Short Beltway Poems
Short Beltway Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Beltway by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Beltway by length and keyword.
Dragon has a date
And wants to borrow the car;
Decked out in his tux,
A size three hundred deluxe.
Top down, he crashed on beltway!
I see them fighting like cats and dogs
but taking money like fatted hogs,
so while they spend and spend
we get screwed in the end...
Hail to the Washington demagogues!
A deer was slain on the Beltway
My car drove along her body
I heard horns behind me
Slowing down to look at her poor carcass
That evening, brushing my teeth
Before going to bed, I saw
In the mirror her big eye
Where the sky was like frozen slime
Edgar my dear
Why do you have that spear
Is that your plan?
When in a jam?
Scare the bloody Kansas City yellow and red
When they fight the fowl volture appearing dead
Spirit Haunting
Spirit Daunting
Blazing under the Baltimore sun
Until Poe's poetic message is done
No swift moves will be here
Only Chiefs carcasses holding their Daly beer
shattered do you see?
by these wanton words, "worship is weakness"
believers bypass the beltway to bless
futile fallacy
fortified by its uniqueness
truth can transform the trails we transgress
the best shot
at recalling recanted guilt and grief
pivotal point for secrecy's shroud
speedy offramp
from that freeway called protest
to corridors which confirm the Christ
Donald the First
(to the tune of Henry the eighth – if you like)
By Franklin Price
10/18/2018
I'm Donald the first I am
Donald the first I am I am
I was elected to the highest seat
Showed all the liberals they could be beat
And I'm the best one there ever was
The best one that you will ever see
Smarter than all in the beltway
Best president there ever will be
(No second verse- I think I've said it all...lol)
Plastic clouds sherbet skies
meeting place of the stones.
You were too hard today
the way you sat there.
so I took a walk across the mind
of silly thoughts and memories.
A slither pinned in medulla,
a pinstriped boy pulled her.
The ocean drowned the Earth
as we watched the little ones
running for the backstage
forgetting all their lines.
I guess the beltway fades
as the cockroaches die.
We are the mind, only one;
a mind to mend the sky
:: ~ ::
As I sit here upon this full moon,
it is October not hot June.
The comets whiz by playing a happy tune,
they make me want to swoon.
The space between stars is not empty hooray,
it is filled with colors of blue and gray.
I love to watch by night and by day,
being filled with both the moon and sun spray.
I see this pretty space beltway,
the shinning diamond stars have much to say.
Each star has a roll to play,
out here in this pretty space buffet.