Best Hungering Poems

For I am death, the personification of pure evil,
The grand godfather, of legions of unnumbered generations.
Behold thy disciples, baptized beneath my crimson waters,
Of blood.
Then reanimated...

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You waited for this moment,
As if you were an incomplete salutation

You waited for confessional breaths to alleviate this finite evening
Missing its constellations

You wept for their...

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(This poem was inspired in part by John Clare's magnificent poem, "I Am"; I wrote it in the autumn of 2013, after we had discussed...

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I.
He was patient very-very
with child's tenderness in eyes
yellow winged angel's unwary,
He was living quiet in skies.
Without disputes, without roughness, 
without want to weep and moan,
He...

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Myself, Armed Only With A Dying Flame


Dark travels in such a long life
early days of hungering strife
A child born to fight for it
tasting ton of...

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I see you looking at me
There is an old pang in my chest
there where your hands used to caress
where your lips loved to roam
there where...

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desire becomes
the heart's need
passion it breathes
hungering
in embers

flames sparking words
relights ablaze
burning red
from the mirror
of one's soul
touching smiles

happiness 
a dream
forever beautiful
igniting in the deep
embers burning
wild feelings

food of...

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On the brow of manhood I bore you
Dreaming of a successor to my throne
Invested wind and echo full of dew
Native prince, that was ever all...

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Oh, gentle child, how doth my heart still burn
thine absence half a decade spent in vain
to break the bonds that tie, that fett’ring chain
that holds...

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Cat-suited and cute
Baring flesh to her navel
Her bronzed body
In wanting able
 
Wrists manacled
As her chest pouts
The needing of join
Her heart shouts
 
In tethered mode
With silken...

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Like a tempest churning upward
on seething pinnacles of wind,
like a twisting, whirling violence
that is too cruel to comprehend;
thus the conflict of our nature
intensifies within the...

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The risks to most were far too high
Much too much daily effort needed.
As for the course itself, a death trap
particularly for anyone too inexperienced.

Each fence...

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"Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as...

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Abysmal, thick darkness engulfing my soul.
No moon, no stars, 
Not the faintest glimmer of light.
"Oh, darkest of mysteries," 
I cry in despair,
"How empty can nothingness...

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Subtle feelings burst
Inside her supple breast
Creating overpowering longing
A thirst that had her wanting
Something only he could give her

Silence fell between them
When they found themselves alone
As...

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