Spoiling Poems | Examples

Dumbstruck Dumb-Luck

The soft curves of your smile,
    echoing mile after mile.
Not reminiscent of a grandma,
    but rather, a banana.

Your glowing doughy eyes,
    look as squishy as thy thighs.
You create a fervent need,
    akin to a vampire, lusting to feed.

You send my brain a-boiling,
    as a custard that is spoiling!
Left unable to speak or think,
    A simple blank stare, forgetting to blink.

Darling, paint the eyes

Every morning I paint a pair of eyes
to see the world for me—
Mines scream at
the sky fracturing into neon glass.

The dazzling eyes I painted—
I use them to fit in
the crowd dancing in chemical haze
—reasons left out at the gate.
I use them to study
the rites of smoke
—to ghost myself in every exhale.
I use them to ignore
the judgmental stare
—that inner child I silenced, it's always her

No good can come from spoiling the fun—
Darling, just blind yourself.

lost on the path

But alas; sometimes I think we've lost our way-
too many strayed opinions...one too many a survey.

Walking on the road ahead, just following the herd of sheep-
with a hypnotised mind, wide awake yet very fast asleep.

While yelling...join the team of the future progressiveness-
but if you don`t your old fashion, head full of mindlessness.

The enchanting light, a blinding fantasy world-
is a place where viewpoints, twisted and whirled.

The lights words spoken from an over opinionated mind-
but it is taken as the whole truth for one, and all of mankind.

Their flags are waved high, as they scream and chant=
to join with this new order of things, many just can`t.

It`s a path they want us to heavily tread-
but it`s a needle many, don`t want to thread.

With all our differences we live in a blended pot-
so to boil it too fast...we risk spoiling the lot.

The older generation think it's a movement like a hypnotising cult-
and their minds have been struck down by a thunderous lightning bolt.

The generation of now say "your way too old to understand, Mr Boomer"-
but the boomers say "your so out of touch, with no sense of humour.

A World Without Loss

If not for loss, you would never grow.
Never open up to a new chance, a new flow.
Rivers don't stay on one path—they wander,
Leaving behind old trails, like we grow from blunder.
The river carves new ways through outside influence,

Just as we grow, shaped by pain and persistence.
Becoming static in a meaningless moment,
Like stagnant water, spoiling in its own torment.
If you don’t push past the weight of the fall,
You’ll remain trapped in an impenetrable wall.
But once you turn to pursuit—not retreat—
The coil will unravel, and you’ll rise to your feet.

Wounds, once raw, begin to mend with time,
Etching lessons into skin like a sacred rhyme.
The flood may tear roots from the earth’s skin,
But from that chaos, new life begins.
Growth is not a silent venture, it rumbles, it roars,
Crashing like waves against tightly shut doors.

We fear the fall, the break, the bend,
Yet it’s in the fracture that truths transcend.
For even a river must split to survive,
Forging fresh channels, keeping hope alive.
So let the currents carry what no longer serves,
And trust in the motion, in the swerve of the curves.

White dab of frosting

a runaway cloud
streaks through an open sky
spoiling the otherwise perfect blue



AP: Honorable Mention 2025

Trying to Sneak Away for a Bit of Fun

Loud crazy-sounding hullabaloo in the center of town
Carnival? Fiesta? Mobsters? Balloon-shaping clown?
We could not wait for our parents to slumber
Creeped out of our windows, hid behind piles of lumber

Ran down there to see whatever mischief we could
The square was empty except for a lone pile of pine wood
Our parents’ cameras had shown them what we had done
They were soon there also, spoiling our fun

Purgatory forever for her

She was so wishy-washy she went to neither heaven or hell
Purgatory forever is where this listless lifeless one will dwell
She could never decide on this, that, them, he, she, or another
I blame her doting, spoiling family – mom, dad, sister and brother.

Daughter

I wear the cords around my neck like jewelry.

I cry my tears as if I could drain the whole sea.

Mommy will be terrified by what she’s about to see, While dad falls to his knees, ready to plead.

Sorry, Mom

Sorry, Dad

Who knew a lottery ticket could buy you a lifetime payment?

Xin loi me,

Xin loi cha,

For spoiling the seed buried inside me.

Better luck next time— At least now, I’m free.

THE REMINDER

Do you listen 
To yourself 
What you say
Do you ever taste
What you serve others?

How do you feel
When neglected 
How do you feel 
When you rip another apart 
What do you gain
From spoiling others name?

Be careful 
What you wish for others 
When pointing 
A finger at others 
The remaining four fingers 
Are pointing right back at you.

Workhouse

How is this free verse poem.

