Short Malt Poems
Short Malt Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Malt by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Malt by length and keyword.
Quail with lentils and yoghurt
smoked salmon nibbles
bresaola with ripe fig
buttermilk pudding
a chocolate malt ice cream
Blooming good-
Try!
Categories:
malt, food
Form:
Epulaeryu
The gents in the pub are no fools,
They'd rather sip malt that wear jewels,
For gems are no match
To an Anheuser's batch
Of Irish style, pale ale, O'Douls!
Categories:
malt, funny
Form:
Limerick
Your love is thin
it has no flesh
its a pretty face
with no consequence,
so I tell myself
go without the water
by summer the malt
will be in order
your love is thin.
Categories:
malt, bird, goodbye, love, lust, metaphor, old, poetry,
Form:
Light Verse
In the seven hundreds, we traded salt
Arab and Berber traders
Were gold and ivory graders
Horses and tigers bartering came to a halt
Cloth, swords, and books traded for chocolate malt.
Categories:
malt, 4th grade, 5th grade, 6th grade, 7th
Form:
Limerick
Snow when it falls on a small Ohio town.
My guns.
Any child before it has learned too much.
Irish malt on the rocks in a crystal glass.
Obviously, my wife
children and grandchildren.
Did I mention whisky and guns?
Categories:
malt, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Mother Mother i feel so down
Its strange not having you around
I blame you its all your fault iv started the Gin
as iv ran out of malt
My clothes are dirty there are holes in my shorts
miss you like crazy always in my thoughts
Categories:
malt, clothes, depression, drink, mother,
Form:
Verse
I find reason to exalt
in my container of salt
The crystals, though white
taste just like malt
Now I don't have a sweet tooth
I had this checked out
I've got an allergic reaction
To severe chocolate drought
Categories:
malt, chocolate, happiness, health,
Form:
Rhyme
the fast food ad from 1942 made me chuckle as a wife
featured a thin woman who probably never ate meat in her life
Surrounded by all of these burgers made the ad seem insane.
I bet this teeny tiny model had never had a malt or weight gain.
Categories:
malt, nostalgia,
Form:
Rhyme
oatmeal and maple syrup
pancakes and blueberries
ice cream with sprinkles
malt-o-meal with bananas
I doctor all of my food
adding chocolate milk and three sugars to my coffee
If there is cool whip, that goes in too
I do not “do” plain.
Categories:
malt, food,
Form:
Free verse
Nature Seeds of salt shall be no malt.
Though it flows, sometimes without fault,
Fun in love, not in assault,
Much may be stored in vault.
Maybe by default,
Either may halt
Or exalt.
Not alt
Salt
after reading
Spreading the Seed
Categories:
malt, culture, mirror, nature, social, symbolism,
Form:
Nonet
Mad meets sad
Things turn bad
Lots of pain
Rain in vain
Words grind halt
Drown new malt
Times hurl gall
As tears fall
Strokes bleed pain
Loss swirls drain
Feel the gist
Loss floods list
Leon Enriquez
01 April 2020
Singapore
Categories:
malt, allegory,
Form:
Couplet
hopscotch gray ash leper.
quicker to the tray with the
embers still burning .
he smells of malt urine and
pall mall ciggeretts.
so steady his genius through
yellow tar stained fingers.
leaping briliantly over checkered tiles
in the park.
Categories:
malt, allegory,
Form:
Ballad
My teeth crunch into golden heaven,
savoring fresh cream and salt.
This is my tenth - wait, no - eleventh
cob of corn. Time for a malt.
Corn cob, Mom, Bob,
Can't have another?
We love each other,
so you must.
Cob of corn, my golden heaven,
After you I love to lust.
Categories:
malt, food, humorous, lust, yellow,
Form:
Ode
If I were queen I would have to decide
Queen of sugar? Queen of salt?
Queen of tigers or a chocolate malt?
Queen of laughter? Queen of light?
Being queen is out of sight
Queen of unicorns? Faeries? Monarch butterfly?
I must confess being queen is difficult
It takes so much thought, I cannot lie
Categories:
malt, 2nd grade, 3rd grade, 4th grade, 5th
Form:
Rhyme
turbulent souls
intoxicated by
colours and lines
philosophical downtrodden
jutting clumsy unfinished
works shocking the system
delivered in spasms
they hide in brothels and
beg in taverns for an ounce
of malt and love
to sober
they are destroyed for
their originality and
worshipped later by
the same vultures and
revered as great artists
Categories:
malt, allegory,
Form:
I do not know?
