Best Insatiable Poems
Now here's a sweet little ditty
About a hungry cute kitty
She can’t get enough
Of that yummy stuff
She’s fat and she’s oh, so pretty!
This Kitty just loves a good rub
all over, but more on the nub
So pet her just right
She’ll purr day or night
Caresses...this kitty won't snub
If kitty’s not fed right away
Then pussycat’s grumpy all day
You'd better not tease
Just feed her, now please
And enjoy this kitty at play! ;)
Eileen Manassian
A repost of a deleted poem.
Categories:
insatiable, humorous, , cute,
Form:
Limerick
Beneath the cold glare of the desolate night,
They came, greedy and insatiable white creatures,
Cloaked in prim pretense,
Every curve of their features seemed to express a fine arrogant acrimony and harsh truculence.
Expectation darkened into anxiety,
A thousand unutterable fears bore irresistible despotism over our thoughts,
Men, ladies and children collapsed into a dreary and hysterical depression,
Leaving us drowned in the deep reticence of the colonial sea.
As arbitrary as a cyclone and as killing as a pestilence,
With a sweet voice caroling like a gold-caged nightingale,
They looted our abundant resources,
And abolished many of our African customs and traditions.
They enslaved us!
Underdeveloped us!
And reduced us to nothing.
Gleams of sunlight, bewildered like ourselves, struggled, surprised, through the mist and disappeared,
Half choked by a rising paroxysm of rage,
The hollow ring of their fundamental nothingness were defined,
With the blood in our eyes, matchets, bows and arrows and diplomacy,
Then the fight and chase began!
Categories:
insatiable, slavery,
Form:
Free verse
Boisterous hearts aflame
Blissful brightness gains
Listening as the rain
Drive us both insane
Politely pouting and praying
For sunnier DAYS
Passing the time inside
KNOWING their ravenous thirst
Will never be satisfied .
Caressing, loving embraces
GENTLE whispers
Required hearts AFIRE never
Expire
Insatiable HEARTS can never lie
This undeniable LOVE takes more
Than just bringing down a
RAINBOW from the EMPTYING SKY
TO stop the TEAR DROPS of the
CRY and the promise of
TOMORROW TIMES TOMORROW
By each other's side
Categories:
insatiable, anxiety, blue, fire, heart,
Form:
Alliteration
Her insatiable hunger
fuels her primal desires.
And in her skimpiest skirt,
she solicits cash for sex.
Prowling taverns late at night,
she peddles depravity.
And smelling of cheap perfume;
she signals cheap with each breeze.
A succubus seductress,
she sells disappearing dreams.
And her suggestive whispers
promote promiscuity.
A sleek, stealthy predator;
she stalks her prospective prey.
And with come-hither blue eyes,
she seduces with a smile.
Provocatively perky;
she sways in erotic ways.
And a potent narcotic;
she leaves men begging for more.
Categories:
insatiable, beauty, emotions, feelings, hyperbole,
Form:
Blank verse
my love for you grows
day by day in every way
we have our highs we have had our lows
our skies are never grey
you give me love in heavy dose
our love will remain
always
I have an insatiable appetite for you.
Jared Pickett
11/30/2011
Categories:
insatiable, love, love,
Form:
Free verse
Insatiable Human Obsession
It is time for that insatiable human obsession for destruction to expire
And vanish amidst the darkened realm of an imploding distant star
05/22/2021
7:20 p.m.
Lake Worth
Florida USA
Edited: 05/25/2021
Categories:
insatiable, dream, humanity,
Form:
Rhyme
Your aroma
wonderful, aromatic scent
you tease my senses
I'm falling.
Your warmth flowing
ignites anticipation
Insatiable cravings
arousing my hunger, my thrist.
Sweet caress
tantalizingly, mouth watering
deliriously mad sweet ecstasy
first morning coffee
Geeeeez.... what ya think I meant?
