Best Hungry Poems
I was born into a world that does not see me.
My body tells the story of absence;
The hollow of my stomach,
The jagged outline of my ribs,
My fur, patchy and damp.
I learned quickly that to want is to be ignored,
And to ache is to exist.
As a puppy, I thought someone might see me.
I thought if I wagged my tail hard enough,
If I tilted my head just right,
The world might open its hands.
But it did not.
It only ever closed its fists,
Turned its back,
And left me with scraps,
Too spoiled to taste.
Now I roam alleys slick with rain,
My nose pressed against the cold pavement.
The air sharp with the tang of rust,
The faint sweetness of a bruised apple
Rotting in the dark.
Even the light avoids me
Street Lamps flicker,
Shadows curl against my skin,
Like they, too, are ashamed.
I am no monster,
Though that's how the world perceives me.
I am just a dog that takes up too much space,
Whose hunger speaks louder than it ever should.
And yet, I keep searching.
I follow the smell of bread I will never taste,
The sound of footsteps I will never reach.
I chase voices that don't belong to me,
Hoping they might turn and see me,
Hoping they might call for me.
They do not.
So I sit beneath a streetlamp that sputters and hums,
And I imagine what it would feel like,
To have the weight of a hand on my head,
The sound of love spoken softly in the dark,
A belly heavy with food,
The sharp edges of my ribs fading into softness.
I close my eyes and imagine,
And for a moment,
I am full.
hunger growinG B I G
savory sweet smells fill me
my mouth devours you
**** Slightly Different ****
hunger growing big
savory sweet smells fill me
your love delicious
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David Meade
12/10/2014
Live Generously
A confession
bursts from your full lips
Almost against your will:
“I’m hungry ….
I'm hungry for you.”
I speak in seductive smile soliloquy.
My cherry glossed lips pa rt,
gushing out this succulent response:
“Come, my hungry boy.
Come and eat.
From appetizer to desert
Gluttony’s Creed is freed in me
Take time to t~a~s~t~e
From chocolate tips to cherry smear,
your taste palette I’ll tease
with full bodied, full course meal
Thirsty in--be--tween--needs
~~~~I’ll drench quench~~~~
from my blessed abundant flow
take it nice and slow as you go
Come, come and indulge
another dish to relish
My love menu
creations just for you
Just the right spice
Of naughty and nice
Satiation Celebration awaits
But now...
Eat..... s, l, oOoOoOo w, l, y
Don’t waste in haste…
These moments so ^u*n^ chaste
There you go, baby boy
satisfaction exhalation
Now, come
Let me clean~~you~~up
Time to sleep
Here is my chest
plush pillow rest
I’m here
Sleep...sleep
Hunger will not haunt your dreams
Ah...
Contented sigh
Closed eyes
and here am I
Watching over you as you sleep
Insatiable the hunger for you
In my *eye*
Eileen Manassian
One touch leaves me breathless,
like the wind
teasing a tiny butterfly,
but hungry eyes caress
silky skin,
and my lips find your lullaby
Upon the melody,
of your kiss
the nude gem of your paradise,
while love takes you softly
to such bliss,
I seem to get lost in your sighs
One look leaves me speechless,
like music
playing with no words to dance to,
but then you go undress
the magic,
with hungry eyes of tender blue
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Theme~ In Your Eyes
Something playful, romantic and passionate
Form of Poetry~ Tri-fall
Consists three 6-line stanzas,
for a total of 18 lines. The rhyme scheme is a,b,c,a,b,c
and meter for each stanza is as follows: 6/3/8, 6/3/8.
Featured Poem- 4/14/2019
Soaring and swaying over craggy hills
How I long to be the mighty eagle.
Best when my strong wings stretch
And gliding, searching for food
To feed the miniscule fledglings.
After verdant resurrection, green leaves
Come to life, yet birds hide from
His majestic lofty strong eagle.
Pity the small ones could not stop
Their mellifluous lark-like songs.
Unfortunately small rodents are short sighted.
