Short Disgorge Poems

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


Georgia Counts

The Devil went up to Georgia
In search of Lucrezia Borgia
His thoughts were obscene
But she was plain mean,
"Georgia just wants to disgorge yuh!"
Form: Limerick


Wildlife 27

Wildlife 27

A newly hatched female osprey
Had a feeling she just might be gay,
Then her mother said "George!"
As she tried to disgorge,
A salmon she'd caught yesterday.
© Tim Riding  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Appetite

Glance 
 Gaze 
 Crave 
 Fixate 
 Taste 
 Appreciate 
 Cherish 
 Obsess 
 Possess 
 Ingest 
 Indulge 
 Engulf 
 Full 
 Bulge 
 Break 
 Ache 
 Distaste 
 Disgust 
 Disgorge 
 Disinterest 
 Ignore 
 Bored 
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Premium Member Lamp Is Bell

Lamp is Bell, that beams out light, instead of ring sound gongs. Inverted cup resonators disgorge light and sound when struck and switched on. Lamp and bell call to attention: Hear me! See!

Premium Member Decant Your Heart To Breathe

Listen to poem:
Pour your heart out, let it flow.
Like a river's torrent, let it go.
On your bare arms let it glow.
Let its rhythmic pulse show,
that you really, truly, deeply can bestow
pure, stark, emboldened emotions all aglow.
With heart exposed, a sleeve gateau.
Form: Monorhyme


Premium Member Go Hence To Whence

Listen to poem:
I shall go hence
back whence I sprung
to shed, disgorge, eviscerate
all that I have ever known
all that I have ever learned
all that I am
all that is me, I be.
A full hard refresh
to be what I could be
untainted, smirched
unbiased, neutered.
Hence to whence
and thence I be,
freely 
impotent.

Wild Birds

Despair, ‘tis my despair
that takes me to my garden sanctuary
where I disgorge my demons
that I fight emotionally.
Where colours more than black and white
produce a rainbow for my heart,
and melodies that fill the air
can mend what's torn apart…
I see them and they see me;
Do they know how they control? 
Wild birds
sing the venom from my soul.
Form: Rhyme

The Road

The fighting stopped.
I opened my eyes
And looked down the tunnel
That ends in white light
Dazedly walking forward
I pay no attention
To the sound of my feet
On the sticky floor
Ignoring the warmth.
My senses evade
The revolting smell.

Then I trip and fall down
With a glutinous splash
As I realize
That the road to heaven
Is covered in blood
I disgorge my entire self
And I’m diluted
Into madness.

Goth

Somber grey,true dismay
Abstruse plight,day is night
Assailants might,no armistice
           Goth
Abatoirs full of disgorge
A world depraved,a blackish haze
Ignominous calamity
            Goth
Fathomless,the abyss
Callosity,the damned to be
Feinous atrocities
             Goth
Evil adulation,whole affectation
Amoral fixation,mind controlled nations
Robotic existence,lost in decadence
             Goth
© Pat Mccoy  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric

Peace

Disgorge the land, unload the ship, and take
the old and new to keep. For down they went
the rich and poor, all good all bad, all dead.
We pound our drum we beat our chest, the lost
are done so eat the corn. My heart, your heart
is not to care, the Gods are one and that 
is good, so go and yell the news, we won
the war is done and peace begun. It might 
be peace to us; to them no peace is won
no cake is cut no war is done, oh well!
© Dan Helppi  Create an image from this poem.

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