Spam Poems

Spam poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of spam poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on spam are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Or Are We Bots?

Or Are We Bots? prose poem

Fill out the CAPTCHA. Prove you’re not a human. There are so many stupid humans spamming the site It’s gibberish – you can tell it’s a human because they can’t write. When bots do it there is soul and calculation

Poems containing references to : Spam

A Day For A Lifetime

A Day For A Lifetime ballad

Driving my car across the country, numerous years ago, going to a new place, Changing who I’d know A loud bang broke the boredom and blue smoke filled the air, engine was A ’knocking, a sound beyond compare I rolled

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Victim?

Victim? short poem

Somebody please take me, Take me away from here, I don’t want to feel this pain, Nor shed another tear. I’m all alone in a world of dark, There’s no way out for me, Why can’t you open you eyes,

Let’s play Life

Let’s play Life ode

Life is a game of Rummy, game of chances and skills, You got to play with what’s doled out to you, The Aces, the Kings, the Queens and the Jacks, And pip cards with value from two to ten, So

Serial Depletion

Serial Depletion short poem

Effectively in givenness; stranger in one’s own house you search the detritus for a lost face. Stay closer to me, O walls I am catching fire. Draw the blood from my veins and taste me. The otherworldly glow of the

On Dreamy Paths

On Dreamy Paths short poem

One Summer’s night I sat alone, As I had often done before, Enthralled by moonlight dancing, hither thither on my chamber floor. I heeded not the mournful wail of hunter borne on feathered wing, That rent the air: a false

Shade

Shade short poem

I dreamt myself a ghost woken Of a morning by frigid rain pitiless, needling, painful, unknown From my indistinct fore-life My domain an irregular bowl A well bottom a warm, still Kingdom to float swampy vapors Possessing to the precipice,

Who Are You?

Who Are You? prose poem

Who are you, and why are you here? I am your security, your protector and your safety blanket. We will start this age of discovery and wonderment together, Pausing only to sleep and refuel our curiosity. Who are you, and

The Chasm

The Chasm prose poem

Somewhere, there is a chasm A deep cut in the ground A scar in the earth A wound in the world I stand over the edge My hair blows in the winds of endless freefall If I wanted to cross

Despaired

Despaired short poem

nothing is left to say, the wandering cloud was bleeding for white moon, the elements, the purity, the ligaments are fake, joints are festering with fever on burntout resins; the name floats in millions of veins, tell me the fault

Sorrows Find A Way In Your Life

Sorrows Find A Way In Your Life short poem

When pillows of comfort become your enemy, Understand sorrow is going to be, Life will always check you, Life will always test you, It may try to know how patient or impatient you are, But all life’s long way you

If How I

If How I short poem

If I could stay in my space and not walk outside, then live in my head when I go for a ride If I could close both my eyes and pretend I’m blind, then not see the world when I think

My Dad, My Soul

My Dad, My Soul long poem

It seems like he is punished Everyday when he returns from work His face drained, reflecting the fatigue of the whole day. He hardly has time to smile But I know he wants to smile When he leaves in the

Retold Journey

Retold Journey short poem

Insane I turn around an amputee to live, for not living fighting the inner war speared, lacerated, like neanderthal in cave my weapon the serrated moon cried in fluted dark a glimpse of bare bones the ash of a bleeding

Birds And Girls

Birds And Girls short poem

Pretty, colorful flying graces, Gliding in air, twittering everywhere, I have seen their smiling faces, Loyal to spouse, no affair. Working hard, at their best, Collecting something, knitting a craft, Making a nest for love and rest, And to lay

Values In Life – 1

Values In Life – 1 short poem

Life is full of fun; But without batten Of values beacon Life will be just a hun. If you want in life won Approx values bidden – Not money, values one Can lead to success done. Difference between bison And

Tales From The Autumn Breeze.

Tales From The Autumn Breeze. short poem

The autumn breeze blows through the trees whispering secrets known to few from all of his travels in summer under skies of azure blue He tells of flowers smiling when watered by the rain and of butterflies kissing them again

A New Beginning

A New Beginning short poem

Say goodbye to the way things used to be, nothing ever stays the same and time is ever fleeting as our seasons change… so say goodbye to yesterday and all those lost hours that somehow have slipped away, nothing never

Intertwined Souls

Intertwined Souls short poem

Your Gentle whisper A beautiful caress Lasting forever Till our souls are put to rest Us dancing at the gate of our unfolding journey While wrapped in love’s sweet innocence Embracing the allure of your breathless sanctuary Enduring love; perfect

Tsunami

Tsunami short poem

boiling black lace smooth as a cheese grater boats and dreams your neighbor’s dog clubbed to stillness by a load of bamboo poles a mercy fire on the water smoke of mankind a dark Van Gogh picture underworld unfurling from

Meditation on Love

Meditation on Love long poem

I would be unhappy if I foolishly thought you loved me I know you do not Love is not love if not found in intention and motive but only in words as the latter gets carried out in action and

December

Past days were awesome, Lost months were like blossom. Filled with love, joy, gain sometimes with tears, rains and some pain. Life like a bird knows how to fly, teaches not to give up , give it one more try.

