Best Overeat Poems
I know my love gets you high
But can I string you along?
With nothing but my sweet song?
Oh, where does your heart belong?
I’m aware that I can please
Will the magic go away?
In the hum drum of each day?
When I can’t find words to say?
I’m aware I can entice
But will beauty soon wear off?
Seductive charm not enough?
Neglected when life gets tough?
I’m aware that I can sooth
But will comfort satisfy?
When life asks the question, “Why?”
Will your heart my love deny?
I know that I can be sweet
Do other flavors entice?
Will you crave a hotter spice?
Just want "naughty" and not "nice"?
I know that I satisfy
But why must you overeat?
Need another type of sweet
Not satisfied with ONE treat?
I know I can liberate
Will she your heart ensnare?
Will her passion take you “there”?
While body and soul you bare?
I’m aware that I can please
But will her bright eyes beguile?
Mesmerized by her coy smile
Will you ignore me a while?
I know your heart likes to play
Will my heart faithful remain?
What is there for me to gain?
Except…a heartful of pain?
I wonder, will you regret?
The risk you took in this game?
Does my body hold your claim?
Will my heart treat you the same?
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Categories:
overeat, love, truth,
Form:
Rhyme
~~Recovering Hope~~
Existing in fear is nothing to cheer
Your death cannot be hidden from
A sunny day could be your last
It comes to one and all
Some drink till dead
Some overeat
Stop the fear
Let go
Live
April, 2020
11am PST
Categories:
overeat, encouraging, life,
Form:
Nonet
Dear Santa, I want a guinea pig,
One that can handle his sup.
I'd like one that can overeat,
And doesn't sleep belly up.
And, Dear Santa, our toilet won't flush,
It's really quite a wonder,
So could you bring for my mom,
A brand new toilet plunger?
Written 12/3/17
Contest: Dear Santa, I want...
Hosted by Kevin Shaw
Categories:
overeat, animal, christmas, funny, holiday,
Form:
Rhyme
This is my poem No. Seventeen Hundred
Gadzooks, that's a boatload of poems
Think my brain would have turned to mush
Or perhaps I'd wind up in a home
Nope, it appears I'm as prolific as ever
Have delayed my downhill slide
Inevitable as it is, I'm fighting it off still
With the help of my blushing bride
Still call her honey after all these years
I refuse to let time win the battle
No matter the years or how grey I get
This dude refuses to get rattled
It doesn't hurt that I come from good stock
Seven siblings lived to seventy or more
I tend to overeat, I break all the rules
But I'm still winning the damn war
So getting back to my poems, let me know
If you notice I'm on a downhill slide
Sure wouldn't want to embarrass myself
After all, I've still got my pride
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
overeat, anniversary, celebration,
Form:
Narrative
CONVOLUTED THINKING
it’s the holidays
when thoughts turn to those of food
not just any food
sweets are thrust from every side
candy fruit cake and apple pie
the list is endless
when I think how weak i am
it makes me shudder
doubtless i shall overeat
so i must set a limit
i hate my fat self
when I look in the mirror
40 pounds over
over what the weight chart says
high school weight days are over
what is sensible?
dare I make it 45
easy to lose 5
just think of the tasty fun
candy fruit cake and mince pie
egg nog rich stuffing
that thanksgiving table spread
how my mouth waters
LOOK! the lady on t.v.
took off 50 with jenny
my god! 50 pounds!
why! 5 pounds would be a snap!
and now I’m resolved
i will sign with jenny
right after the holidays
Categories:
overeat, holidaythanksgiving, fruit,
Form:
Tanka
RESTRICTED DIET –
JOURNAL IX
When digestion
falters
One’s favorite
dishes become an
internal poison
The ancient is
forced to start a
restricted diet –
No more pizza,
mashed potatoes and
gravy,
French fries
It seems all the
really rich, tasty
foods are
Forbidden
When we cheat,
overeat, stomach’s
revenge is
severe
Constipation grips
the old hind
quarters like
a nagging
wife,
or gas inflates the
gut to beach ball
proportion
Ah though, everyone
has a perfect
solution –
prune juice,
the gluten-free,
fiber to name
a few
These might furnish
temporary relief,
but, alas,
nothing proves
lasting
The release of gas
often proves one of
life’s
most precious,
enjoyable moments
In these last few I
vow a stoic
acceptance
C
Categories:
overeat, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
Hot apple pie is the ultimate treat
For sheer taste enjoyment, it can't be beat
Exciting the senses
The drooling commences
This mouth watering treat is ever so sweet
Now pile on some ice cream high up on top
Taste buds will tango and you'll tingle nonstop
A sensation so heavenly
You'll hear sweet melodies
A mouth watering treat so give it a shot
Don't worry bout the crowd you're bound to attract
The envy among them will fill a big sack
Just do it, don't waiver
Enjoy the sweet flavour
Shove it on down cause there's no turning back
Hot apple pie is the ultimate treat
A taste to amaze you, jump in with both feet
Enjoy the thrill
Till you're bloody well filled
A fantastic taste treat but don't overeat
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
overeat, happiness,
Form:
Limerick
I know we shouldn't overeat
And junk food's a definite no-no
But I admit I'm a fast food junkie
Who cares if my big belly shows
Don't dance for nobody anymore
That's silly stuff's gone forever
People either like me for who I am
Or bite me, I mean... whatever!
