Best Starved Poems
Affection appears in many different ways..
A caress..
A warm embrace...
A kiss..
Holding hands..
Arms wrapped around one's shoulder..
Loving warm smile..
Distributing unconditional love..
Starved for affection I am..
Child I was..
Abundance of food existed..
Lack of affection existed..
As I hungered for affection..
Unwanted I felt..
Lost in my own reality..
Feeling unloved..
A caress
Warm embraces..
Kisses..
Holding hands..
Was indeed many of my fantasies..
Day dreams often flowed..
From childhood..
To adulthood..
Starvation of affection it was..
Wholeness I only imagined..
Since lack of wholeness there was..
It was a lovely hot summer's day..
Scorching hot sun..
With a gentle breeze..
I was walking on the beach..
The hot sand covering my toes..
Feeling the grittiness of the sand..
Upon both my feet..
A man..
Handsome ..
Accompanied by an amazing, loving, warm, genuine, smile..
Approaches me..
The rest is history..
Starved for affection ..
No more..
As I have found the love of my life..
A lifetime of embraces we will have..
Now I have a beautiful child..
My child..
Shall always receive an abundance of affection..
No limitations apply ..
Categories:
starved, sad, uplifting,
Form:
Free verse
Let's take the world as it began. First, there
was Earth, animals, and then man. Let's finish
this case: then came the human race--people of
the human face. Where did all these human laws
come from? They came from them who are us,
along with fun.
Then came sex to complete the human deck,
given to life to promote more of it. Sex is not
only a physical thing. Sex is a feeling that's in
every human being.
Be you straight or gay, sex is as real as night,
love and day. There was a time when the same
sex made love under the heavenly stars above.
This was before the laws of man; it happened
over and over again. And, of course, there
was sex between man and woman or wife.
Who made the laws of what's wrong and what's
right? What was the issue what was the fight? If it
was right then, then why is it not right now? Laws
were made by who where, when, why, and how?
Okay, no answer needed for that. Let's go to where
it's really at.
The ***** gives life and gives love; it was given to man
from God above. Well man needs love, like woman too.
Maybe that's what the ***** was made to do. This may
knock you on the floor. Perhaps the ***** is the key that
opens the locks to love's door. Perhaps some men can't
feel love before it is felt. Just think about that to yourself.
And maybe the same goes for woman too, except
they can also make babies too. When this is put into
context;makes one wonder what comes next? Well, the
world seems to lack the love it needs, instead there's
hatred, pain, suffering and greed.
They say God is love and love is God; without that love
the world gets odd. Now, I'm not saying what's right or
what's wrong. I may be asking the question, where has
love gone? Very little of it exists today. Maybe it's because
we have not allowed the other way.
Man is master under the sun; he controls what is and
is not done. But what happens when man has lost himself?
His suffering is felt by everyone else. Now, in the beginning,
there were straight and gay. Why can't it still be the same way?
Some may say the animals in nature don't do that,
but you are not a dog or a cat. Humans are on a higher
plane, animals and man are not the same. Maybe some
men do need love from another. Then it's good if that
love brings a love-starved world together.
Categories:
starved, society,
Form:
Free verse
Desire coursing through my veins,
Blazing a trail through my sex-starved body.
Thought-patterns cease in my brain,
And a feral hunger dwells within my eyes.
This primal urge, this unslaked lust,
Takes control of my heated blood.
I burn like I'm about to self-combust,
As this fire consumes my body and soul.
This hunger for you I cannot deny,
Nor do I want to quench this thirst.
Take me baby, take me high,
And we shall plummet to the depths of Hell.
Desire coursing through my veins,
Blazing a trail through my sex-starved body...
Categories:
starved, passion, me,
Form:
Rhyme
On this peaceful land where we live comfortably
with the neighboring villagers sharing the sun and moon,
stars and clouds, winds and waters, rains and snows;
we sow the seeds on the field, wander in the wilderness
to spot the games to hunt in the changing colors of the flowers
in the time of bloom and fruit and revolving seasons
One day, from the east, crossing over the great sea,
the white feathered gluttonous bird flew into this peaceful land
and took our land by force; the bird cruelly pecked us with his avaricious beak, cold-heartedly tore us with his sharp talons, kept pushing and shoving us eastward, and this vicious cycle drove us into tribal wars and at last, Illini
to extinct.
And this moaning butte throwing its shadow on the water
atop of encircling cliffs is the Starved Rock, the site where
the great tragedy took place, all Illini tribesmen lost their lives.
The water of the Illinois River mixed with the tears of the people
who lost everything in the east via this legion for further west,
now moans to ease the spirit of Illini wandering around
the Staved Rock, which is still hungry, in the evening glow
as a soundless requiem.
The water flows embracing sorrowful Rock where:
the mother jumped into the water holding her beloved child,
the village elders who collapsed while upholding tribal pride
followed by the war cry of the warriors who grabbed tomahawk and fought but, alas, fell to enemy’s hand, now is telling the story of their last day
it becomes whirlpool in the very middle of the water.
When the streams small and large come together the following paths
meet and form a pool on the top of this lonely butte on the other side of the river, and dashes into the basin of the waterfall;
some of them fall rapidly into the steep ravine with heartrending cries
some of them drift like slow moving time in deep sorrow
some of them descend to the rocks of level stratum one by one
singing a funeral dirge.