Will They Let Me Open My Eyes?

Will They Let Me Open My Eyes? long poem

It’s nice in here, warm and cozy And dark and oh-so-quiet Except for the strange ‘thump-thump’ And the occasional words of love. I’ve heard mama talking to me Telling me of the world out there She talks about squirrels and

Scatter Statements

Scatter Statements short poem

The partition of soul……. Shattered dreams, End of emotions,,, Crushed heart, Sketches of love…., What can i say……. It’s all about for what…….. Partition of my soul…, Deceivers, laughers… Obstacles, Resistances….. Till the end, And at the end.. What i

The Ballad Of Zola The Zebra

The Ballad Of Zola The Zebra ballad

Zola the Zebra lived far, far away and always had so much fun, with lots of friends they laughed and played and sang beneath the hot sun. At first, her friends were a little confused and thought her a curious

Dream Of You

Dream Of You short poem

Like moonless sky waiting for the next sunrise Am waiting for the day,you could see me I feel you in my soul Since when I started loving you Realized you are my life and destiny Since then I never felt

The Jester

The Jester short poem

Retrieving a book from the calmness of it’s nook Opening to illustrated pages to be read by children of all ages As the pages were turned, one by one An image soon appeared, as bright as the sun There before

Hills

Hills short poem

To be in love. Her heart was a hill that I climbed with slippery soles. To be still in the moments of encouragement. I’d slide down unable to catch my footing. I acknowledge that I wasn’t dressed for the occasion.

Hanging The Piñata

Hanging The Piñata short poem

The kids wanted a piñata, so we got them one; but I must stress that it had no religious significance. It did not have seven points representing the seven deadly sins, and it was not an allegory of man’s temptation

The Concerned Crow Above Me

The Concerned Crow Above Me short poem

The concerned crow above me poised on a green green tree and i may be asked anything ; we have all answers-something to tell, as only expected from those concerned -something to tell. caw caw caw caw with me and

What He Is?

What He Is? short poem

For me he was not the first, But all I want from the beginning, That he be my first, My feelings are pure for him, But may I not remain pure for him, He is what I need and I

The Winner’s Journey

The Winners Journey short poem

The day begins with a melodious theme And ends with memorial splendor The life of a man begins with melodious ululations And ends with memorial lamentations If indeed life is an adventure A restless adventure of entirety and supreme wonders

Down The Mountain

Down The Mountain short poem

I’m coasting down the mountain, I drank my way to the peak, now I’m on the descent, Freezing on the outside while burning up within, I’m attempting to take back my personal consent, This rope made up of hope has

Dedication

Dedication short poem

He stands so tall, and shining bright We marvel at the sight Of one who teaches, sound and true. Who longs for love for me and you From God. Who else could give this gift? This feeling that will surely

Back To Front

Back To Front short poem

In a day when the light Follows evening not night It may be time for a second glance In the night when the moon Is a painted balloon It may be time to leave the dance Will we ever get

She Is, She Isn’t…

She Is, She Isn’t… short poem

She’s my perfect girl. Every day at college she sits with me, Enjoys my company and accepts my love As I do hers… She’s my perfect girl, She knows I play too many games, And that I’m obsessed with cartoons,

Come, My Love

Come, My Love ode

As the night gets taller. … come let’s walk that extra mile. … oh, the sea, they tell, holds many a secret. …. a secret, they tell, die many a death under sea beds. Come, hasten, let’s leave the remains,

The Last Sonnet

The Last Sonnet sonnet poems

If I’m leaving tomorrow For a journey of epic proportions, If uncertainty lies over my existence Would you say what I wanted to hear… And make it easier for me to go, Or would you just stand there, Mourn over

Wish And Greed

Wish And Greed prose poem

Wish I would talk less and work more I would rather hurt myself than hurting him I could feel elated at his success rather than mine I would have spared a meal or two to him rather than wasting mine

Euphoria

Euphoria short poem

An ordinary lass, Rolled on the grass! Suddenly she glanced, Upon the blue vast! She wished hard, To gauge it in a yard! But oh! her wishful thought, Brought her what she never ought! Luck besieged her, Life to her