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Short Gullets Poems

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


Green Turtle Hatchlings
They struggle to the waves
on floppy leather wings.

So very many are picked,
then tossed up and back
on a sheer-beaked razor edge
into a gull’s throat.

Did one escape in the frenzy?
Hard to tell
if one soft shell made it
to the ocean or not.

The caught keep swimming,
plunging on down the gullets....

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Categories: gullets, poetry,
Form: Free verse



Seagulls
The gulls are low, not skimming, but surfing spray just above the rise and fall of crests. Beaks scythe and catch tracking troughs. They seek the in-between fish thrown between tumbling parapets of ocean. Trawling gullets scoop, gulp the spew. Swigging necks do not glance back but plow circles of light upon the water, then they dive upwards into the wings of the wind.
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Categories: gullets, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Copla Cuarenta Y Seis This Bad Guy World
COPLA CUARENTA Y SEIS: This Bad Guy World

Religious hate-mongers pullulate
Gullets stuffed full make laymen loathe:
Sacred totem

Even football wins dedicate
« To Country, Race and team-mates’ Faith! »:
Sport’s anathème

When prayers rise from stadium grounds
For wins against rival teams’ gods:
Holy Crusade

Who plays whom on consecrated grounds
Little gods dribble balls with swords:
Pray in stockade

© T. Wignesan -
Paris, 2014...

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Categories: gullets, conflict,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Night Storm
A gale on the edge of sleep,
a night horse,
black fire blown through
wind-hollowed lungs.

A tempest in the ringing shell of self
where sleep slopes down.

The mind has miles --- a long foreshadowing.

The red gullets of storm gulls open
they sing of deep sea dreams
never remembered.

Amid this teacup tumult,
a child looks out,
a storm-child driven to a high ledge,
where his sleepy legs
dangle
over a pitched and plunging bed....

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Categories: gullets, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member A Cereal Killer
Maybe a serial killer, the crows cawed to each other.
This was agreed upon by the vole and the vole’s mother.
I think he’s just a great horned owl, a good guy, I said.
However, I did not know all the murderous books that he read.

He studied forensics, and he took apart his own pellets.
The books he read pushed diabolical ideas down in his gullets.
He was a cereal killer that simply could not stop.
He devoured all of our Rice Krispies – Snap, Crackle, Pop!...

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Categories: gullets, 3rd grade, 4th grade, 5th grade, 6th
Form: Rhyme




Book: Shattered Sighs