Vomiting Poems | Examples

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Premium Member How Does It Feel?

Blood on your hands
The heart of a killer
Corrupted your senses

How does it feel?

Blue eyes turned red
Vomiting on a pile of leaves
But the trees don't care

So how does it feel?

Trading pearls for ebony
Clutching them no longer makes sense
Because this isn't you

I wonder, how does it feel?

The angels flew away
And even demons grimace
You belong to neither

Pray, tell me how does it feel?

Premium Member Judging

I’ll judge you 
by how you talk on the phone. 
Yeah, I will. 

I’ll judge you when you’re rude,
I’ll judge you by that harsh tone.

I’ll judge your vulgar mouth 
vomiting on someone you don’t know. 

I’ll judge you and think ruthless thoughts 
I’ll judge you and I truly won’t care. 

I’ ll judge your mumbling 
I’ll just how you’re not prepared.

I’ll judge you, there is a person 
on the other end of this line.

I’ll judge you when you hang up
behaving like a petulant child.

Yeah I sure will. 
By how you talk on the phone? 
I’ll judge you.

Premium Member THE RIVER FROM EVERYWHERE TO NOWHERE


The river from nowhere flows across the Earth
From every tiny town and hidden hamlet, it comes
To gather the waste of fallen man in countless streams
And carry it across the terrestrial surrendering sphere 

The river running from nowhere
Comes voiceless and without song
Acid, ruinous, its life course runs outside of dreams
Silently carrying the waste of sin from its source

It heaves itself up in steaming swells
From the undergrounds of human loss
Vomiting fluids from terror filled wells
Onto the pink flesh of the innocent newborn

And in the clear air of Spring orchards 
Stagnant pools form, lying still and hopeless
Cold wetness percolating into the black scared earth
Passing into hell’s icy bottom of death’s eternal void


Love Kneading Your Loafs

--------    From FiFo to LiLo-----
-----------------------------------
Rowan is a berry that it's extractions are used to
make sorbit acid a preservative used in baking.
Sorbus Aucuparia, also called mountain ash
is not related to the ash tree.it is one of the many
 plants in the familiar Rosaceae family that also
 contains roses, apples, and raspberries, and that
 I have written about here so often.
 Rowan trees are one of the most eye-catching tree
it's berries look like cherry tomatoes.While not deadly
 poisonous, raw rowan berries contain parasorbic acid
 and cyanogenic glycosides, which can cause significant
 stomach upset, vomiting, diarrhea, and potential
 kidney issues if eaten in large amounts, but cooking
 (or freezing) converts these compounds to safe sorbic
 acid, making them edible for jams, jellies
, and syrup.
Written by:
The Bread pro's
Yeast College
best sourdough, brioche
and tradational yeast recipes of Earth.

The Darkness Can Be Shattered

“The Darkness Can Be Shattered”
by Positive Mark

My Father died, mid-argument.

An email never opened.

I hear him sometimes in the night, when I’m vomiting and groping.

Maybe the next rhyme will immediately restore hope, and

the darkness can be shattered by the ember I’ve been stoking.

This is a matrix, a puzzle with high stakes.

Where twenty of wood has you feeling so good that you cuddle with rattling snakes.

You’re numb with olfactory flakes.

Wake up with your face in her cakes.

A twenty year stretch, where you stick out your neck, as if life has but so many takes.

So tell me what’s real when you swallow that pill.

You came with a nine. Who you fixin’ to kill?

I hate to come off like my name’s Jimi Hendrix, but this is my hundred. I’m ‘bout to go spend it.

I’m taking this dame out to dinner and sports, while you sit in the dark, sucking down them Newports.

And you’re thinking of popping a round in your head?

I hate break this to you Homie.

You’re already dead,

like my Father.

Premium Member food allergies are serious

milk, eggs, shellfish
three common allergies
I know a family who lost a two-year-old son to milk

almonds, walnuts, peanuts, wheat and soybeans
five more common allergies
if you open a peanut butter jar, it can be deadly to some

my nemesis is hazelnut
after consuming, my throat closes up
I am wheezing and can barely breathe, needing my inhaler

English walnuts are a close second for me
after eating them, my mouth erupts into giant canker sores
all around my gums

something else creates hives in me.
We do not know if it is a food or what.
allergies seem to go hand-in-hand with having asthma

other symptoms of food allergies are
itching of the mouth, vomiting, and wheezing
Food allergies are serious; sometimes epi pens are necessary.


Then and Now

He slept here overnight after a pub crawl.
I heard him vomiting in the toilet
in the early hours.

Now he is up, hung-over
eating fried eggs sunny-side up.