Categories:
insatiable, humor,
Form:
Free verse
I implored myself with money and okay,
thought that feasting at the time was no crime,
and as the chyme soothingly rolled in my head's threads,
then in pretense covered that craving with a palm,
that craving very agile and corporeal.
upon my lulling, the asking defied;
i gave it money and honey,
filled up with joy and future employ;
i promised burgers served with kandara,
njugu karanga and bits of cars
yet the desire waxed insatiable!
i gave a good girl to woo,
it looked out the more.
and i got another maid of the style princely;
her bosom decorated with flatness and uniformity,
reaching up to the moonlight in height,
digging deep beneath the heels of fashion,
she walked gracefully like a drunken monk,
the music of buckles and golden rings begged much;
and that's what i added to this creature of ghostly beauty.
then this calling wants a third one!
it wandered to the ages of history
and excavated childhood dreams,
dripping with rottenness and obsession,
in the life of civilisation i was tormented,
degrees but tormenting,
good jobs but tormenting!
sooner i resolved to quench the question of "enough?"
and made myself a vocation
to drench the injustice of childhood poverty
with the justice of excellence.
a redeemer of sorts,
the light in the way of a night walker.
many looking from my reverse
see hope under my feet-stool.
i am become the man of going,
and going i do.
behind is troop of people unseen,
jerking forwards, themselves a foothold to obtain.
soon they'll play this game my style,
and it's a vast quiz.
tell me,
how vast is it?
the sea of desire,
all opportunities begging a piece?
shall i be satiated getting a graduate degree?
or a postgraduate?
first-class or distinction?
will adorable mistresses and pageants
announce your destination,
oh desire?
i sought, and i'm seeking,
behold nothing satiates.
it's insatiable this life.
Categories:
insatiable, adventure, desire, funny love,
Form:
Verse
Sweat, dripping from my forehead
Into my eyes, I feel the burn of salt
Trickling down the bridge of my nose
Pausing momentarily, before leaping
Plummeting with purpose, with desire
Landing safely on your skin
Drop after drop. Your body glistens
I can sense desire. I can taste it.
I can smell it. The slight scent of lilac
Blindfolded. The trail leads me to you
Your sexuality has no containment
There's no stopping us, it's been unleashed
The fire is lit and spreading like a wildfire
Burning, searing, scorching the softness
Flesh touches flesh, desire, liquid, heat
Lovers engaged, connected, invited
More. There can never be enough
The appetite for love, it's insatiable
~Rick Berry
Categories:
insatiable, love, passion, romance
Form:
Free verse
Ravenous
Longing yearning lusting burning
Sister of cosmic poets and artists
Lover of freedom creativity and pizzaz
Heart bursting with passion spontaneity and fire
Fearing nothing but the loss of time integrity and truth
Dreaming of a day blessed with goodwill justice and bliss for all
Resident of this orbiting blue planet
Wanderer
Submitted on July 6, 2021 for contest THIS IS WHO I AM sponsored by L. MILTON HANNKINS
and January 12, 2019 for contest WRITING CHALLENGE 2, JANUARY 2019 BIO sponsored by DEAR HEART - RANKED 4TH
Categories:
insatiable, art, freedom, journey, passion,
Form:
Bio
I cannot put into words how I really feel.
How delightful my life have been with you.
A connection so deep even reality seems to fade away in our denial of individuality.
I am hopeful to be trapped, on a deserted island or even the worst of places, with you.
My heaven.
The only beauty that transcend in a terrible world of endless dissolution.
I tend to disappear in your eyes.
So open, bearing, yet full of mystery.
Such a hypnotizing gaze in your train of thoughts as I fall deep through the hazel scenery.
And your smile, oh how it radiates only to reflect upon my face almost instantly.
The wrinkles on the edge of your cheeks, evidence of the endless smiles and laughter you present to the world.
I get hopeless with every touch knowing instantly how your skin longed for mine. How our hands wet, forever excited to hold and keep in grasp.
How your lips invites in soft supple movements while your kisses so subtly digging, planted deep within my essence.
The smell of your hair trickling slowly into my nostril sending shivers down my spine. So potent in flavour and haunting in dreams.
