Best Anorexic Poems

What is this ticking inside of me,
a heart that beats lesser than time?

I feel as though I have departed
into the halls of my own death,
life is but an echo
of footsteps fading
behind my back.

Am I too fat on life,
this trimming of me
is it to rid all...

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Skin and bones, some say she's too thin
Kind of looks like a frail stick
Each day she runs, fast paced
Lost look in her eyes
Eats less and less
Torn and sad
One word
Numb






Written on 10/7/2015
Infinitian Form...

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"How she meshed my head
in the half-truths 
of her fevers

till I renounced 
milk and honey 
and the taste of lunch.”
- ‘Anorexic’, Eavan Boland

The pervasive pain of hunger 
fastens my mind to flesh and blood.
Mindful, aware of each moment, 
success in the heart’s slowing thud. 
How...

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People say it’s only skin, but I see lard.
I see it falling down, straight from my arms.
It speaks to me, saying, come on eat.
You know you want to. Come on, feed me.
But I won’t. I think: discipline is key.
You can do it, food’s the enemy....

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Grass Calls for
 More and more
And I water and water.
The Obese: Expires

Hitherto, that grass
Spikingly Winds up by the"Plop, Plop"
Snubbing over the drops.
And Passes.

The Olive Grass
Gawking incessantly out at the flecked Rays
I witness them dance
They post me the murmuring messages

Of the Wind....

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All I can do is sit and stare. 
All I can hear is the clanking of silverware and people chewing... 
people enjoying. 
My teeth grind back and forth...my jaw begins to hurt although I've been given 
nothing. 
My tongue wrestles with the tasteless air, 
and...

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A name i detest to be called.
My chest compresses as i travel back in time,
An asphyxiating guilt, back then so conscious,
Each day I was chained to hatred.

Memories draw in, of me bawling over my weight,
Arms crossed across , wishing for a sweet escape
Goals and dreams...

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Self Reflection
by Michael R. Burch

(for anyone struggling with self-image)

She has a comely form
and a smile that brightens her dorm . . .
but she’s grossly unthin
when seen from within;
soon a grieving campus will mourn.

Yet she’d never once criticize
a friend for the size of her thighs.
Do unto...

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Big Beulah and Anorexic Ann 

By Elton Camp

All her life, Beulah has been fat
But can’t do a thing about that 

Her pal Ann won’t have it that way
“It’s in your control,” she does say

“I weigh less than when I was sixteen.
You’re the fattest woman I’ve...

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Anorexic Girl

Sometimes she whispers in my ear,
a tapestry of pain and fear
whose warp and weft weave haunted days
and nightmare dreams through woeful sobs
and blooded screams, till phantoms from
a private hell enshroud me in
a chilling spell.
          ...

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A former slender man (lapsed Unitarian anorexic)...
deplores adipose tissue gain

No Holiday music can soothe savage beast
washboard abdomen weight watcher's dream fleeced
skinny bag of lovely bones permanently leased
body snatcher somewhere amidst policed

madding crowd of carolers singing,
where mine sinking spirits ceased
rising today December 18th, 2020
analogous how unleavened...

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Is the Mirror Unkind?, for an Anorexic
by Michael R. Burch

for anyone struggling with self-image and self-worth

She has a comely form
and a smile that brightens her dorm...
but she’s grossly unthin
when seen from within;
soon an entire campus will mourn.

Yet she’d never once criticize
a friend for the size...

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stop looking in mirrors
nurture your best sides
do things that you love

painting, dancing, roller skating
spend time outdoors
look toward the future

a dangerous internal voice
may be criticizing you
hold up an imaginary stop sign
yell “STOP!”

concentrate on your positives
make a list of them
You should be able to find at least...

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