Splutter Poems | Examples

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Cold Vanilla Coffee

Oh how bittersweet,
The way you hold me-
Only long after i cried, in defeat,
Cold vanilla coffee
-
Oh how you toy with your prey
A roof over my head? How generous.
Hold it over my head, and tell me that I must defray
Now tell me how I'm treacherous
-
Always hated how you never finished your coffee
Now i drink mine like I'm grown 
Does it, too, remind you we're all faulty,
When you look me down upon your throne?
-
Funny how you guide my independence 
Yet threaten to cage me when i spread my wings
''How rebellious, you lack common sense''
You're right, I'm sorry mommy, I'll stick to rusted swings
-
And like 2 peas in a pod,
Oh how easy your words twist the knife
Each one frozen in my heart, unthawed
And oh how quick i am to 'ruin' your life
-
I will admit, i still hate this bittersweet brew.
It quickly turns cold, and it reminds me of you,
But i know ill continue to drink it, even if i splutter
For in the end, blood will always be thicker than water.

Imperfect

I dodge the mirror like it’s coming to get me
I lay around like something will change 
I curse my frame and do not eat 
then I mess it all up again

I spark one up as a way of releasing 
then wonder why I feel the same 
I’ve never been the jester type, I lose most every game

and how I tower, splutter and scour 
putting in my two pence when the bill has been paid 

Yet when I yearn for a different shape, different pastime, different state, every drop of me dries up 
every lump, with it every bump, is part of my mosaic 
every thorn has its rose, there’s a darkness behind every pose 
Imperfect is my perfect; it’s me everyone knows 

Yes, I bare all my emotions 
I can be short, I can form oceans 
I get things wrong, sometimes more than right 
I don’t foresee with perfect sight 

But I’ll be there when things feel off, when you’re drowning and it all just stops 
I’ll prove myself when you’re not sure 
when I fall down I’ll find another door 

Imperfect is my perfect and will be for ever more

estuaries through limbs : Inspired by : The Creek in Shirley Canyon : Robert Hass : 1941

the creek is quiet, mossy 
phantoms surround inlet
safeguarding all who visits 
a lonesome eagle overhead watch 
me strike a match _____  flame 
dies in cold breeze
silent is vast sky  

slowly life appears 
chameleon on sediment 
gecko peeping 
fire I try to kindle splutter 
gasping for breath ~
orange tongues appear
god’s original juices

consecrated ibis lands as if
sent from Nile where I drank 
waters centuries before
sweet solitude filled with 
memories of pharaohs 
chariots, hieroglyphs 
inlet waters fill voids in mind 

I’m inconsequentially cosmic 
egyptian geese descend
estuaries flow through limbs 
nurturing blood …

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Grey Days


Shades of grey cascades on rainy days

Petrichor reigns after each pitter patter

Radiance of earthy fragrance does flatter

Teardrops down panes.. splitter splatter

Fades to whiffs chiding riffs spit scatter

Forever about weather they do natter

Seems the one thing that does matter 


Flowers cowers at showers which batter

Tiffs as petal in fine fettle does shatter

Down trodden by a sodden mad hatter 

Raised bed fed on shed drops clatter

Spoils for alluvial soils a pluvial platter  

Some veg in tatters others seem fatter

Folks chitter chatter.. prefer the latter


Cumulus nimbus nimbly flitter & flutter 

Sunrays grasp after a last gasp stutter

Sliding gliding riding wooden shutter

Rasp of uncouth din off a roof of tin

Staccato rinse & repeat beat does utter

Burgling drains & gurgling in the gutter


Huddles of puddles cuddle and splutter

Parched Earth’s skin softens like butter

Mother Nature's own homegrown nutter

Folks groan have to clear up soaked clutter 

Mumble prone to moan but not a tut tutter 

Mustn't grumble need the tumble they mutter

Premium Member Pleasure is a Bliss Bomb

warmth flushes red on skin
embers rekindle pleasant memories withheld
deep within

firework flares glow
showers of bliss, bright with delight
on show

cascades
spurt splutter then
fades

warmth flushes red on skin
showers of bliss, bright with delight
fades

Premium Member Weeping Rainy Day Part Two

Feelings flood in seismic waves when soul mates drift apart,
fits of anguished sobbing tear stained stress a shattered heart,
doleful voices splutter we were doomed right from the start,
passion in its twilight is this weeping rainy day,
deep regrets so lachrymose for love that slipped away, 
mellow drama’s  woeful tragic plot or empty play, 
morose violinist raises eyebrows with her tune,
couples in dispute whose wild scream wakes the dead at noon,
how that first flush eerie sadness wrecks their honeymoon, 
heartache piles on heartache ain’t that a crying shame, 
all that friction counts for nought as partners share the blame


Vex the hex that is X

Can you feel the real deal hoodoo or juju hex

One sex tech conquest & manifest wrecks perplex
  
Flex your cerebral cortex protest against the new Rex

Hullabaloo of voodoo we must contest & vex
  

Vain inane randy Deejays handy on dandy sandy decks

A bane.. vloggers..joggers & bloggers texts & trend treks 

Reign of hooray Henry’s forays with oversized unwise specs

Disdain from plain Jane “ex” glowering while devouring Tex Mex 

Train..campaign for brawn not brain.. divulging bulging necks & pecs

The lot have got an absurd follow the word of the herd complex


Flecks of lies flutter & splutter in the utter nutter echo chamber gutter that is “X”  

Never ending..mind bending curmudgeon bludgeon chorus of Tyrannosaurus Techs!

