Splats Poems - Poems about Splats

...They steam, They glare, They fume and frown, My ideas snarl and knot. They slouch, Resentful to be asked. They stare and duel, And pout. Then suddenly - A random thing Flies through......

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...The indents and lines upon the Earth From snow melting, has written its fluid song of rebirth. The sky, cold blue, wars with the sharp heating sun. This moment of exclamation says Springtime's beg......

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...Feeling sluggish, shelled. Lithely lingering in the dust and grime. Palette grey and dull, devoid of crisp bright hues, Brushes all furry, frayed, blunt, incapable of fine detail. Apathy and comp......

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...Why does my new girlfriend always wear a cowboy hat She lives in the big city in a high rise council flat I gazed up at the window of her flat up in the sky And when I did a bloody pigeon did one ......

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...On the top of my delicious spaghetti Always covered with cheese I miraculously lose my poor meatball When someone uninvited sneezes It rolls of a marble table And splats onto the floor Then my......

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...The plumbing here is atrocious With clattering so ferocious It spits and splats, like angry cats And can also; be quite precocious Just a tiddle, as with its handle i fiddle Gazing into its in......

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...It's a flat summer day the sun pushes down hard so it squeezes the color and the juice out of everything Her body lies between me and the small attic window It's hard t......

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...12/26/21 Time I make a splash Got to fulfill important tasks Can't rely on hiding behind masks It won't always be what you asked Staying intact or full of bug splats Broken and cracked wi......

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...Hearing the whispers and hisses of a dreadful day Without a word to say Only the voices of winds howling "look how they sway, sway"... Puddles It ruddles it will stay... Never will it go away... ......

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...Water, water, dear water, Mater Mare. Where would I be without you, my wet, wet milieu? Water is the medium that bathes my cells, my blood, my fluid within, derived from the primordial ocean, aeo......

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...In dark rock-cleft with guano splats, There dangle many thousand bats. A lowly worm evolves therein And in bat flesh begins thriving. Now man arrives for bats to eat, For hungry poor, some tas......

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...Jazz piano scale skip quick notes implore me Siphon symphony verve blurred by saxophone sass Floated lilly pad leap frog spring legged surety Splats on brass buttoned soldiers dedicated amass ......

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...The glimmering magic of my watercolor painting a reflection of my mystical ways. Moonlight witch’s fat black cat next to jack-o-lantern gleans laughter from me. I drip watered down paint onto the ......

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...Eccentric? Ha! I throw off my goat-hat and laugh. My mother adds something, but I do not hear. I am busy drawing another cartoon to paint. The fifty canvases on her living room walls do not deter ......

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...Mr McCheesy has large feet wears size 40 shoes, no simple feat plip! plop! thud! phud! was all you could hear miles before he would appear Many would hide to hold themselves safe not wanting ......

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