Best Hungrily Poems

Written by Tim Smith and Seren Roberts

Across the room I slowly walk 
Hips swaying, smile in place 
Sensually I use my body to talk 
Holding out my hands to touch his face 

Here she comes, walking my way 
Beauty and grace, with a smile in...

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Blending in so beautifully in the endless everglades
The heron waits patiently

The warm wind ripples the water
He waits regally

Standing still like a statue in silent blue waters
He waits hungrily

Catching his first fish of the day
No more waiting - he dines like a king 


Inspired by Majestic...

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Rivulets of crimson blood
Ooze tantalisingly from the gaping wound on her neck
He drinks hungrily, savouring every salty drop
Dracula wraps his black cape around his shoulders
Fleeing in the moonlight to his crypt in the churchyard.

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The sunset clouds are pinks and greys
in tattered strips, in rips and frays,
in feathered flight at end of days,
in summer skies that fill my gaze.

And in the pines beside the sea
a hundred birds talk endlessly
and shooshing waves lap hungrily
as we eat fish and chips for...

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It could have been a beautiful memory to write down

Walking hand in hand with mama

My long brown french pleats  bouncing in the wind 

My new red plastic boots ready to be shown.


Reaching high upon my tiptoes ...

I swung  the large french brass knob...

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"The In-Between"

I ripped the pages of 
that tired old story 
from the heart, a body of work

buried the misdiagnosed slanders
then wiped their mouths
with the back of my spoon

the feed they found,
passed the disingenuous time;
some found it hot, others -

scratching the surface 
paltry yard confounded,
some alarmingly...

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Inside this Gothic womb, now but only a cold cavernous hollow
the votive flames steal away in puffs of smoke
as I kneel, atom-like, lost in loneliness.
Alabaster angels hungrily swallow empty space till they break - 
bleeding prayers seeking life’s meaning
darkly staining the stained glass windows with...

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Cascading off the winter chill
leaving warmth wherever it traces
the edge of the daffodil, tulip or crocus
spring shines its brilliant rays across
the windowpane that mirrors the friendly praise
coloring the seals with such sweet appeal 

lavender lilacs wave through camouflage branches
succeeding in meeting my gaze with a...

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My eyes were sorely struck when once they perceived
verity in your insightful words. Oh, how they grieved
when you chose to kneel low enough to kiss the ring
of a cunning being, whose unmerited praises you sing

My ignorance would have been a cliched state of bliss
if I'd...

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Kittens In The Barn

He stops and removes his boots before opening the door.  He enters the kitchen and smells the familiar aroma of morning coffee.

"Breakfast's ready, have a seat.  How're the kittens" his wife asks.  

"Damn cat" he says.  "Should have...

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Awake in the darkness, curtains are not drawn,
sky a deep Prussian blue, with no sign of the dawn.
Daybreak six fifty-five, two more hours to go
'till sunrise at the speed of thawing winter snow.
Window slightly ajar, letting in the night's hush,
dawn chorus spasmodic, birds are not...

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Love bites took me to a new place
 tiny teeth marks I can't erase;
Laid back you looked for my entrance,
 passing third base, passing third base;

Hungrily you nipped at my soul, 
ripped the lace of my camisole;
Whispered on my skin 'Keep control..
stay in your role,...

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Today I present an old poem, written at least a decade before "Doubts". What this poem lacks in poetic format, and style, it reaps in sentiment.
Enjoy:

the Girl Who Ate the National Park

I was picking apples, from polystyrene
boxes, when she held aloft a spiky
green football and...

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“Arms Full of Linnet Wings”

In the garden 
that afternoon 
she planted seeds
in their ripe minds
their eyes looking
up to hers their 
irises dazzling 
in the late afternoon
sunshine wide open
as if waiting hungrily 
for more food 
she dropped words into 
their mouths which 
they swollowed whole
jewels like...

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When your heart 
corresponds 
with your mind,
then, give it a shot,
you write 
back to me

what expressions 
you so badly 
need 
to bleed;

the characterisation 
of letters 
are alphabet soup 
to me, child's play,
peeling tattoos 
like bells ringing 
over a tongue 
not speaking,

I swallow words
hungrily 

then I...

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