Short Belting Poems

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Premium Member Tweets-

tweet- tweet -tweet- tweet tweets
tweeting the whistling bird sings
lovely melodies
~
lively young birds tweets
chirping belting out solace
lovely melodies


8/19/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Form: Haiku


King !

King
B B
Belting it
strong and cries
Body and spirit
Beaming into his voice.
Guitar his soul appendix
Together in spirited lick
"Lawd I'm cryin' this out to your sky!
I've got and give and feel the blues inside!"
Form: Etheree

Premium Member Nobody Knows the Rubble I Have Seen

No one knows the rubble I’ve seen.
Nobody knows but DEEEshus.
I stop washing dishes and turn around.
My four-year-old is belting this out with gusto.

These dishes?
She nods.
Where did you learn it?
In church.

Okay.

Premium Member Laughter Minichu


a wry sense of humor
belting laughter erupts my fancy you tickle
ace lampooner

mirth flows free
rare as a buffalo nickel
pure glee

hurray
comic boomer
ha's!

a wry sense of humor
rare as a buffalo nickel
ha's!
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Almost Broke Jack's Crown

What kooky weather, hails belting down A spectacular display, it pummelling our town It's supposed to be spring Must be winter's last fling Sure not appreciated, almost broke Jack's crown © Jack Ellison 2015
Form: Limerick


Tired Piano

Contest: Connect the dots
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Date: 31.01.2026
Lethargic languorous leanings ~ Lilting life, like legato, Abrupt arpeggios alarm an agitant afternoon, Bleary brain breathing ballad beats, Belting burnt out broken blues.
Form: Other

Just Throw It Away

I am disposable-
No smile can illuminate me
No song can make me dance
There is no rhythm in my family
I cannot make harmony
With a voice that’s belting a different tune
I was not made for this
I may look like watercolor paint
But I cannot blend
I am oil paint
I stain
I am not right
I can only be me
I am disposable

Reconnecting

Spoken words are as cryptic
as Chinese restaurant menus.
Combo fifteen please
hold the rice and cashews.

Music is music, so I thought
belting those hymns with enormous
volume, lest God be disappointed
and walk out on the performance. 

Silence, a useless treasure
when trying to reconnect.
with friends, it’s always easy
as nothing, is written in cement.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member The B's Have It

Beekeepers become bafflingly bitter 
Bearing bee bites between binges.

Beekeepers become bigots by being biggest
Bee braggers beyond Bolivia.

Beyond beauty of busy, buzzing
Beauteous bumbling bees, beekeepers be
Befuddled by basic beekeeping bonuses.

Besides bigotry, and biases, beekeepers be
baffled and bamboozled by brother bees being
brilliantly brittle by banjo belting.

Premium Member Art of Drag

I’ve made my choice for my next life
I’m coming back fierce as a drag queen
I’ll be osé and voluptuous

flamboyantly vivacious
in stilettos and seductive gowns
wigs of lush luscious curls

belting out steamy tunes
on stage in cabarets
strutting my stuff
impersonating divas

living life large
as it is meant to be
with a passion that’s ferocious



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Sky Digging

intelligence diverge upon starlight

shrouded in extrubiant relight

             candles melter in resplendent swelter


    i belt out a belting belter


wax drip drop drips on burned lips
swinging out swingsets from smashed and cracked hips

meow woof howl

digging in the sky with a trowel

drppng vry sngl vwl

oi ee ie oe

the end..................................again
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Hurtin' Songs

Someday, someone will bring back de Blues Crying songs of yesterday When we were young When no better than de hurting songs were sung Heartbreak caused us all to bruise Someday, another Billie Holliday will rise up A Bessie, Howlin’ Wolf, and Bobby Bland Ella belting from de heart Their deep-down message from de start Blip, blub-a-do, wop, bip-bop a ‘bup.
written September 9, 2021
Form: Rhyme

The Silent Nun

A dull soothing drizzle tickles her skin.
Her scheduled smile failed to arrive.
Dotting the green sea, rhythm and sighs.
Bead after bead she prays:
" Oh Mother, Oh Father.
What shall I do?
My heart fails, the tears fall, 
but I do so love you"
Belting chimes, trammels unmoved.
Cursing whipping winds paint the horizon.
Lips caressing each word.
Wading through memories, mist and confusion.
Paletted dress, she sits and says, amen.

Cloudy Day

the wind chills the pane
as you tear at her heart
and she sits inside,
playing her love songs on guitar-
belting emotions
praying for you to come back
but the pane stays cold
reality finished that chapter
now she sits and waits-
waiting,
for her next kiss,
one she can fall for
one who completes her
when the pane can defrost
and the wind warms your heart
the kind where rain is better than sun
and you'd rather have a cloudy day
than the sun
because it is that magical
Form:

Premium Member A Night At the Opera

The buxom diva shattered chandeliers when she sang soprano.

Opera houses vibrated and thundered when she sang contralto!

When belting out an aria her voice quivered like Robin Hood's bow,

As she struggled through Mozart's ll re pastore blow by tedious blow!

His lady friend sat rapt but not her culturally impaired and hapless beau!

He'd much rather they'd spent the evening at the Grand Ol' Opry show!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Form: Couplet

Glad To Be Here



Glad to be here next to morning 
where the sun shines like a sign 
Augur moments made for singing 
old refrains of songs of time 
Belting out she aims to rhyme 

It's an honor to be part of 
earth's remembrances and joy 
Harbingers of love thereof 
she His messenger His envoy 
Singing out like Helen of Troy 

Beneath a sky of ancient blue 
one daughter filled with awe 
Revering flowers filled with dew 
and blessed crows that caw 
Voicing out with gusto, chaw

Oasis

Your gift is to move me, to roll me with rhythm
like wind through the windows and road under thunder
Your voice in vibration in speaker sensation
Summer has found it's theme song
Heat humming humid, sweet perspiration
Found my own voice in complete liberation
Belting my lungs to the open air patient
Hitting the notes hard and wrong
You are my oasis in summer vivacious
Crunching the rhythm with promise envision
Found you cathartic, connect me electric
Summer has found it’s theme song.
Form:

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