Spout Poems | Examples

LISTEN to the Wind

"In fall, nature must rest for when they return in spring, to be at their best. " -quote by poet

The trees hear whispers in the wind begin
 It's now time to surrender and let fall win
Slumber is upon them as they start to let go
  To be strong and barren for blankets of snow
 Branches relax as their leaves start to turn
Letting them fall knowing in spring they’ll return

  Hummingbirds hover as they frantically feed
 Fresh nectar for their migration trips a need
The wind whispers warnings as the days get shorter
  When ready, he'll find his mate and will escort her
    Goldfinches appear in their olive drab feathers
Working to secure their nests with twig tethers

 Squirrels and chipmunks are scurrying about
   Busy finding acorns as they sputter and spout
  They listen to the wind as it whistles and whirls
 And lifts fallen ground leaves in colorful swirls
   Flowers hold on to their last blooming breaths
Before they all succumb to their fall deaths
   Nature always listens to the wind's fall requests

My Shout was Sent Flying

Rushing back with my shout
drinks held aloft skew-whiff.
I was spun all around
like a wild water spout,
     caught by brush
     flush with haste
     shame's a gush
     blush disgraced
     crowd's hush-hush

The Silent Kiss

Enticed, seduced, and speedily distilled,
stumbling dumbly, she trips into the arms
of decadence—(such hedonistic charms!)
—and finds her stubborn inhibitions spilled

in a puddle around her thoughts—and, stilled, 
her mind is free (of any and all alarms (!) )
of worry, fear, and doubt—beyond all harms
she thunders for a fresh martini, chilled. 

Teetering at the brink of another drink
she’s helpless against gravity’s stout
strength—down(and further still)into its wink
sinks the hopeless dupe into the abyss;
with more and more foaming from the spout,
she slips into a lethal, silent kiss—

A Handful of Haiku

Empathy 

a drop of water 
hangs on the end
of this bamboo spout - I sniff



Alone

how fragile the evening -
this huge silence
about to burst


Discarded Haiku

flakes of paper ash -
yesterday a sleeping
butterfly

TIME IN A TEAPOT

TIME IN A TEAPOT
Remembering the mornings of sipping tip with my mother, who has long since passed...

gentle morning breeze stirs the air
whispers of steam rise in the morning hush

teapot's whistle pierces the air
teapot’s awakening call
teapot’s spout forms a gentle stream
teapot's warmth begins to flow
teapot’s charm, a magic spell

rising from teapot’s fragrant leaves
scent of tea fills the air
stories are told, and memories unfold
echoes murmur from the past
hours slip by like grains of sand
love and laughter, tears and woe
settle in the teapot’s belly

time dwells in the unassuming teapot’s heart
teapot’s secrets locked within its core

Globulous Maroon

Curdling wave of denatured purity
Milk and acid, perverted mated pair
Waltzing, obese ballroom spinners 
Twirling, breeders spun by children’s fingers 
A fleet, in concentric circles turning. 
Churning, in hidden tunnels, empty wombs 
Clotted to lumps, a viscous drool
From spout of oesophagus poured
Over that inverted delicacy.

An internal storm blows like fury, shocks
Of bucking, lurching on every wave
Oobleck’s looming clouds
Hailing wet pellets on the deck. 
My hands painted, 
A globulous maroon
Leaking life-force, un-fatal evacuation 
Drawn-out, a living execution 
A foetal creature, whining out the morning 
Premature to see the day
Too early to bleed. 

You are my sworn foe,
Possessing me as what I am
Trapped by you on whom I depend
Breasts, hips, thighs, a soft-skinned face
A body, veneer for lunar torment.
Prophetic to the hour 
Of when the next storm will come. 
Stranded at sea, men watch from the shore.
Apathetic, indifferent,
Too far away to see
Us, the fleet of spinners 
Lost in bleeding seas.

Russell Brand, Ayn Rand and Ray Milland Walk into a Bar

So: thinker, “personality” and actor
	are looking for a drink.
If two of them are trailers, one’s a tractor.
“Nice counter-top. Real zinc?”