Happy as hell in my bountiful skin
Not trying to impress the ladies
Content to just sit and eat myself silly
Nothing underhanded or shady
“Silly old man” I heard someone say
But I'm nearing the end of the road
Allow me this pleasure before I depart
My cravings are on overload!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Wrote this before going my weight loss campaign!
Categories:
overeat, humorous, me,
Form:
Quatrain
Christmas lunch is
Here at last.
Roast turkey
Is put on plates with
Sprouts and potatoes and
Then handed to the gathered
Masses who will then overeat
And make merry with
Sparkling wine and soft drinks.
Lots of
Unfinished plates
Now lie surrounded by
Cracker jokes and
Hats, phew!!!
I dont think there""s room for
Sweet but they all try.
So come the afternoon
Everyone is full and content,
Relaxing by the fire in
Very good company
Ecstatic at another Christmas
Day lunch.
Categories:
overeat, holiday
Form:
Acrostic
The pursuit of happiness
is the American Dream
but how can I be happy
if I ain’t spending?
What kind of world
have we all come to live in
where happiness is sold at
filthy auctions?
Add it to my cart online
and hope I’ve earned free shipping.
Go to college,
get a job,
make something of yourself.
I did exactly as the teachers said
and still feel so unfulfilled.
“Where do you see yourself in five years?”
Not still stuck inside my parents’ house.
When you’re brought up in poverty
it’s really hard to rise;
you gotta shoot for the sky
and everyone will try to shoot you down
cause they’re after the same prize
What’s the prize?
A moment of fame,
a few hundred bucks,
debt paid off,
beggars can’t be choosers, right?
What would you do for a million dollars?
Well, I kind of have a moral strife:
I work fifty hour weeks
rack in the overtime,
don’t get paid enough to survive,
“take a mental health day,”
I ain’t got the time.
Wonder if I’d be better off
if I just rob ‘em blind!
“What are you complaining for?
You’ve got the dream job that you wanted,
aren’t you happy now?”
“I guess it really wasn’t what I wanted,
was it, now?”
Drowning in all kinds of loans
wasn’t exactly where I saw myself;
chasing a fantasy
led me to a great depression;
you want to talk mental health?
I don’t sleep, I overeat,
I work and work and work and work,
pour all my emotions down the drain,
and act like I’m perfectly okay
because I’ve achieved happiness
according to the American Dream.
So why am I not happy?
Why are we not happy?
Why do we riot and rage,
shoot our children,
starve our people,
and wave an unachievable dream
in the faces of the future generations
so we can watch them struggle,
and burn,
and fall apart at the seams
all while they pretend to be happy?
Categories:
overeat, america, corruption, depression, happiness,
Form:
Free verse
Did ya know sea otters hold hands when they sleep
So they won't drift apart, their wedding vows to keep
Now that's a stretch
Didn't know that I bet
This leaves me stunned and makes me overeat
Categories:
overeat, love,
Form:
Limerick
I use to drink to kill the pain, I'd overeat to kill the pain.
But I couldn't explain why I couldn't maintain, outta my mainframe
And I couldn't reboot at the push of a button for nothin'
I kept trying but my mind was holding back from somethin'
Heart was stuntin' a million miles, but where was it going.
Like becoming blind at the end of a book, I was never knowing.
The end of my story, my destiny and no glory, God before me
Screaming from dusk till morning but the world ignored me.
Poor me, sorely being muted without my tale being told.
Feeling so old had a bitter heart gone Cold, mouth didn't hold.
