Best Hungers Poems

Idiot


You with the black eye
Idiot
You all bruised and blue
Idiot
You with dried blood and no hope
Idiot
You who climbs and plays
Idiot
You who feels hungers pain
Idiot
You who was...

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In his bed she hears him approach with long strides.
The covers are over her head as she pretends to hide.
With one swift yank she is...

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Wide the mirrored water stretched,
licking green upon the pointed pines, limbs sweeping low and cool.

The creek meandered, soft giggles escaping mossy rocks
where polliwogs swam, nearly,...

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In the distance of her dreams,
she whispers for her beloved.

Her yearnings speak to him like poetry,
he has not engraved before,
as he hungers for her to...

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It's so cold in this cauldron of sadness.
I'm drowning in a cesspit of darkness.
When will it rain to wash these sorrows free?
Before wicked waves drown...

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 We come to you soft.
Swaying back and forth.
You hear music,
as my body dances toward you.

 You seek trust, 
from these darkened eyes,
as they stare...

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A gentleman dressed all in black, hides amongst the shadow realm,
This inquisitions exorcist fights on the altar of justice
And faith, a white knight of the...

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Washing over me; her warm breast, weighing joyfully amid such soft palms

Arms about dawns waist; dreams, smiling as gazing into her eyes to find....

Beauty that...

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You, my love, you
Entrusted me into the burning arms of fervor,
Rested your knowing fingers upon skin ever glistened with tears
Graced the breath I dared to...

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He smiles and gazed
deeper in my eyes,
nuzzling closer
whispering words 
I want to hear
sweetest love 
take my breath away
he whispered
have confession to make
million ways making me...

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Fragile the stems numbered in their days
That dance in spring, in the falling rays
Above the hills weathered softly by a mist
When shone the first morning...

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Segun my child! My son!
Soon, the cock will crow at dawn
And the east will showcase the sun
Soon, you will leave my home, 
To found your...

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The warmth of the sun on my skin 
The kiss of the wind in my hair 
All of nature wants to make me feel 
But...

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When love's bright colors turn shades of blue,
Changed by separation, where love will dream
A deep yearning asks the soul to pursue,
Cross eternity as a lonely...

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You lay among the sheets,
as still as death itself,
tho' your bosom rises-and-falls with gentle breaths.
What do you dream, my darling?

Oh surely, of fancies that shame...

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As the clock strikes midnight
And there's a full moon in the sky
Into our room she walks
Something catches my eye

It's the black lacy piece she's wearing
Hemmed...

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Winter clings to my aching bones
letting a chill run up my spine.
Draining my soul of any hope
my heart hungers for scraps of love.

Letting a chill...

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Do not be diabolically deceived by this entity called ‘Love’, and the Blue Jewell we call Earth. For both of them work in unison to...

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  Memory of faces,
  Maybe even a name,
  Remember the places,
  Seeing so much pain.
  How can we witness,
 ...

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It beats, It flutters
Its strong, Its weak
It bleeds, It heals
It hungers, It feasts
It breaks, It mends
It suffers, It flourishes

Its warm, Its cold
It makes a stand,...

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He watches and wait,
the prey unaware of his gaze
But he hungers no longer for flesh
He chases after the spirit of the wind ...
White Wolf in...

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From downstairs comes an overload 
of lies and suppositions
out of Washington. I shut the door
and open up a book of poems 
that chip and twitter...

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America unlocked
Is the monster
under stairs
stirring? 
The bottom class
 wondered
as upper class
called them higher.
Master like playing games
 stoking darkened fears
enjoyed teasing
emancipated 
Kept them
second guessing
what step
would be...

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                  ~Echoes of Yesterday~

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She cooks fish and rice,
her unfolded hips
pushing all into place.
Oils, and aromas,
train buds to lap at shadows.
The marl of her hands
turns bowls of smoke
into lemon...

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