Best Binging Poems
I awaken to Alexa playing some AI version of an old Beatles song. Seems to me the new version is even better than the original. Instinctively, I grab my IPhone to check my messages, scan the latest news and comment on a few of my fave poets' latest posts. My smart coffee maker alerts me that my morning fuel is ready. Ahhh, the day always feels more alive after the first sip. Next, I turn on the telly and catch the weather forecast for today. Ugh! Seventy-five and sunny. Springtime came way to fast. Those annoying robins out back keep making a racket, reminding me it's time to mow the grass, tend my garden, wash the windows. No thanks. Too much like work. Think I'll go the the mall instead, do some window shopping, stop at the 7 Eleven on the way back and grab myself some Busch beer. That's the good stuff, yessir. As usual they'll ask me if I want paper or plastic. Like I'd ever choose paper, duh! Me and Mr. Busch will then spend the rest of the day binging on old Baywatch reruns. Gotta keep the brain stimulated. After a delicious Swanson frozen dinner I'll spend the rest of the evening on social media. Heck, I might even write a poem before retiring. Lastly, I'll ask Alexa to crank up my Calm app so I can fall asleep. I got way too much on my mind of late. Fosho.
life in slow motion
too much plastic to the head
wake me on Tuesday
Categories:
binging, addiction, humor,
Form:
Haibun
I often binge on things, but not bad things.
I like good movies or good TV shows.
I choose to binge on things that me glad.
Ten hours straight through is not too long for me!
I’ll binge on drama series and won’t stop
until I’m nodding off. I only need
a weekend of free time. I like to sit!
I also binge on reading lovely books.
I used to binge on shopping for good deals.
I’d go to thrift shops finding things like tops
or purses, dresses, pants, or nice high heels.
Great bargains make me do a happy dance!
I rarely hunt for used things any more.
Some things I wear today are vintage clothes.
My spouse would love to throw them out the door!
But things I love – I just can’t part with those.
I binge on writing poetry sometimes
although I do not write that way too much.
But once I wrote ten poems all in rhyme
and did all of those poems in one day.
I used to binge on exercise when I
was teaching classes at the local gym.
But problems make that difficult these days.
I sure do miss the days I had more zeal!
Because I cannot exercise as much
as I once did, on food I have not binged
the way I used to, and I must not eat
potato chips, for I can't eat just one!
One final thing which I love binging on
would be the precious friendships I have formed.
With sisters and dear friends, there’s plenty of
my time to binge on them! Love never ends.
March 13, 2023
for Sotto Poet's B--Forms And Words Poetry Contest
For Blank Verse which uses iambic pentameter of unrhymed lines
Categories:
binging, fun,
Form:
Blank verse
I'm spending vacation in my little room
didn't plan it that way
but my loves decided to not work with me
must be the post Xmas blues..
so, I'm living off stocking stuffers.
Designer coffee
Pistachios and
a Jupiter sized bag of m&ms.
This situation is necessary for not. But unsustainable.
I'm also binging on documentaries...
about self-absorbed souls trying to gain foothold.
Find their nest in the muck and mayhem of living.
catching curveballs with unmasked faces
stitching themselves up with the devil's thread.
Branding the world with their flavor of selfishness
climbing skyscrapers only to become one with sediment...
I'm not nearly as screwed in the head as them.
Categories:
binging, 1st grade, addiction,
Form:
Free verse
Inundating, binging,
the muddy, bulimic river
gorged the flood plain, consuming
everything that wasn’t nailed down:
tree limbs, leaves, bleating sheep, chicken coups,
plastic grocery bags, inner tubes,
cesspit contents, only to vomit
it back up to its torrential torrent surface.
Helpless victims stand the high ground
with a wing and prayer their homes
be spared the wrath of God
knowing only too well that the laws
of nature…
have no favorites.
Categories:
binging, allegory,
Form:
Free verse
i’m scared.
scared of odd little things:
glass doors,
windows,
leading to the outside world.
paranoia of unexpected guests,
curled under cupboards, and strangers stabbing on sidewalks.
i’m alone in my dark fantasies.
and yet, i’m unafraid.
i crave the reckless life, cheating, binging on drugs and sex and life.
the life where i’m the unknown girl that everyone knows.
