Spitted Poems | Examples

Birth

I'm buried with  child 

As I am the only child left behind
With no forthcoming 
Or night shadows
My pillows are soaked with prayers 
As my knees are pale of beliefs 
The strategy of enlightenment 
Gets to be grasped by the thin layers of faith

I am still becoming 
With nothing in hand 

But

A sharp narrative to blend while speaking in tongues 
Luring the little thoughts of time
I never had a voice before 
But my light of gratitude gravitated slowly towards the sand bars and touched my bare feet 
I now know what lies ahead, as my visions forwardly spotted the faith 
I now believe solely I am incredible 
Not in a mythical manner
In a spiritual spitted  comfort 

Ashleigh Ngoqo

Ollie Onion Tells off the Kitchen Knife

Ollie onion had never been this mad in his life
He turned all his anger on the kitchen knife
How dare you try to peel me, you interloper, he said.
The knife was embarrassed, his face turned red.

I did not know that you were alive, he admitted.
No one told me this, I am confused, he spitted.
Ollie was not in the forgiving mood at all.
He sent that knife packing, down the hall.

Under Our Rug

Under the rug it goes
So nobody else will know

Under the rug it goes
Safe, beneath trodding toes

Under the rug is safe
For an unspoken mistake

Under the rug there’s pain
And spitted, rotten, distain

Under the rug where secrets travel 
The fibers insure, nothing unravels

Freesoul

Beneath the fury of sun
Wades a wobbly nun
Stomping on thorns
Watch the teary ferns

Scars on her skin
Carrying wounds engraved
Curse devious grin
And snakes she once craved

She sucked and spitted
Bouts of venom in her blood
Tainted by flood
Of emotions she once knitted

Profuse tears of fern
They observe
Drip on her burn
Numbing pain so perverse

Weeped the clouds
In meloncholic ambience
Silence crept loud
Spotting redemption in defiance

Step out the vines
Adorning her bruises
Wind's penchant to divine's
Yearning, she refuses

Blanket of ferns
Ease her shivers
While the moon upturns
Bogs were her new weavers

Time passed by
Has been watching the sky
Fern decays
Her soul repays

Woven

Beneath the fury of sun
Wades a wobbly nun
Stomping on thorns
Her soul burnt and torn

Scars on her skin
Carried wounds engraved
Trust, her sin
So were snakes she once craved

She sucked and spitted
Bouts of venom from her blood
Tainted by flood
Of emotions she once knitted

Silence crept loud
In the woods still stern
Moon upturns
Summoning weeping clouds

Tears unfolden
The woven maze
Outside the haze,
Lies a fern pretty golden

Threads, now vines
Adored her bruises
Illusion's penchant to divine's
Were flood sailed cruises

Time passed by,
Venom decays
Has been watching the sky
The fern now sways

1-800-Sweet-Sweet-Sweet

Whoa is me, don't have many friends
Except those here on the Soup
Maybe because I show only my best side
You don't really know the scoop

Nasty to children push old people down
Whenever I get the chance
It's my right after living for eighty-six years
Still adorable after a lifelong dance

Well what did you expect, some Casanova
No way, been through life's mill
Got spitted out quite unceremoniously
A hardened “lifer” if you will

Putting you on, been a charmer since birth
Ladies all flock to my door
Just wanting a piece of my virile body
The word “old” I absolutely abhor

Well enough about me, a Hollywood hunk
Quite unassuming, shy and sweet
If any of you want to know this guy better
Number's 1-800-SWEET-SWEET-SWEET

1-800-Tweet-Tweet-Tweet

1-800-TWEET-TWEET-TWEET

Whoa is me, don't have many friends
Except those here on the Soup
Maybe because I show only my best side
You don't know the real scoop

Nasty to children that push old people down
Whenever I get the chance
It's my right been living eighty-six years
Still adorable after a lifelong dance

Well what did you expect, some Casanova
No way, been through life's mill
Got spitted out quite unceremoniously
A hardened “lifer” if you will

Putting you on, been a charmer since birth
Ladies all flock to my door
Just wanting a piece of my virile “young” body
The word “old” I absolutely abhor

Well enough about me, a Hollywood hunk
Quite unassuming, shy and sweet
If any of you want to know this guy better
Call 1-800-TWEET TWEET TWEET

Between Jupiter and a Bottle

Torn between Jupiter and a bottle
The sky-borne heart, caught yearning for the stars,
Staggers, split and spitted upon the earth.
This is not what Love was spilt for, nevermore
To spy out the cold crippled, dripping sun.
Society flails in its own puke,
As the unicorns lay slaughtered in the
Cracked concrete forests. Feet pound, dogged,
Down the tired ruins. The sainted smoke,
Drifting on the breeze of long stale hopes,
Calls back to life the broken, burnt-out voice
Of forgotten dreams, pulled from the dust.