I remember when he used
to crawl on the floor
baby drool hanging from his smiles.

He looks up at me now with a dopey grin.

I want to tell him both `thanks' and `sorry'
I don't know why.

Years later, `thanks' and ‘sorry'
have become blurred in my mind
with the term, 'fatherhood.'

Premium Member VOMITING SPRING

Earth opening up,
getting rid of winter’s trash;
spring’s relieving grace:-

Premium Member Insignificant Monster No More

Drained of opaque innocence
Perfected by your toxicity,
I was laid bare beneath the narcissistic sun,
Searing deep within dehydrated pupils,
Stripping my soul of all humanity,
until your sinister tongue was all I could hear.

Your empty promises clothed these bones;
running was no longer an option,
as hiding became nearly impossible within your shadows.

Voices, eating through my cerebral cortex,
tainted even the demons that resided within my mind.

Minuscule reminders of my life before became particles of dust,
floating through suffocating air,
choking the little oxygen you let me breathe,
until the poison became too much to take.

Falling to my knees, vomiting your vile lies,
my life flashed like motion pictures before my eyes.

A choice was given:
either purge—rip the cursed, stinging nettle from my veins,
or die under your cruelty.

I will not rot for an insignificant monster;
a cleansing is long overdue.

Premium Member Year of the Green Wood Snake

New Year's Day, false prophets emerge from champagne bubbles.
Predicting the end of mankind, they may be right this time.

In Red China, it's the year of the green wood snake.
Poised to slither into Taiwanese airspace.
Persia and the red bear are vomiting on the planet again.
Seemingly without a care- eternally hell-bent.
Beneath mountains, elitists have built vast doomsday cities. 
Hoarding false status and blood wealth.
Preparing for the end times-the singing of the dove...
They call me crazy for hoarding a few crumbs and caliber.
A futile effort to protect what I love.

Inauguration day is on the star-spangled Horizon.
The newly elected, circled by congressional vipers.
He's been bloodied again and again...but still thrives.
Some call him a patriot, the savior of the republic
Others chant he's the anti-Christ.

The green wood snake and the great red bear
would love to put a claw and fang to his hide.

Vomiting

Vomiting

Vomiting humble actions is 
fine, but 
do it in a 
locked room so 
no one can 
steal your 
humble actions.

Yugan Ask

petrichor sillage
lustmord miasma iron cloy
a clot of steel to sever
scarlet necklace gargle silence
cell phone text ‘she is gone, hurry’
metal carriage in driveway
front door opens, beloved eyes close
cafuné at the burial site
saudade lace iktsuarpok
without you — hiraeth
shower of concrete
sixteen feet deep will silence you
now your screams are —
bubbles with pleas
well, when you run out of air
be awhile with the tunnel snake vomiting
water is slow trickle
drown in my misery
laying beside the maggot who broke us apart
golden silence
we make eye contact
I almost save you but on the way…
komorebi ray on the faucet
both our eyebrows raised
full crank
this was
all on camera
question is your honor
wouldn’t you do the same—?

the lord wanted it done
I did what God wanted me to do
the footage shows that as truth
so your honor
are we through here—?
free to go?

court finds the defendant—

Where can I find that place?

Oh! Let me go there
Far from the blowing horns
And chimneys vomiting streams of smokes
Away from the forenoon smoky sun
And the nights that never worn out for long
Oh! Someone take me away
From the barren  land with chopped trunks
I can’t pretend to be blind any more
Where rain is an inexorable  illusion
Still thirsty throats seek salvation
Oh! Let me go there
Away from mud cracks of paddy fields
Away from the grown poisoned leaves
Off the foamy river banks
Away from dusty smoky air
Oh! Where can I find that place?
Where birds welcome morning sun rays
The green canopy gives me shade
Where I don’t have to buy water
No boundaries for me  to wander
Where I can breath deep inside
And I ought to live my life

Blissful Nights

Nothing beats the relief I felt those nights,
Those nights where all the stress melted away,
Four nights, total peace, no w’rry in sight.
As the pills were sw’llowed, they lifted a weight.

I was happy I’d n’ver wake up again,
See my next birthday, or have a boyfriend.
I thought I would leave this world as a teen,
But I have never been more mistaken.

The days that led up to those blissful nights,
I updated my letters and went on,
With false hope I’d no l’nger have to fight,
Nothing but a dream that vanished at dawn.

No matter how much I took, it ended the same,
Vomiting in h’spital, pointed with blame.

LOVE AND HATE IN ONE POT

When someone puts
Love and hate 
In one pot. 
           I doubt 
the result. 
               As it 
can make some healthy 
folks vomiting mostly.

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