Poems with rhymes of spurt

Cracks to let through a spurt
Of sudden green, and from the muddy dirt

The third time Hans fell headlong, and forth the blood did spurt.
"Why spit you now so much, man?" -- "Oh my, that fall did hurt!"--

''Twas at cannon-practice I got my hurt
And my present frame of mind;
For the gun went off with a double spurt-

-Cadets that in arm or in leg had a hurt;
-Peasants late in learning but now in for a spurt:-

In the pale lemon sunshine like a spurt
Of silver, bowed and damascened, and girt

And shun, O, shun that fearsome fellow eager for a spurt,
And the man who, metaphorically, labors in his shirt.

But thou assail'st them, fearless, though they spurt
Their reeking poison in thy smarting face;
And careless of thy bruises and thy hurt,

And, as they watched the 'claret' spurt,
The crowd feared someone might be hurt.

Hid our feelings so we didn’t hurt
Little by little our hearts did spurt

Goal keeper is on high alert
The oppositions is in spurt

The third time Hans fell headlong, and forth the blood did spurt.
"Why spit you now so much, man?" - "Oh my, that fall did hurt!" -

It doesn't matter who says it or who it's geared to hurt.
It's our hearts that are stabbed, our blood begins to spurt.