Murder Me With Thy Love

have gone through 
Many murders
Throughout my life
Cold-blooded,
Savage and heart-wrenching.
Heart lost it's zeal
But the one that 
Made me to 
Live in a mausoleum 
Without getting died
Is thy love
Dagger of ur 
Love pierced my flesh
Ate my ligaments
And spitted the remnants
Like a devouring wolf
Don't murder me with 
Thy love...
Coz,i have already lost
The chime of my voice
When u losed the key
To open my heart

Metamorphosis

"Theoretically my words are ethically demure, 
I'm sure medically, my identity especially will eventually strengthen my tensive  complexity, 
So I hypothetically acted distracted by by words that abstracted me from girls I attracted, 
so I adapted to how I reacted towards people who looked at me and laughed,
Soon become addicted to rhyming words that constricted,
 while convicted because I never admitted I was gifted,
 but I was committed to everything spitted because every word fitted, 
Wont stop rhyming until every heart is lifted and assisted through the people once permitted,
To be free and believe the need to achieve the dream to see the beauty to succeed"

I Wish It Never Happend

....I wish it never happened

 

On the first day of our story, the future seemed so bright

Written all over your face was a happiness and joy

Your smile was a touch to my heart which left an imprint

All the good times we had are my best memories

The end times reminds me of how you stood by me

Happiness joy and love was our fate given gift

You kissed by the book my love

Your words were a composite of love, joy happiness and strength

The look from your eyes made me strong

...But my love...

That was there up until nature fall us apart

The transformation of your code the a monster’s

Your serum lips now spitted python venom

Flame of hatred gloomed in your eyes suddenly

It was never your fault my love and will never be

Myself I blame for my unsatisfied eyes

...Collen gaga

Nightmare

Off to bed with no love in my head,
of all the places my saviour should be,
out, with her mother is not it.
She should be here, to protect from neglect.

When the teeth snapped and the belt came off,
where were you?
I was four,
or five,
you should be here,
by my side,
not out drinking,
not out not thinking about my tanned hide. 
I was only playing, laughing at most.
Then down it came with a crack, 
a stunning numbness shook my five year old core.
There stood the beast, eyes furrowed, frowned.
I jump,
he's faster,
i'm pinned, 
i'm down.
Through clenched, gritted, spitted teeth "why won't YOU go to sleep?"

But...
...where is my story, my bath, my hug?

Why is it cigarettes and whiskey you love?

Where is my saviour, she does not exist.

Roles are reversed when you are at work, 
Through gritted, pitted, smoke stained teeth she growls.

And I cry for you, as I cried for her...

1-800-Tweet-Tweet-Tweet

Whoa is me, don't have many friends

Except those here on the Soup

Maybe because I show only my best side

You don't know the real scoop

Nasty to children and push old people down

Whenever I get the chance

It's my right after living for eighty years

Still adorable after a lifelong dance

Well what did you expect, some Casanova

No way, been through life's mill

Got spitted out quite unceremoniously

A hardened “lifer” if you will

Putting you on, been a charmer since birth

Ladies all flock to my door

Just wanting a piece of my virile “young” body

The word “old” I absolutely abhor

Well enough about me, a Hollywood hunk

Quite unassuming, shy and sweet

If any of you want to know this guy better

Number's 1-800-TWEET TWEET TWEET



© Jack Ellison 2015

Hate

Hate

Hate, hate, Hate
It all goes with my fate
I try to conceal it
But it starts to eat me inside

Hate is the nasty, big black color
I picture it as a burned flower
Searching for colorful things
But it just can't find the world around it

I try to eat hate
Man! It's as hard as biltong
It tastes like chewing sand
That makes me irritated!

Hate is the wild monster
Invading every red heart
Draining every blood it had
Pouring ashes onto the heart

hate smells like rotten meat
whenever a dog pass by;
It stops to smell the horrible aroma
Quickly the dog hurries away

hate is the sound of mucus
spitted on the floor, “Spurt!”
It disgusts everyone
Yuck! It makes me vomit

Hate bullies me
It forces me to be negative
with its gigantic red eyes
It frightens me

Hate refuses to have companions
To have friendly faces
Even smiles and laughter is not permitted
hate is a disastrous idol!

Hate you are nothing
But trash to anything you ever invaded
so unlock my heart
And leave me in peace
 
By Martha Jonas

A Crucified Christ

There's no sharper pain than being
a crucified Christ who screams while long nails
pierce his palms and people mock him with laughter;
any human being, including me, is too weak to bear
what He suffered to redeem Mankind...
take His place, look down and find no pity.



There's much contradiction to his death,
who were his enemies the idolatrous Romans 
or Caiapha the High Priest? Was jealousy the cause of all?
One can point to only one as it was recorded 
by the apostle John and others who felt the same agony.



Today some religions don't use soldiers
to put the despised ones on crosses to die,
but persecute them with the help of authorities
who seem fair and free of blame, beware followers of Christ!  
Sometimes, I feel like a crucified Christ
whipped, spitted on and ridiculed by the enraged crowds
that are blinded by ignorance and hatred...
instead of welcoming me as their friend, they fear me
and plot against me not knowing that my silence is astuteness.

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