Perfumef handkerchifs
Hiding thete smells
SEND THEM TO THE WORKHOUSE THEY ARE SPOILING MY MEAL
Urchins and vagabonds
Scavaging for food
SEND THEM TO THE WORKHOUSE THEY ARE SPOILING MY MEAL
The starving scrambling
Food from the bins
SEND THEM TO THE WORKHOUSE THEY ARE SPOILING MY MEAL
Pickpockets stealing
Stealing my bread
SEND THEM TO THE GALLOWS THEY ARE SPOILING MY MEAL
Christmas is coming
Give them some gruel
THE WORKHOUSE IS WAITING THE GALLOWS CAN WAIT
The sweep boy is crying
The chimney neefs sweeping
WHIP HIM AND BEAT HIM THE CHIMNEY NEEDS  SWEEPING
Chestnuts roasting
Carol singers caroling
MERRY CHRISTMAS URCHINS AND ALL

Bagarthach 2: A Bruise Brews

Putrescent figs and spoiling fruit,
left in the fridge and long forgotten:
show kindness to that big, mean brute,
or likewise may your day be rotten.

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Another Bagarthach, 8a:9b:8a:9b

PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR CAUSING HIS FURY TO REST

September 4 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Ezekiel 21-22

Key Verse – Ezekiel 21:17 I will also smite mine hands together, and I will cause my fury to rest: I the LORD have said it.

PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR CAUSING HIS FURY TO REST	

Praise be to God for causing His fury to rest for the:
Repentant ready for His restoration
Ransomed rejoicing in His redemption
Renewed reaching-out by His righteousness
Revived replenished through His rejuvenation
Rebellious returning to His reproving redirection 

Ezekiel 21:24 Praise be to the Lord for correcting us 
of our iniquities and transgressions that we:
Confess as defiling and sinful
Consider displeasing and selfish
Cling to which are damaging and spoiling
Cleave unto but are destructive and smiting
Courageously detest now with sincere supplication  

Ezekiel 22:14 Praise be to the Saviour 
for dealing with us by His:
Truth along His judgment
Trustworthiness midst His justice
Triumph against jeopardizing jokes
Testimony toward jubilant joyousness
Territory thrusting jobs of jealousy-jerks. Amen!

September 4, 2024

Spirit Realm

I can feel it, talking to me silently 
My words pause, as if itself was thinking 
Telling me how it feels I live and write 
Darkness alive as if light lives 
I know death, I am not afraid 
Spirit realm, there my soul be free 

I hear satan temptations cries 
But I do not feel his presence 
Tho I walk in the valley shadow of death 
I am moved in being my steps be 
I am only a man, myself even guilt 
Weakened by the flesh, tempt of life's foundation 

I feel it, as if I could touch myself 
I wonder if it sleeps or lays guard 
My eyes lay shut to the world 
Spirit realm of dream land 
Say tell story, some I wish not to know 
My spirit, my responsibility heaven or hell 
Life and death we hold no control 

To each their action be their consequences 
Reaping what you sow, soil spoiling away 
Like an apple rotting the bushing 
Your soul falling to a world past 
You care not for change only yourselves 
But you forget the being inside you breath 
Spirit realm, even in death it still lives 
Got first love yourself to love another

For every black cloud

Black Cloud 
The sky frames this backdrop 
Footsteps - always moving - but never in the right direction 
Bang Bang 
What is that?! 
Stay Away! 
Can't you see?! 

Vroom Vroom 
The diesel engines cries and chuck, chuck and spat and spat on the footway nearby 
Pop Pop 
Children laughing and skipping - Imagination so vivid and so tangible. You could almost kiss it. 

Kick Kick 
Just let me in 
I am not angry anymore. I promise. 

Dump Dump 
Bin bags - oh the bin bags - how high they do rise 
Umbrella - It's raining - tears down your face 
Makeup is now ruined and it is spoiling the line of your brand new jacket

Hoist With His Own Petard

He who disregards truth and justice
Will sooner or later go the whole hog;
His bestial appetites and habits,
His love of cruelty and power eventually will take over
Perhaps without him ever realizing the danger.
He is not only beyond the control of others
But beyond his own control.
He does no good ( like rainless clouds or fruitless trees,
Heaping abuse on anything he doesn't understand;
Spoiling the fellowship meals with his irreverent behavior.
He lives at the mercy of his brutish instincts,
Looking after Himself instead of caring for his brother.
Like storm, he leaves behind him shame and disgrace;
like the dirty foam left along the beach by the wild waves.
He's like stars that have wandered into outer space and give no light,
He grumbles about everything and have a huge chip on his shoulder.
He is one in reign,
A loud-mouthed show-off
Who flatters others for his own advantage
And give free reign to his evil desires.

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