Premium Member phenylethylamine'd

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            to pronounce thuh werd
                 az thuh scientist 
                  took uh minute
                            yet

                           drip

                           leak

                        splutter
                          mine
                        all over
            each hern raimentless 
               feverish frivol front 
                          my'd





*"my'd": my portmanteau for;
   'my been had'  ,)

Dairy fairies


****s Gluts
Societal Stutter
More Cuts
Suicidal Splutter
Serfs Ruts

Should be wary
Weary of the scary
Leery lairy Dairy Fairy

Utter Nutter
If's But's
Gutter Mutter
Tut Tutts

Because of their ilk
Silk road's now
Bow..cash cow 
Kowtow to 
Road of Milk

Nadirs Clutter
Wing Nuts
Flitter Flutter
Garters from Guts
Soften your butter

Everything shudders
Will explode
Due to the udders

Rivers life
Givers rotten
Nature rife
Delivers from 
Strife forgotten
Moolah besotten

Milk powder
Or
Seafood chowder

Dairy highway dismay
All day diner
Cosplay for our new 
Crueler ruler.. China
 
Hip hip Hooray!

Moon

Candle glow at midnight
The hatch is locked
A scrambling splutter
As I reach for the key of circles and bolts and lines
But just as before
The circle ends
Four corners behind

And I'm scrambling again for another key
I plead the glow as I–
Well, do I cherish my existence once more?

Foot taps to the humming
Blood rushing under my skin
I'm thrown to the couch
A corner, I curb

Did I feel the end? Was there an end in sight?
My head tilts, and I
Can't quite seem to keep the colours
Steady in my mind
For better or worse, I do mind

Do I love?
I don't love, I don't love, I don't love
I don't love. I do love. I don't love. I do love.

Respite in the Moonshine

Candle glow at midnight,
The hatch is locked
A scrambling splutter
As I reach for the key of circles, bolts and lines.
But just as before. The circle ends 4 corners behind
And I'm scrambling again for another key
I plead the glow;
It flickers as I-
Well, I,
I cherish my existence once more
As another circle starts to grow...
My foot taps to the humming,
Blood rushing under my skin, I'm thrown to the couch–
It's way past midnight. Immobile, so I curb the corner.
Did I feel the end?
For better or worse, the hatch unlocks, no key.
My head tilts, and
I can't seem
To keep the colours uniform again.
I spiral to only splatters of *pink* and *green* caressing the wall
Overwhelmingly.
Please, don't, love.
But I do, do I? FOR WHAT PURPOSE?
I plead once more.
And become void, I hate. I hate. I hate.
But only pink could resonate.

Premium Member Forgiveness

In your eyes I see anger reign, 
you splutter words like acid rain.
Sane sense turns to ash in my view,
as I discover myself new

I don’t drag you in pit of hate, 
don’t blaze in revenge fire in spate.
The wrath in my soul you can’t spew,
as I discover myself new.

I drown you in forgiveness flow,
shower of pity wets you slow.
You rise from ash of remorse true,
as I discover myself new.

I pray to God, give strength of mind,        
to wrongdoers I can be kind. 
Show my soul right course to pursue,
as I discover myself new.

Song of Life

The stabbing blade of pain-
Glass broken by the beating drum of our hearts,
The melody that keeps us alive:

The melody that we dance and sing to ourselves,
The hum that plays in our soul in a moment of bliss,
The breath that we seize in awe.

Or perhaps the gentle backdrop of a quiet chuckle.
Babies wail and giggle the song of life,
The tune that only you can compose.

In those seconds of contentment,
We allow ourselves to stand in the spotlight,
And be drenched by its beautiful noise.

In moments of despair we get drowned by it.
But, even then,
Our lungs splutter the final notes
And we lay to rest as the track stops recording.

Music left to be played in memory, titled:
'Your name, a drama, complete.'

Premium Member Not going far in my car

pitter patter drips drops and plops
blathers blatters splatters sploshes and drips
bitter twitter twatters and twaddles, flips and flops

chitter chatter babbles claptrap baas and blahs
slithering sliding slues, slips and skips
blotches mottles splotches and spots scars and mars

splutter flutter splatter clatters, a kick-started motorcar
crunched cracked munched and punched the whacked gears strips 
hipping and hopping, skipping and bop bop bopping, we're not going far

Premium Member The Tale of The House in Sounds

The  CRUNCHING  of tyres on the gravelly driveway
The CLANG of the garden gate sharply closing
The CLICK of the key in the lock
The old door CREAKING open on its hinges
The SNAP of the light switch to brighten  the house
The SWISH  of the curtains being drawn
The CLATTER of crockery being laid on the table
The GUSH of water from the tap into the kettle
The WHISPER ,HISS and SPLUTTER of the boiling kettle
The annoying SLURP of a GULP of tea
The CHORTLE of laughter around the table
The SCRAPING of chairs being drawn back
The CRACKLE of the open fire in the sitting room
The SCRATCH of a match to light the pipe
The comfort of being indoors at the first CLAP of thunder
The even more comforting CLINK of glasses for a safe homecoming

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