Know this
Sad tale tells well
No bliss
Can ever tell
Find fault
With edgy choice
No malt
Can succeed poise
Stop now
This sorry sight
Know how
Joy flavours flight
Keep cool
And dare to be
Dear fool
Knows frolic frees
Kind heart
Knows a deep find
Fond start
Spreads peace of mind
Leon Enriquez
07 May 2017
Singapore
Categories:
malt, change,
Form:
Quatrain
Cheerios lacks sugar
Alphabet cereal needs marshmallows
A wise one invents Lucky Charms
I eat all the colorful marshmallows out of it too
Wheaties and Raisin Bran are awful.
Daddy eats them
I have no idea how
Is there a sugar swamp in the bottom of his bowl?
In the winter we have Cream of Wheat
Malt-o-Meal
Coco Puffs
Nothing is special about Special K
Categories:
malt, food,
Form:
Light Verse
I'd like to spend some time with you,
my dark and smooth draftee.
At dusk, when all my work is through,
I know you'll wait for me.
You're full of body, fair on top,
a bubble-head they say.
Your scent of roasted malt and hop
a working-man's bouquet.
Although there's fire in your veins,
Your touch is always cool.
I hope this doggerel explains
why, Stout, I am your fool.
Categories:
malt, drink, humor,
Form:
Verse
Leather Jacket
Gym shoes, sipping a malt
Leather jacket, tight jeans.
She fell so helpless with him under the sheets.
His skin..total velvet-sweet.
Ah, those magenta hues~
From the hotel light flashing.
Cable cars bells ringing.
A night to remember, her
soul singing,
Total sexual splendor.
She'll forever remember~
Her....San Francisco.
Pamagiota Romios
2/28/2019
Categories:
malt, boyfriend, feelings, lust, sensual,
Form:
Rhyme
Devil take it, drunk again.
Evil was that vile Cocktail
magnificent though it seemed at the time.
Olive was very bitter and hard
Never again my head hums at me.
Dram of malt whisky finished things off.
Rum and rice wine sure don't mix
Indigestion the least of my worries.
Nerves are all a jitter, hands shaking
Keep still I in vain bid them.
Storm clouds fill my stomach I flee to the loo.
Categories:
malt, drink, humor,
Form:
Acrostic
One more, well maybe three
Baileys, Bushmills and Irish Mist
Equal amounts and neat please
This year is in desperate need of a good ending
What? y'routta Bushmills!
Jamesons fine or as a last resort
A single malt scotch
anything else and we're gonna be needin' ice
It's time to shovel again?
Well put mine halfway down the driveway
And pour me another
Unless this is a blizzard
We got 'er covered
Categories:
malt, epic
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Malt-o-Meal sitting on my desk
Left over from last year
Found in a box I never unpacked
in August and this is April 25th
Cleaning is not my thing;
Even when I do it no one appreciates it
And no one knows
For there are no obvious clues.
So here I sit,
Enjoying my hovel
Finding whatever I need
Knowing it will be here again tomorrow
Discouraging others
From disturbing me
or my mess that
Completes me.
Categories:
malt, 10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, 9th
Form:
Lyric
the sky an ocean of Forget Me Nots,
leaden on hues French-vanilla ice-cream,
puffy cotton candy clouds move down stream
grassy field of red spice cinnamon hots
dream of pleasure indulges in single malt
of her big eyes. watch a half smile linger
a wink of sun glare, tighten her fingers,
cries, red balloons into the amber they bolt
4/17/2020
just musing
Categories:
malt, girl, imagery, sad, sky,
Form:
Rhyme
In your cave
Resides electricity
If I like it
Where is my fault
In your cave
Smiles blue ocean
Where is my fault
If I take some salt
In your cave
Dwells deep night
Where is my fault
If I seek single malt
From your cave
We go for the glow
For the dance of stars
We go back to night
Cave is our beginning
Cave is our survival
Cave is our garden
Cave our destination
_______________________________
August 3, 2016
Categories:
malt, allegory, beauty, dance, dark, desire, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
The keenest Christian Sermon on Salt
To a Somalian Moslem in Renault
That can out-speed a stone from catapult
But now at a complete halt;
Not from any mechanical fault:
Perhaps, Moslems can from Salt
Messages sift about Man’s fault
And his waiting judgmental vault”
A still dragging Sermon on Symbolic Salt
And a Moslem stops sipping his cold Malt
Though in ‘Allah’ precisely dues exalt
And fellow Mohammedans watching the result!
Categories:
malt, christian, engagement, future, words,
Form:
Rhyme