Categories:
binging, abuse, addiction, conflict, confusion,
Form:
Free verse
Haters ain't built like me, I'm a G
That's a letter of the alphabet you can't be
Vissionaires do it, pessimists blew it
Quit wasting time, let's get back to it
You should go vegan, don't want no beef
You're swimming with sharks, by a coral reef
Big dog, running the hood, like an engine
Full plate, I'm eating too much, binging
In charge, call me the producer, I run the set
Pull triggers, don't work-out, hate to sweat
You better not push me, I'm on the edge
I fall, raise the heat, that's my pledge
Militant, call me out, I'll be there
In this deadly game, I'm the nightmare
I give you my word, search, I'ma' find you
When I raise that fire, hope I don't blind you
I'm dead fresh, like I had life but lost it
Get money like the bank, blow it and floss it
Stay in my own lane, I'm a safe driver
Always in wet coochie', call me a scuba-diver
Party, 'n' throw it up, like gang signs
I'm a G, you're a square, like four-straight-lines
I'm built tough, you're chicken crap, tender
Just sunk your battle-ship, time to surrender
Categories:
binging, life, poems, poetry, poets,
Form:
Rhyme
you are controlling what i do
you are controlling whom i see
to justify your actions
you try to use jealousy
your'e making me feel guilty
pretend i am to blame
you look at me with gestures
and you know that i'm afraid
i am facing a huge decline
in the way that i live
the children and i suffer
as i have lack of things to give
i have no access to money
as you hide it all away
then you'll go out binging
and then disappear for days
you grew up in a violent home
abused as a young child
to you this is normal
but none of it's worthwhile
you may well of thought
that acting tough was right
we don't want to get hurt
and we're not looking for a fight
why must you have your orders obeyed
you have many highs and lows
one moment your'e so loving
then in a blink your anger shows
your ideas they are traditional
about what a real man should be
this surely isn't right
we're a family you see
we are imprisoned without trial
a hopeless dream of escape
i go on with false smiles
my happiness i fake
there are secrets that i keep
a silence i maintain
this is all i seem to know
it's how i ease my pain
Categories:
binging, lost love, sad, me,
Form:
Rise Prophets Rise
Check This, I know a Medicine Man who spent 10 years doing manual labor,
He is a Genius trapped in an insane world.
I know a woman, Nolana, with the Heart of a Lion and the Soul of a Saint, who doesn’t
think that she can lead because of the voices from dead people, with dead hearts,
and dead souls.
And yet, I am called higher to love the dead unconditionally and yet I am called higher to
love the dead unconditionally, as I attempt to sort out my own insanity.
I know women, so many women, bruised and battered and hiding in shame.
And though I hide too, I want to shake them and say.
You are the future, the past, and the present hope my sisters,
You are medicine women, prophets, teachers, and preachers,
Caught in a world in some respects dead to kindness.
Your soft hears are wounded and so you turn to food or against food or drugs or sex to
comfort places that only God can reach.
You are Sirens and Phoenix’,
You are eagles and hawks, caught in the visage of crack addiction, or binging and
purging, or seeking abuse with abandon.
Just as I fake tough when my soul cries deep for a reprieve from my madness.
You, afraid of sadness, with imploding anger,
You are the prophets of a new tomorrow.
For you have been to that dark place that most men run from,
And through struggle, toil, faith, and surrender,
You will continue to face the shame, and know freedom..
Categories:
binging, faithfood, drug,
Form:
Blank verse
I have decided to be nice to the person I see in the mirror looking back at me.
She has been through hell and back, so many unkind words were screamed at her.
She herself would call that person looking a loser, a *****, worthless, a fat pig, ugly
and always wished she would be dead.
The words were those she learned and heard though out her childhood and teens.
Words from parents that pierced her heart and soul like them plunging a dagger deep.
She stands today starring back at the image in the mirror and decides to break the cycle.
The ugliness, the words that damaged her, the physical cutting daily, the vomiting and
binging that destroyed her inside out and out.
She has decided to reclaim that they had stolen, damaged, killed in her so, so long ago.
Words of gentleness she speaks today, she tries to be brave after her long, long worldwide
battle of a war that she was thrown into.
Her pain is easing, her self-esteem slowly returning, her heart and soul slowly, slowly healing.
It's a journey she welcomes and embraces daily, she no longer fears the tomorrow and yesterdays
She now speaks bravely, of hope, of courage, of pride and with much compassion and
gentleness.
Smiling she says to the women looking back 'we are gonna be alright' and 'Today I love You'.
Today together hand in hand they continue their long, long journey.
Categories:
binging, hope, life, uplifting, words,
Form:
Free verse
Binging and overindulging with chocolate after a hectic day at work
Eating more than ten fun size chocolate candies without any pause
Risking the glucose levels of blood to rise to a higher unhealthy level
Affecting the progress made with nutrition modification and exercise
Fruits are now an essential element in the daily food requirements
Keeping at bay the sugar cravings that add pounds to the waist
Eating more healthy, the overall health improves dramatically
Achieving a transformed new body and a clean bill of health
For Its Time To Fess Up Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Lin Lane
Seventh Place
2-22-16
Categories:
binging, food, sweet,
Form:
Free verse
(01/22/2015)
Sitting down all alone,
In in the corner of the room.
