Beltline Poems | Examples

Cinquain Train

Of school 
I had no need. 
I was too smart for such 
useless and unfulfilling crap 
I thought

Too soon 
two many words 
to far from the center 
of a cinquain going down hill 
2 fast.

You kiss 
with iron hot lips. 
You touch; ice cold fingers. 
You love; the heart of a river 
flooding.

Night , day 
light, dark, hot, cold 
don’t matter to a blind 
pig, he just stands by the feed trough 
waiting.

I wait 
with a flat tire 
on the side of the road 
and sing a little song, to kill 
the time.

Pinch you? 
I did not –pinch! 
I only felt of your 
fat, hanging, drooping below your 
beltline.

Traffic 
will never be 
the death of me, even 
traffic will die with these high gas 
prices.