Short Yeasty Poems

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


Premium Member A Bun Gives and Finds Happiness

I placed her gently in the oven,
my yeasty buttered bun.
Has, happiness, she found,
as she's toasted, golden brown,
as I, myself, have done,
baking in the morning sun?
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member In Abandonment

Airy, Buoyant Clouds, Defiantly Float  Gaily, Heedlessly, In Joyful Kaleidoscopic Light.
More Nautical Oval Players Queue Rashly, Stirring Thunderous, Unexpected Violence With Xrated, Yeasty Zealousness.
Form: ABC

Premium Member Buzzword Beer

Zesty,
Yeasty,
Xanthous*,
Wheaty,
Velvety,
Unrivaled Taste,
Strangely Refined,
Quintessentially Pale,
Original,
Not Mass-produced, Large Kettles,
Just Intensely Hearty Goodness,
Fiercely Effervescent,
Deliciously Cold,
Bottled
Ale

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*yellow
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Dog People

Everybody assumes

you like dogs

especially their dog

sprung from its tether

breaking for you

this morning

all a-scud over the gravel

propelled by yeasty, toothy

gushing grins

	homing in on you	  over there
	
	fossilized, frozen by 

	by the dumpster’s     Gape,

	one less

	cat person

the world won’t miss.
© Craig Sipe  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Like Magic

Listen to poem:
for a moment
the world
stops spinning

yeasty and divine
the aroma of
baking bread
magically
transports me
way back home
to simpler times
of youth

i close my eyes
and delight
in its perfume
that feels like
mother’s nurture
and
grandma’s love                 



AP: Honorable Mention 2022

Submitted on March 15, 2021 for contest FAVORITE SCENT sponsored by CHANTELLE ANNE COOKE  -  RANKED 1ST


Wash Yo Hands and Knead the Dough

SMELL THE KNEADED BREAD
THE SWEET, SWEET BREAD
MIGHT THOSE WHO HUNGER
HUNGER NO MORE
THE YEASTY DOUGH'S
THAT FERMENTS
THE SWEET MOLASSES
THAT SHALL SWIRL WITHIN
KNEAD MY DOUGH'S
AND LET THEM RISE
KNEAD MY DOUGH'S
AND LET THEM RISE
BAKE THEM THAT ALL SHALL
HUNGER NO MORE

THEIR IS A FOUNTAIN FILLED
WITH LOVE
LOOSE ALL THY FITH AND STAINS
THE WATERS OF OF
THE FOUNTAIN MOIST
THEY SOFTEN THE THESE DRIED GROUNDED GRAINS
Form: Ballad

The Laugh of the Child

The laugh of the child
Frothy
Sugary
Rampant
Keen
Cuts through the haze
Buds forth the green
Scampered
Syrupy
Velvety
Honestly light
The laugh of the child

The cry of the babe
Frightened and lost
Snickery
Trickery
Spidery fright
Mother sooths
Early midnight
Mumbly
Kushushy
Sleepily lost

The mumble of the old man
Frothy
Brothy
Powdery
Toothlessly smacked
In arguing drivel snivel
Cracked
Yeasty
Doury
Dry
Earthbound
Dust

Yeasty

Yeasty with a cornmealed bottom
The sun-dried tomato's and sundried
Red bell peppers called me 
The parmesaned and garlic crust
topped with olives, anchovies, and
Onions
the queint essential of elegance 
refined by the knead of belonging
Bacon wrapped artichokes 
With a hint of lemon
Mozzarella browned to create a
delicate longing of satisfaction. 
Basil, oregano, and olive oil
 Enough to tease. Just enough 
 to taunt. Pleasing and exciting
 the palettes and taste buds!
Form: Ballade

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