Short Belches Poems

Short Belches Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Belches by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Belches by length and keyword.

In youth, we discover the grape is good.
Things get great when we uncover Welch’s,
Champagne - which you can’t believe it could -
Is better still, and then you belches.

© David Crandall  

Twinkling,
when even the day
is shrinking,
and the sun declines
in the fold of the mountains,
belches out quietly
the fall flame from
the cornfield,
where the raven
is only
the fingers of a plough.

© Bozhidar Pangelov  

Birds fled from the sky
Cinder of clouds dry for rain --
The lightning forks night

The landscape is bare
The water recedes to deep -
Tsunami rises

The earth belches smoke
Thundering hooves char the leaves -
Volcano erupts.

© L'Nass Shango  

In their sturdy ships the mariners
Were guided by the ancient stars.

Ensuring that man and beast may feed,
Earth nurtures each and every seed.

A sea so placid safe and warm
Belches up wild demons in a storm.


got first place

© Joyce Johnson  

The Soul Eater

Has a very deep voice; he 
gurgles and gargles, and 
he call out names and eats
them up. He belches and fumes

And has a great 
sense of direction; he knows 
which way is up. Yet all
he really wants
is to be 
admired.

© Merle Manu  

Intrigue
               Curvaceous, Mysterious
              Teasing, Shooting, Falling 
        Flutterbys, kisses, peptic, belches
          Oppressing, haunting, revealing
                 Omnipotent, Divisive
                        Doldrums

© Mark Harris  

Crawling creeping beetles nibble
scatter dither wind and wither
whether chew my mind and sweetly eat
or wittle holes in words I blather blithered incomplete
three thirds are hurled and rained and voided 
annoyed I stew swear screamed "Destroy it!"
flung high a roar voraciously clear
heard words tremble dismember retreat with fear

Empty echos reach for letters
devours silence 
belches beaks and feathes

© Kelly Richardson  

Sit stubborn on your perch of heat
be still until I’m gone
my vigil won’t induce one note
toward your explosive song.

My absence sets your trigger
faint gurgling a shake
until great belches power on
a steamy shrill above the watery quake.

I’ll not come a running
because you give the nod
now YOU’LL go unheeded
I hear just my i-pod.

©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
May 5, 2012

this was written for a poetry challenge which was to write a poem about an unnamed subject and have the reader guess.

© Kathryn Collins