Outta Control, but yo, now I'm ready to spit this venom.
I'm betting the world will go silent when I speak his lessons
This blessin' that he gave me, a talent to twist up my speech
In a way that each with blasphemy can hear me teach
I don't preach, I hope I reach, cause this real talk should be heard
His word is the truest literature we can put to work.
For what it's worth I ain't never been a Bible thumper
But it's saved me from going crazy in the midst of a slumber
Now I know my number, where it is that he's got me headed,
In debted, he's prepared a room for me and I won't forget it.
I get it, that times get hard, but oh my Lord I'm holding on.
Keep me moving along when my mind is gone keep me strong.
Cause along I'll come amongst those vipers and serpents
Not deservent to be his servants, I'm a move with the currents
Move with a purpose cause I'm hurtin' to be what he made me
Thanks be for me to be a child of God, call me his baby.
It's Biblical safety that he gave me, to be walking on gold
And oh, the gates made of a single pearl as he told,
So behold the glory that nonbelievers can't comprehend
For all of them, trust in science that changes without end
Amen. God's words consistent and science can't disprove it.
Call us dumb cause they don't understand how to use it.
They refuse it, the power of the Holy Spirit when it thrives.
They can say that we're fake but my faith won't be denied
Catching vapors off this paper, high off the Holy Scriptures
Painting a vivid picture, you'll feel his gospel when it hits Ya.
Did it getcha, I pray that it did, there's reason behind it
Cause it's not for the pure at heart, but those in sin.
And let the church say "Amen"
Categories:
overeat, baptism, christian, faith, gospel,
Form:
Free verse
And so it begins … my crew will over treat themselves to ample chocolate for I have just stuffed our pantry sweetly-full again:
No one will know why the stocked, offered sweets, meant to last
about a week were otherwise offed before two full days passed;
All will be equally mute and dumb about sweet crumbs in play
room, den, beds, and chocolate lint-hit debris I find in pockets;
No one will claim a food mess made and left to be discovered,
no, they will all blame pals, fictitious gerbils and each other;
When a sweet ingredient vanishes that I bought for a recipe,
no family peep will be able to describe or imagine its demise;
and, despite my threat of live yard burial, they take my choc favs
that are small, round and perfectly top off their chocolate cereal.
I have a good-sized, hidden, box with drawers full of the best stuff.
Looking thru cleaning products would be conduct void of any profit
so, I am confident my stash, by child or spouse, will never be found.
I often hide in my closet to suck or chew my way to chocolate heaven.
When eat-hiding, I cuss about my kids lack of any mature desires
raring to thread a needle of ambition to sew up some consideration.
All of my offspring take after their Dad; they are myopic and episodic.
They overeat, overly zoned out on electronics like lab rats on narcotics.
Categories:
overeat, anxiety, candy, chocolate, conflict,
Form:
Free verse
Recovery may be needed after going through many difficult storms,
Dysfunction can be performed in many different forms,
Some may cope with drugs,
Others may suffer from the impact of a child never being hugged,
Many work so much they never stand still,
While others simply get stressed out and take several pills,
Some overeat to stuff their emotions down,
While others partake in getting drunk when no one else is around,
Some are less subtle and may secretly self-abuse,
Cutting, picking and inflicting pain hiding all they bruise
Some get into bad relationships because of low self-esteem,
While others live a life where all they do is constantly clean,
Whatever you need recovery from its important to know you’re not alone,
Many people are stuck in cycles and never have been shown,
They forget to be honest with themselves and those who truly care,
Afraid that they will be judged, pointed at and never be repaired,
Many live in bondage all alone inside,
Spend their existence always having to hide,
So many people would be saved from an early grave,
If we learned in life to stop and listen,
Find out what we are really missing,
Some people won’t seem to budge
We forget to let God be the real judge,
Embrace a friend or even a stranger
Help someone that’s in some sort of danger,
The power of just one person embracing others,
Can change the world for another.
By: sabina
Categories:
overeat, inspirational, life, recovery from...,
Form:
Couplet
Can't get to sleep
Wake up too late
Afternoon snooze
Mealtimes confused
Yet when I get up early
All day I'm surly
Overeat, stuff my face
I'm in a bad place...
What? You're jealous of me
'Cos I sleep 'til 9:33
And at breakfast I tarry
Over waffles with blueberries
Well then! Life's not so bad after all
~ Didn't realize I was having a ball
Categories:
overeat, food, fun, retirement, sleep,
Form:
Couplet