The spirit of Illini drifting along the river
carrying so many sad stories touches the tourists’
heart; stepping on the site of the tragedy
makes tears stand to casual sightseers;
the grief-stricken stories raise the ripples in the river
and leaves a lingering imagery in the eyes and ears of the travelers
Categories:
starved, america, pain, people, river,
Form:
Narrative
fear is a starved lion
daily feeding on hearts
of the cowardly men
but the meal so eaten
does not get finished
flesh continues to grow
bones crack, never split
blood does not overflow
but the cowardly men
die each day of the meal
Categories:
starved, fear, metaphor,
Form:
Imagism
as travelers do
i searched for food
drifts of snow
i fought my way through
i came to a cabin
deep in the woods
i knocked politely
as any man should
there came no answer
nobody is home
i walked inside
feeling ever alone
a loaf of bread
don't mind if i do
my taste buds ignite
and just as i chew
the shot rang out
i hit the floor
the blood ran thick
I'm hungry no more
my body went numb
now i cant see
from starved, to death
there's no saving me
Categories:
starved, death,
Form:
Rhyme
My truck is almost full
of birds , that have risked
their last migration
for a journey to the planet mercury.
So fell from the sky
a ton of fried chickens.
I won't have to swing my fork
in the stars,
nor to plant my fingers
in the electrical socket,
there will still be some time
before I starved to death.
RC
initially written in french
- Mon camion est presque plein
d'oiseaux qui se sont risqués
dans leur dernière migration
pour la planète mercure.
Ainsi, est tombé du ciel
une tonne de poulets frits.
Je n'aurai pas à balancer ma fourche
dans les étoiles,
ni à planter mes doigts
dans la prise électrique,
il se passera encore un peu de temps
avant que je ne meure de faim.
-
Categories:
starved, cheer up, dedication, food,
Form:
Free verse
If love is a hunger.Then my heart is
empty.The pains run deeper then
the pacific ocean floor.So many
lovers my heart feels like a revolving
door.I ask my mother to feed me
cause i hunger for her love .She
gave me the left over scraps from
my sisters and brother.barely
enough to stop the pain.I ask my
father to feed me and he only feeds
my mother ,and when he
remembers that I have no love he
says hes fresh out.I asked my
husband to feed me .But he cant
even make food.He gives me a
dinner mint of lust .It disappears as
soon as it touches my
lips.Countless lovers taking from an
already starved heart. The inner
parts of my heart consumed by the
love given but never received.My
heart is just and empty hollow lining
.So empty the hunger pains can
never be felt again.
Categories:
starved, dark, depression, introspection, life,
Form:
Couplet
Shut mine eyes and close my throat
Cut from me my senses
Maybe then my parting note
Will drift back through my defenses
Cut out my thoughts and burn my heart
Amygdala starved and drowned
Maybe then I’ll wait to part
If first I bathe in silent sound
Static, static, no reception
When all seems quite lost
My shining eyes for your deception
Buried in warm frost
Categories:
starved, anxiety, identity, sad, solitude,
Form:
Quatrain
I
am the
short, scrawny
girl who hides out
on the cliff looking
back with envy at World
who always delicately
fed themselves with golden spoons with
serving processed foods- steamed and fatty.
They don't know I'm like rat stealing their trash.
Categories:
starved, food
Form:
Etheree
Matted, framed, feathered and tarred
On display, I am permanently scarred.
No misunderstanding or optical illusion
My gallery heart begs for love’s intrusion.
Categories:
starved, lost love, love, sad,
Form:
Free verse
The eyes were constantly searching,
Searching for the food to quench the appetite.
But the stony passers were ignoring
the hungry mouths, imagining of a bite.
Poverty has become an antagonist,
In the story of starved stomachs.
Each character and himself the protagonist
Just thinks and their thumbs they sucks.
The eyes shed bitter tears
And their hearts complained to the Lord,
"O Almighty! Are we lacking in prayers
or had done the deeds so abhorred?"
Unbeatable crying, but still lives the hope
And it will live until breaks the life's rope.
Categories:
starved, god, humanity, poverty, sad,
Form:
Sonnet
my heart has been broke and bruised
By my own family iv been abused
There is more hate than love in the house
Happiness is just word that i know
but the feeling is treasure i cant seem to get
Every fault and wrong falls on my head
I spend my days in my room on my bed
wishing i could they would one day find me dead
I have a purpose and goal i have to achieve
The idea of death is then pushed away
i am going to spread my wings in fly with the birds
Categories:
starved, depression,
Form:
Free verse
The unkindest of human dread
That hits men 'pon this heart-less earth,
Not of flesh made nor is blood red—
But being left to live in dearth.
Faults of flesh can well be treated,
If not cured, alleviated,
But man no hospital has made
To cure the pain of loneliness,
Nor has medicines invented
For despair, nor for hopelessness,
Many a man has died for bread—
For a mere morsel, roof above,
Jaundiced when get heads, hearts jaded,
More die starved for mere scraps of love.
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This sonnet has tetrachords instead of the usual pentameter.
The lines are iambic as usual.
Sonnets | 07.12.08 |
Categories:
starved, humanity, love, world,
Form:
Sonnet
I'm exhausted, tired, and dizzy
from all the yelling
g about my life and who's in it
does it deserve to be starved?
starved from being call hideous names
s that still surface a nobody
love turn into lust and lust killed with the vengeance of hate
that past experiences always block what I am doing in life now
memories of me being in fear
r of moving gestures
s that made me jump into a frenzy
strong eyes and determination pulled me back from death....
Examine my inner self I chose to be full. full of life lessions of experience , positive
or negative....with a so called ugly and fictitious soul, I bring out the handsome poet
that will always be full in my eyes!!!
Categories:
starved, life, me, life, lust,
Form: