#splat poems on Hello Poetry

neth jones Dec 2023

(who blew the bulb ?) everywhere is bright everything is eyes can't see you in your mirror-mail-shard suit i'm blinded / bladed / paraded to the roots / hear this chime ? / this overwhelming chime / it's in all the things but has predatory gut / it’s not vital / it’s hurt / spumming out allure evident byproduct you've stuffed it all down clutted all the drains of your fawning audience burning hair compounded the body with capillary blain / majesty, your maj-jest-tea ; it’s dishonesty ; you are what you are but you don't want to be-(you're not pleased) get you down from there sire ( if-you-please ) and grow an honest hovel / everything’s on discount mother-******* discount it's a travesty you are a misery (dismount) you were far from what you harm now you keep it close you snake just like a charmer / you slither you basket you rascal piping lewd at the tourist youths / such a hassle / bring on photography the ******* it's embarrassing it’s emm-bhar-rass-sing (who blew the bulb ?)

Was listening to Deceptacon by Le Tigre when I started this one

[[and you'll have me for your tourist night to filthen you foreign /reign of the ***** fun / funding me to make you my ashtray / ****** final / biohazard bag / you haggard rag]]

#splat #mad #nonsense #earworm #abuser #wizard #power #charm #silly #music

Brandon Conway Aug 2018

Skyscraper Paintings

As my gaze shifted down below
my eyes, how did they behold
all the little ants going to and fro
as if they were mind controlled

Can't they see what is happening
to and fro, to and fro, to and fro
day after day, day after day, day after day
and for what?

Cheap plastic that eventually breaks
blue lights shooting up dopamine
dreams of scratch off sweepstakes
costly cups of muddy caffeine

Lets show them what being free is all about

J                                      N                                  F
U                                                                         A
M                                                                         L
P                                     O                                  L
I                                                                            I
N                                                                         N
G                                    W                                 G

Watch clouds shrink while ants grow
their busy bodies stop
as they finally lift their face up to show
the horror in their eyes drop

following downward along
this exciting free fall
this beautiful swan song
that I sing for all

I can hear them now
how angelic are their cries
I can see their sickly brow
the whites in their putrid eyes

Fleshy hail from the building above
came crashing into a yellow cab
spirit fleeting like a mourning dove
a body crimson mangled and drab

I leave my mark on this city
my final piece of art
I hope they find it pretty (and not pity)
this perished bleeding heart

#suicide #skyscraper #jumping #falling #art #blood #splat #swan #song #city

Yusof Asnan Oct 2017

Splat!

Our life is like a fly,
All gathered for some junk,
Buzzing around in a crowd,
Never staying on one focus.

A little shake;
Everyone is in uproar,
Angrily circling around,
Coming from thousands of directions.

They fly away when scared away,
Only to sneak back when unseen,
Until one day when least expected,
Splat!

-HIY

#yusofasnan #hiy #thoughts #ink #inktober #inktober2017 #splat #fly

Ana S May 2016

Bullets

No I am not
Bullet proof.
Yes if you shoot.
I will die.
I will probably die if you even just looked at me.
I stop breathing every time you speak.
It's quite odd.
I can't stand to be around you.
Only because I want to be around you.
Something is odd about you.
Non judgmental you.
You somehow know what to say.
You know what I've gone through.
You know what it's like.
To slice up your perfect pale skin.
You know what it's like to want to die.
You know what it's like to be unfixable.
That's the state I'm in.
Broken and unfixable.
Like an egg...
Oh gosh here we go again on eggs emily.
Eggs once they splat are unfixable.
Unfixable
Forever.
That's me.
An egg.
I'm
Nothing
But
An
Egg?
True?
Or false?

Being an egg

#broken #pain #unfixable #egg #splat

Pauline Morris Mar 2016

Little Bird

Little bird little bird why do you sit there
in the middle of the road without even a care
did the other little birdies give you a dare
I'm afraid you haven't a prayer
You just set and you stare
So totally unaware
That you'll soon be a splat
Where your body once sat.

#bird #sat #splat

Vanessa Nov 2014

four walls

stop talking about the girl you once knew,
how you loved her so well.
she that consumes so much of you
was only a mere fraction of myself,
a small part that could never last.
our love was endangered,
and though I saw from the start
we plunged into the darkness, head first.
now look at us,
our hearts have been splattered across these four walls.

#love #heart #breaking #splat

Emily Dickinson Wannabe Oct 2014

not Here, but There

You left her
                                                 There.
        And she stayed.
        And all alone she sat
        All the way over
                                                  There.
        And no one over
Here
         Ever noticed when
         The girl over
                                                   There
         Started to
                              F
                                 a
                                    l
                                       l
         When she went  S p l a t
          No one
Here
          Noticed.
          No one saw
          Because the girl over
                                                   There
           Landed over
                                                    There
            After the
                              F
                                 a
                                    l
                                       l

Hey it *****. But my brain ***** right now. I'll delete this but i wanted to put something out here today. I thought it was better before i actually wrote it out.

#fall #here #there #splat

Seed Of Death Aug 2014

Bat Cat

I'm a poem, I like bats named cat.

this was written with help from Karl Franssen.

#hat #mat #splat

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