So full and black with streaks of brown and gold.
It lingers ever so softly in the wind floating about like a stream of clouds wandering away in an ever changing cycle of endless awe.
You speak with such grace.
Like wind blowing across the fields.
An invisible beauty that allowed blades of grass to gently dance to a hypnotising sway which shows the true meaning of it mover.
The true music of nature.
Hair tucked neatly behind your ears with a swift gesture of your hand.
Showing the kryptonite to urges I cannot keep imprisoned.
Such silky skin which meanders down from your neck to your shoulder, eversoft and comfortable.
A tender touch of her skin, smooth as an infant, freezes me into place.
My heart now fighting cacoethes to face it's eternity.
Beauty that transcend like sun beams cutting into clouds over the sea.
How I long for this every moment of my being and yet never enough to satisfy my hunger to hold and caress you.
To gently kiss and inhaled you.
Forever my longing to be close and with open arms you received me.
Categories:
insatiable, love,
Form:
I'm sorry you feel as if though. And I am coming to know your sorrow. Insatiable. Though you may not understand. Over communication or there lack of, sometimes undergoes one of many of which ways relationships will go. And statistically shows, that love, that once naturally bloomed, will one day devolve into seeds for chew. A strong and lingering, and bitter taste that I beg to be slapped out of my mouth. A mouth full of these hopeless seeds, now please. Now only insatiable remnants of my insatiable appetite they are. My insatiable appetite you hear? My senses have been compromised. What kind of rekindling that could ever ensue which would ever make me grow to love the taste? Again it is all too familiar, and what was once as pleasurable as oysters going down the throat, is now too hard to swallow. I do not fear death from starvation. I fear choking to death. Emaciated to decay is no dismay. Insatiable death.
Categories:
insatiable, conflict, dark, desire, relationship,
Form:
If there could be but only one thing
I may critique, my dear Lord,
Oh why a ruby's precious
Only as its fragile
Only because,
Oh how a word
So desperate to be heard
Why dear god,
For plenty lose merit?
Because,
From behind,
My left,
A whisper for my ear
Because,
Because,
The swine are being stoked
Sharp white iron
The air is breathing heavy
Hot ribbons flying off
My vision is getting blurry
As the wrought passes closes
I pray it is not for me
Categories:
insatiable, allusion, anger, beautiful, beauty,
Form:
Lyric
Oh, my troubled eyes,
Stop gazing at her enviable figure
For
No matter how much of her beauty, able
You would be to devour
Still
My heart’s longing for her, insatiable
Would stay!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
21 August 2015
Categories:
insatiable, beauty, longing, romance,
Form:
Epigram
while luxuriating in the boughs aching
to imbibe solar raiment golden this summer like
february twenty first two thousand and eighteen
when old man took a mandatory brake
from mister sun spilling forth
unseasonably balmy temperatures
equated from this human drake
swallow wing hard taking
respite delighting, holistically
lolling (nar gagging) obliviously par
taking paradise magical optical pulsations,
a desperate need to succor dehydration
that found me relinquishing
a coveted reading nook and cranny,
this explanation not "FAKE"
excuse withholding appeasing,
an unrelenting paroxysm
watering parched palette
suck ceded to abend
imagination immersion
linkedin radiant nirvana basking (like a robin)
while feeling spell bound by this warm weather
unseasonably tropic teaser came to an end
drew the analogy how indomitable
joie de vivre kneading love intend
ding, sans partaking draught found wealth
between bounded pages doth mend
moe so than any medication
(akin to placing a wager sparring rivals)
desire for on par,
when body needs replenishment of fluids
thus...deferring self
for healthy pleasant liquid to slake
in an effort to curtail parched mouth
felt as if being scraped
by a lab bot tummy sized rake
thence entire corporeal being
didst shimmy and shake
analogous within mine
so many dozen square feet parameters
thee earth didst quake.
thence upon gulping sweet pineapple juice
(to evade dole drums)
a poem yours truly decided to make.
Categories:
insatiable, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Imagism