Along the placid lake rodents friskily run
In and out of the sedges. Food is now near.
MORTAL GIVERS
Who are we but mortals?
That we should be so bold,
So presumptuous, so arrogant
As to leave the poor in the cold?
Should we not think of sharing
Especially the ones without,
And always think of giving,
With unquestionable doubt!
Being an only child,
Was encouraged to share,
I was shown to be mild,
And love god and wear,
My love for him on my sleeve,
For the whole world to see,
For I know God, and he sees me.
The needy are desperate
For a loaf of bread,
Their clothes rags, their shoes,
A mere thread, or shred.
Unemployment has gone wild,
A huge percentage is going
To bed hungry
Around the world in every country!
Did we ever think we would,
Live through such an epidemic,
A Covid virus, which became pandemic?
We must give love, dish it out
Lay it on thick,
Don’t even think,
Do it quick,
Don’t be a scrooge, learn to share,
With all, no matter who or where,
Don’t ever be selfishly
Only receivers,
Give, give, all you are able,
Be proudly one of the givers!
Entering: Givers Poetry Contest
Sponsored By: Regina McIntosh
24 /09/2020
Is this the foothold you sought
when love decayed and left you wanting?
Avenged in miniscule degrees, each vindicated
moment a trivial gilded victory...
The stars align in nonsensical patterns
incouraging this gazer to find
fascination in fabricated Andromeda flirting.
Sweeping up shreds of delight to amass
a semblance of happiness melded
together with lint and common dust~~
We wont discard this...the loveliest
loving we know....a taste of wine
for the deprived and ignorant.
blissfully swirling this singular sip allotted
...mindful not to spit, but relish it.
This sun will suit the pale skin
from abandoned rainy days present and forever.
Not fully basking but splashing past blinds
in a dark house as we ran back and forth
to know the warmth from these sparing, yet splendid, beams.
Always the starved will be longing,
chasing the sated-the heartfilled complacent,
an impossible seperation, upstairs to basement.
No empty lust filled affair could ever replace it
...but must suffice today, as we are just so
...Hungry
All I hear is 'kitty, kitty!’
Such a shame. Such a pity.
I want my food. That’s where I’m at.
After all, I’m just a cat!
How Hungry for GOD Are You?
How hungry for GOD are you? Do you pray and read the
Word daily? Do you stay in an attitude of prayer throughout
the day? Do you stay in fellowship with other believers?
Do you support the work of the Kingdom?
Do you hunger and thirst to know more of HIM? Do you feel like
you just can’t go on any further till HE touches you afresh? Do you
cry out for the fire of GOD to come on you by HIS SPIRIT?
Do you look for HIM to send you to unsaved people so you
can tell them about JESUS and lead them in a prayer to HIM?
Do you pray for the youth of this country and ask the LORD to send
a tremendous revival to them? Can you hardly wait for another
service so you can worship HIM with other saints?
Do you sing and worship HIM around your home and as you are doing
your work, cleaning, washing, and cooking? Do you sing n the SPIRIT as
you are mowing the grass, changing the beds?
Do you and your husband go to the mall purposely looking for
people to tell about JESUS? Do you seek out young people to
pray for them if they will let you and when they do, are you
praying for HIS SPIRIT to saturate them and use them and
keep them?
Are you longing and crying out for JESUS to come for HIS church?
HE is you know! Do you look for opportunities to tell people about
JESUS whenever you check out in stores, restaurants? I tell the
clerks or checkers that JESUS loves them and that HE is coming
soon, sometimes the reaction is tears, some laugh, some love it,
some hate it but needless to say, they got the message.
Do you pray for our nation and leaders to be safe and to be
led by HIS SPIRIT? And also, are you still and tuning
your ear to hear HIS still small voice? When you came to HIM
did you jump into the river of revival with all of your clothes on?
Did you tell HIM, Whatever YOU hate, I will hate, whatever
YOU love, I will love! Did you determine you would give
HIM everything and will follow HIM wherever HE wants you
to go?
