mind, a spill of alabaster, chrome and pumice-like moments with you flow back- In rampage and elation I wander lonely through our stardust of intricacies blown off. Stardust Contest/ Sponsor-Nette Onclaud 14 June 2020...

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this puddle was made from tears nothing can live here it's too toxic made from something said left dead in the water don't bother trying to save the one who made it for he is saying and making more words for to drown himself in...

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Pills with Spills and No Thrill About pills are dense; At all not made any sense; Left us in suspense. Pills in lower bowel; Exactly like wise old owl; Now on face will wear a scowl. Pills appear so sad; Always have been very bad; Part of a new fad. Suicide commit; Into picture did fit, Which I will admit. Jim Horn...

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A funny thing happened on my way to mars While astral travelling among the stars I met some alien beings who were kind to me And asked if I'd be interested in trying some moonbeams. Now I am not one to ever take drugs But they said it would induce cosmic love And the moment that I took it I felt...

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Beautiful game, crazy game that draws maximum adrenalin From hypnotized, soccer crazy minds Glued to television screens to gobble spills and thrills from Russia with hopes lean Driven to the brink of despair behind Venetian blinds Betting, arguing, opposing, supporting Non African teams that their subjective minds favour Jibing, imbibing, consulting, insulting African teams their fickle fantasies endeavor To predict wouldn’t win A...

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the mountains unfold my dreams in layers of hills where the beauty spills Heidi Sands 10/5/17...

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When rainfall spills on crystal night, The damp brick halls and lamps' soft light Make me slip-slide though I’m alone Into the lanes of cobblestone, Allowing free movement on flight. How droplets tap while hours invite A prance, a waltz as splash grips tight This child-like play down to the bone When rainfall spills. How pewter cloudscape...

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I have a friend, old and retired, who keeps busy helping the poor. Let's call him Ted because he wants to remain anonymous. Some of his ideas, he says, wouldn’t make many of his neighbors happy. Ted has had problems of his own in life. No need to list them. He managed to survive them. As...

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