The lights turned off,
In the dead of the night.
My depression kicks in,
There seems to be no escape.
Trapped in an unforgiving world,
There is no hope in hell.
The less i sleep,
The more i eat.
Eating turns into binging,
Binging turns into purging.
The more i shrink,
The bigger i look in the mirror.
Others see bones,
I see fat.
But all is not what it seems,
There is beauty in pain.
Depression means feelings,
This allows me to appreciate happiness.
As thin as i look to others,
The purer the soul inside.
The bigger i look to myself,
The more determination i have in life.
The vomiting signifies purging bad feelings,
It is the only way they will go.
But after i get a buzz,
Like a high you get from drugs.
One day it all got too much,
I severely overdosed.
I woke up a few days later,
Being told i was in a coma.
I was so very near to death,
But God's will kept me alive.
I still feel extremely depressed,
But my higher power is with me.
There is beauty all around us,
You just have to look more closely.
It maybe hidden in darkness,
But one day you will find it too.
Categories:
binging, beauty, body, depression, loneliness,
Form:
*~* *~* *~* *~* *~* *~* *~* *~*
In a past life long ago - she dwelled by the sea…
A mermaid - beloved by dolphins
Moss clad , swimming in blue liquid dreams
Beneath the light of the silvery moon
Seeking spiritual sustenance
That feeds the water in shades of blues, violet and green
Riding the water - undulating free... like a gossamer butterfly
Guiding her to the entrance of Neptune’s portal
Floating carefree in liquid aqueous waves
Playing with dolphins and other beloved creatures of the sea
Swimming gracefully in the night…
As the astral fingers of the moon’s silver rays gently caress her face
In her land so far away - she only had one wish...
To love and be loved in return- she had hope and love to give
Then a human touched her, with his love and kindness
Binging to life… her blue, liquid dreams
*~* *~* *~* *~* *~* *~* *~* *~*
Categories:
binging, nature, passion, visionary, water,
Form:
Free verse
Acrophobics on a tight rope, one inch off the ground.
anticipated serendipity, the deaf can feel sound.
acutely apathetic, because anarchy rules!
abundant spiritual poverty, monkeys can use tools.
balanced insanity, becoming partially undone.
just when they think it's over, it has only just begun!
with apathetic interest and in my humble arrogant way.
i balance my own insanity, with a casual formality.
but, my heart is burning cold,
through colorless kaleidoscope.
because everything is lost,
since we gave up hope.
it's a comedic tragedy,
a Common abnormality.
what goes up, must surely fall.
and when it's mother on the line...
no one takes the call.
consistently inconsistent, with critical acclaim.
explicitly ambiguous, pretend you're not the same.
diminutive giants, diligent in our sloth.
cheerfully cynical, the authentic replica.
binging on moderation, are the charlatans of truth.
abundant spiritual poverty, monkeys can use tools.
please proceed with caution, it is dangerously safe.
if you're a deaf listener, something just might penetrate!
but use direct circumvention, from point A onto point B.
for doubting are believers, in divided unity!
Categories:
binging, animals, faith, funny, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
I've been thinking,
I've been drinking,
I've been pouring liquid
into a cup
and binging
notes to a pitch I'm
singing
ears ringing
head spinning,
I think you're all beautiful...
I'm winging, with arms in the clouds
I'm flying, soaring, diving, dying
falling to the ground, and I love you
it's ok... I'm not OK, I'm just saying,
praying for change,
a strange man's coming out
of his cage, and I don't know the beast
today.
Categories:
binging, faith,
Form:
Free verse
Two Taurus husbands
intending to nurture shared truths
of Win/Win
organic mind/bodies
engaging Earth's interdependent communion
To discover our conflicting
and often unshared
half-baked thoughts
intentions
anticipations
in articulate and marvelously punctuated language,
rhythm,
lexicon of meta-confluent function
and integrally warm
co-gravitating flow
like butta'
To uncover,
recover,
rediscover
our therapeutic seeds
and traumatic weeds,
cooperative hopes
and conflicting transracial despairs,
repeatedly,
co-passionately,
authentically,
resonantly
and, at last, co-arising
Yummy regenerative treats,
communication strings of ecstatic recreation,
spectral sights
and savory sounds
and bouncy muscular rebounds
of potential co-redemption
Healing,
anticipating rom-com therapeutic curiosity,
resiliently co-engaging discovery
re-connecting beloved EarthTribe communities
re-developing health-wealthy outcomes
Slowly replacing
traumatic stress disorders,
binging on hate crime dramas,
and RightWing atrocities
against sacred EarthMothers
and green innocence
While wintering and withering
deep seated desperation
in life's last retiring
isolated
lonely recliner.
Categories:
binging, community, culture, love, romance,
Form:
Political Verse