Did you determine to be like a good little pot of clay made
by the GREAT POTTER and asked HIM to cover that little
pot with HIS SPIRIT and fill it up so HE could pour it out
on who so ever whenever or wherever HE chooses!
Oh, yah~~! Then, you are definitely hungry for our
GOD!
GOD bless,
Written by: Marilyn S Jennings
May 6, 2019
If I'd Seen The Hungry Dino, I'd Not Be Dead
Stars spits light and belts, grows old and nobody cries
Universe slyly winks and eternity sees truth prevails
Earth vomits from Hell's pits and everybody dies
Justice opens eyes to say, life is crap-lost my scales
Unmeaning light its dying shadows scatter all about
The half-dead king rose from napping to see graveyard ghouls
In distance, queen was partying as fairies shout
Jack was drunk working with his imaginary tools
And the blind princess yelled, " Hells coming" with a shout"
Caveman said, I want very nice juicy dino steak
His wife laughed and said, "Then kill one would you please,
Last time you came home drunk, saying sorry my mistake"
He replied, " Hun, I was sure I'd get one with ease"!
Aint that the sorry truth ghost in the corner said.
"If I'd seen the hungry dino, I'd not be dead."
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
Nov. 2nd 1973
Note. This poem was created for my nephew Chad, to read Monday in his third grade class.
(Austin, TX, 1955)
Mother writes me
From Korea
Ravaged by the war:
You are so blessed
Living in America
Land of peace
Land of plenty
I mumble:
Mother
I eat two raw eggs
In the morning
Three pieces of Wonder bread
For supper
To save money for tuition
I’m very hungry
I’m also very lonely
I eat my eggs and bread
Sitting in front of vanity mirror
To keep company
With a person in the mirror
But I’m determined to succeed
And make you proud
Please stay well until I return
Hungry in France
Garçon, garçon
bring hot soupçon
bouillabaisse accent egu.
Qu'est-ce que c’est, qu’est-ce que c’est?
Sounds like I’m un peu coucou.
Sacrebleu, Sacrebleu
what can I do?
In French all I learned to say
was frère Jacques frère Jacques
and café au lait, olay!
Starving; I am starving;
I’m hungry as a hog
still snails will never touch my tongue
nor the legs of a frog.
Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
May 24, 2012
For Cyndi's "Un deux trois"
Ignore it if you want - I just couldn't get the poetry form down.i
Please don't cry baby
I know you're frighten
I know you're hungry
I know you're painful
I know you want something
I know you're asking for help
I know you want to follow
I know you want my company or escort
Oh, please don't cry baby
You'll have a lot of chances to cry
When you grow up
When you're sad you cry
When you're too nervous till you lost your control
You cry
When you're sick you cry
When you lost something valuable you cry
When you fail your exam you cry
When someone leave you you cry
When...
The sky cries too
It comes as rain
The sea cries too
It comes as towering waves
You know, mum cries too
Whenever you cry I cry
Please don't cry baby
Please tell me you're always happy
At a meeting, someone said,
“I’m hungry. Who has food?”
Some offerings were made for which
He showed his gratitude:
A yummy looking sandwich,
Missing two or three small bites
And a little bag of pretzels,
Like those given out on flights.
He ate and felt much better,
Glad that we could help him out,
For that’s what having friends around
Is really all about.
The meeting over, I walked out
To catch an uptown train
And passed a stranger on the street
Who shouted out, in vain…
“I’m hungry. Who has food for me?”
He seemed about to cry;
But all the crowd that swirled around
Just kept on walking by.
Relish the scratches on your back.
Claw, climb, come up!
Pay no attention to those behind you,
They care only for the trail you blaze.
Without thought of what they can't see,
beyond looking at your back?
You're a fantasy.
They see your profile. A snapshot.
Demand an ego. Define perfection.
Write an anthem. Be an icon.
Become the face of unity.
Stay hungry for truth!
Drown your message in raw emotion,
That's the voice of this revolution.