Splat Poems - Poems about Splat

splat all over you sweet tender love turned to stone pretty angel you wanted my ugly truth my hard history-- --the long bent road to what I pine yearn ache waste away for hope it doesn't crush you there's a prince in the beast and a beast in the prince who still believes fairy tales come true that a good girl could be his even after especially after you take him to dizzying death defying rapturous heights...

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Smashed up against the wall it Shat ter ed in to tin y pi ec es. My m i n d is splintered broken, never to be put back together again S as in P as in pratt L as in love and lust A as in ashes T as in tampon,...

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Those squirrels aren't born to be squealers Once flat it’s too late for faith healers Midway between tyres Avoids the hell fires Alas, there are bloody three wheelers...

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The horse jumped on the dog The dog jumped on the cat I jumped on the horse And the cat went splat! The horse jumped off the dog The dog jumped off the cat I jumped off the horse But the cat was flat The horse went to the races The dog put on his hat "I don't want to play no more" Said the splat...

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Wham bam slam splat That gnat, flat lies -- Death's stat; squished prize...

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Plunk plick plat splat The drip of faucet compels me to Throw down a few notes Words I had not thought of six seconds before Cardinals and sparrows Twittering and chittering I listen hard, capturing nothing Yet inspired by everything. My subconscious grabs these sounds Work on them as I slumber Astral travel my go-to-place As my muse sings what she finds...

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Your red light betters consider you a black bug on the windshield of life That freedom flight of fancy smushed condition, it don’t spotted glass much matter Just another ghetto pest that didn’t pass the police car collision course tute test Listen to the blue siren chatter, dead air channel static Broken wing green dreams start to fade to black, as the fluttering pulse...

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Underneath a rainbow The colours fall down flat Perhaps it is the rain That makes them all go splat!...

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Splat Explosions do not always signify combustion but often combustion arrives after many years of layering the layers and tightly packing. Thus meaning that a fried piece of fat could slip and burst out of the prism shelf. Bringing with it everything of the scenes, scenery and idle conversations. Plus noises. Noises are inevitable. Intrusive. But...

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On my porch, La Cucaracha appears creeping like an army tank prying, his long...

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A flea in a bag is not akin to a farmers market on a window sill but wide angled mirrors breathe many a basket bomb into a woven template if a footstool. Perching by a bathroom crevasse one ponders the many insecurities of a passing flying snail. For to shell is not to show. And...

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countryside car cruise kamikazes on windshield moonscapes on the move...

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Cat splat meow. Once said on a bridge now without it's claws. But a clause is often not a purpose and fifteen fingered gentlemen are unwelcome in a tidal wave format as fish are the only necessary being in a furry wrap if tine. Being. Bees. Best. Becoming....

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The splat Colors stay colors fade but the splat remains the same colors split colors fit but the splat is always the common fix colors brighten colors dim but the splat always shows what's within colors combine colors divide but the splat carries on how it should colors always change for we all the colors each and every one of us different in our own way weak on our own but when we...

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I don't mean to interfere But your annoyance I don't care To listen to anymore I'm gonna boot you out the door If you don't stop all this nonsense There will be a consequence If your words keep being rude Your annoying me with crude And racist words you say Cutting my heart with decay From the foul and mean words That is making me...

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