Spilt Poems - Poems about Spilt

I raise a glass to you My lips lingering along the glass I pull away the stains along my wrists permanent Your eyes roll to look at the mind you don't have "To the happy couple." I smile over your bodies I cannot tell if when you told me I was insane if you were right I remember how cold...

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No use crying over spilled milk- we need to stay positive and not be sour...

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Jams and jams gather all around As I shatter glass jars on the ground....

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just under his kilt slightly hanging at a tilt from the tip to hilt ...

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It may be a day of red Which would make something that should be said A Mother's love is un denying Putting up with her child's whining That turns into innocent sighing So on this day of love Let's reach a little above While acting peacefully in the tradition of a white dove...

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“Spilt Milk” Warm milk before bedtime spilt before sleep The salty tear in a body of work along the dark line kissed steamed open like an envelope secrets laid bare reveling in whispers moist lipped, barely contained lovers and their conspiracies pulses felt quills dipped in the inky milk-ness of it all Deprivation skillfully, silkily depraved satiate another de Sade dreaming of dark nights with recalcitrant de Beauvoir pandering upon his wake The...

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Scene beneath is utterly true Veracious (ridiculous) account Told by me from baby eye view, - Utterances she was without Eighth day in the cold bright realm, hungry again Feeds feature...

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Oh baby when the milk spills on the floor Pours out its contents without warning The carton bounce makes mommy scream Daddy thinks it’s funny but daddy is wrong Baby must die in his sleep tonight just because Isn’t it a lovely day today with the birds chirping Sun beaming on the perfectly calm afternoon Mommies eyes fill up with real...

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Spilt Scenery Moon bunts as a saffron sun advances o'er a horizon, Spring's dabbled hues tender hearts a growthful bounty, Love sprung amidst the fluttering of its emerald leaves, High upon mounds beneath an affectionate bluish peak, Cascading conduit spews of embracing inclined surrender, Drench fondly nestling crystal waters of a chanting stream, There search I this penchant lost in its...

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a lemony Sun~~squirt its juice onto laid squinting eyes~~on a beach 2019 December 31...

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currently the current of my life's stream is a day dream that lasts all through the night but as was once said one can't step in the same stream twice so older i float in flights of fancy fancying that fantasy is a far better thing to do then thinking i know what's around the next bend...

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She liked the way he spilt his ink. He had such a great pen and though it was pink it was big and round and made her think. He was always ready to write again and again. He wrote the best when she was in his sight. She was the inspiration for all he’d write. She loved the things he said, his words a...

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I will let my problems freely expand never complain over things that cannot be answered to an compliant thats so ignorant to its availability when the reason is so irrelevant to my results of human nature but can be explain in admiration and evaporated and cleaned up by my postive analyst standpoint that I will...

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The little boy in blue, with shirt of silk Caused Mary Tuppet to spill her milk When the cat came in to take a drink There was a rat stuck in the sink So the cat ate the rat that was stuck in the sink When it came to drink the milk that was spilt In...

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when one stands up against injustice when one spits in the face of those that oppress & shows not one ounce of fear in their eyes often, if fortunate, standing amidst others who have come to the same conclusion, at first, it is like a joke being told at a comedy club where there isn’t even a drink minimum--- for the need...

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