“Don’t ask them stuff. They memorise words
	of better men, to spout ’em!”
“And his type feels the need to gather herds
	of sycophants about ’em.”

“There’s zinc in every human enzyme. Fact.”
	“An enzyme? Qu’est-ce que c’est?”
“A catalyst which helps your gut react
	a thousand times a day.” 

Creators are the only ones who matter,
	just them and only them.
Who grows, can know: who knows can grow (and scatter):
	the human apothegm.

“The path from easy living?  Slow decline
	to reach death valley days.”
“Misfortunes? They’re all relative, and mine
	are slight. I’m not from Grays!”

Who hasn’t done his share of Boogie Nights?
	All wassail hours are zeros.
Two-thirds of humankind are parasites:
	where should we look for heroes?

We have a thing now, called celebrity
	that’s not the same as fame:
whatever ape forsakes the tree
	can make himself a name.

The world, for entertainment, craves a schism
	(Max Baer against Joe Louis):
but who foresaw the Queen of Capitalism
	would be a Russian Jewess?

why do I stay when things don't go my way

Why do I come back time after time, day after day?
Every time I fail, I keep telling myself I will rise above.
At this point, it might be a lie.
Why, oh why, I want to cry out.
So full of doubt.
These words I spout.
Why do I stay day after day?
Why do I stay when things don't go my way?

The itsy bitsy spider

Inspired by the inimitable nursery rhyme 

The itsy bitsy spider
By Michelle Morris
20/12/2023

Remember the itsy bitsy spider
Trying to survive the water spout?
Whether rain or shine
That spider didn't give up or pout

Rainbows will come
Seasons will flow
And that itsy bitsy spider
Will learn to live and grow

So, if you're feeling down
Or struggling in the rain
I hope you'll remember this song
And learn to have fun and dance again

© Michelle Morris, 2023

A Snack Before Dinner

A snack before dinner
Just doesn’t seem right,
For it could diminish
A good appetite.

At least that’s the message
My mother would spout,
Which I took to heart when
No more than a sprout.

Those adages somehow
Don’t work anymore
Yet still, in my head
They are hard to ignore.

When I’m feeling hungry
And mealtime’s not yet
I’ll pop a few olives
So I don’t regret

Ignoring advice
That’s been etched into place.
Then at dinner, I won’t feel bad
Stuffing my face!

Thou Word He Has Not Hidden

He opens his small round mouth and words spout
The problem is he inserts his foot and not trout
His spouting isn't funny at all
He is headed for a big fall
Donald, the nation is tired of your tout

My Place

I have found a place
where I can spout a rhyme
just about any time

I have found a place where 
thoughts can be shared
anytime

I have found the place 
for my poems to reside
all the time

I have found my place
my poet home,
for all time

Lee Vilifies Her Husband

Lee vilifies Henry, her husband, a good man
Maligning him whenever and however she can
Most of us move out of her arrogant lying way
Not wanting to hear what she has to spout or say

Canine Waterfall

Our kitchen counter could be a waterfall
Or so our dog seems to think
As he stares at it while we prepare food
Never ever daring to blink

I think he expects the counter’s edge
To flood the floor, and magically spout
Random food scraps, which are worth
Risk of life and limbs’, ending the drought

Edited Echoes

    Spill the tea, tipped up spout, stirred
    Friction mixes fiction into fructose
    Whispers pull expectant ears close
    Muffled message can barely be heard 

    
    Listen where truth and lies intertwine
    Hot off the press, a hopscotch 
    Pebble thrown, trending watch
    Manoeuvred over as squares  3- 6- 9


    Folded inside last week’s newspaper
    Transfer blur, ink bleed injury
    Tear away band-aid gingerly
    Atrocities reduced to peculiar caper


    Shrine to memory melts fact, flimsy
    Shadows spread black plague
    Smokey mirror, images vague
    Cloak and dagger funhouse whimsy


    Pressed for truth, tea bags shrivel
    Leaking last drips of drunk dribble 





          21st November 2024
           Written for Contest: 
     How the Echo Filters Reality 
         Sponsor: Di11y Da11y

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