Best Starving Poems
Watching from an old porch swing
An artist hangs from a string
Weaving without any hands
Carefully placing silk strands
With masterpiece on display
A tapestry, lace design
Up close observers must pay
Their life, on which she will dine
5-30-2018
by Daniel Turner
Israeli hostages and Gazans hollowed,
the dark cold cruelty of some in humankind.
Gray circles under frightened eyes,
bones protruding from fading frames.
Listless song of the starving,
grieving God. ~
There lies a land behind the smoke,
Where silence screams and hearts are broke
Where lullabies drown in bombs and drones
And cradles turn to shattered stones
Babies cry with lips so dry
No blood, no milk, no tear left to cry
No schoolbell rings, no hospital stands,
Just bones and ruins buried in the sand
They queue for crumbs and bleed for rice
A bottle of water, the price of life
Each has lost __ be it a child or spouse
a parent, a sibling or a shattered house
Then phosphorus rains on wrecked-out souls
To burn their skin to elevate their pains
And we the modern civilized race
Watch stage 5 famine take its place
What further war-crimes must I define
Palestine bleeds while the world stays blind
I wonder what your thinking, in your country far away
And what on earth possesses you to threaten mine today
You allow your people to starve, munitions they are first
While daily people starve to death and many die of thirst
Your father and grandfather should have taught you how to care
Instead they shared their legacy of treating people unfair
Many live in work camps with three generations or more
Simply because they disagreed, so now all must chore
You live in style above the rest, have people who adore
But deep down, I believe that each person longs for more
You teach hatred and despise my country each and every day
For freedom and free choice would take yours away
Your people follow in fear, like robots in a line
I wonder how long they will conform or will it be your time
More and more try to escape, or die instead of live
In a country such as yours that takes much more than it gives
Each building,statue, memorial you have to tell a tale
Of twisted truths and travesties instead they often fail
For freedom is what's needed in the country you call home
Grow food instead of opium,and leave the people alone
You have the power in your hands to change what was past
Hurry please before it's too late you must do it fast
Do not start a war in which more people will die
Because your father and grandfather started it with a lie.
My eyes will be held open
devouring all beauty imparts,
catching what I can each moment,
every glimmer of God’s art;
I will seize creation’s glory
in every vista in my sight
unveiling life in daylight,
letting go the fearful night.
Today is only seconds long
as apportioned by the clock;
I will relish every minute
leave my soul windows unlocked.
Yesterday is a memories’ book,
tomorrow’s sun may not surprise;
I will wring out every drop of joy
And feed my starving eyes.
Copyright, October 26, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
people look at me and they can't see...
because on the outside I look as healthy as can be...
but...I am not afraid to say, I am malnurished...
lately I have been deprived from the main nutrients in life...
I'm hungry for it...
although I've had snacks
woke up to breakfast..
and slept with dinners...
I didn't feel full...to say the least...
some1 offered to buy me lunch...
I told her she didn't have enough, she looked at me confused.
and I just left it at that, because since I've known her...a buffet is all she's offered me.
yeah...I've had some that cook for me...but they seem to always be missing the most important ingridients.
...I'll try all different spices...but I like to keep it mild...
I haven't had that full course in a while...
never make it to the dessert...
...so I guess I'll keep looking over the menu...
the menu that I've been reading until my head hurt's...
I need some food for my thoughts, some food for my latest heart condition...
I need to be replenished...and only true love can quench this thrist...
because I've been starving and my waitress is takin too long....
The starving artist and the penniless poet
No respect until their death and they know it
Such are the little things going unnoticed
People walking around looking out of focus
That’s when he writes, in the dead of night
Arranging the letters until they are right
Weaving words on the page like a spider’s silt
The tangled yarn of the crazy woman’s quilt
Meticulously, the artist forges a plan
Methodical and steady is the artist’s hand
Colors and shades so carefully placed
View it once and the image cannot be erased
Imprinted deep on the impressionable soul
Diamonds being crushed back into coal
Language gushing from an open vein
Bleeding out gallons of ordinary pain
The poets maybe poor but words make them wealthy
The artists may starve but their passion keeps them healthy
A lifetime supply of scribbled down lines
Reading humanity; interpreting the signs
The starving artist & the penniless poet
Know some things that others don’t know yet
Alleys strewn with endless trash...
Discarded needles as broken glass
Shopping carts, these cornerstones
Of make shift homes; enslaved lives
Beaten hearts, grime clad children
Running wild; adorning downtown
Parks while suits pass by and sirens
Wail rushing past a starving dog; lines
Endless forming at the courthouse
Another day to pay these tickets ?
Jury pools overflowing; save the city
A model for her nation and aspiring
As unemployment declines towards
Twenty percent; Congress special
Session called from their highrise
Views an emergency you find to feed
The rich and famous and take up arms
To fight the Light this plight they cry
Can't you see as the gavel falls; here here.
Starving mother
She (nature) is ever young
And beautiful
She (nature) gave' without a price
To pay
Upon her arms
Lies the secret of life
Starving mother
The earth has a daughter
She (nature) is the life of life
Yet she starve for her due
As our destruction now
Curse her bleed in places
Starving mother
The killing
The Hating
The isolation
As more evil we do
Make her restless
The love she gave
We don't adore
The life she bear
We don't care
starving mother
Civilised we say we are
Wars yet we can't stop
Educated we call ourselves
Yet love we lack among us
Our Religion not close
Yet to draw us closer to humanity
Once it was a peaceful planet
Not now any more
we let her (nature) aside
our ignorance curse us blind
Not to see our Mother Nature
So we are here
Yet on her arms
Lies the life we share
For this desire of ours
Is not inline with her (nature)
Not now so I wonder if it may
Tomorrow
Starving mother
Miles connect to miles makes
A journey and destination
The miles we are now
Is far ahead to connect us to
Nature
The choice of our journey
Is off track
The destination cures the earth
To shake while we let
Her (nature) empty
With our ignorance to our desire
The world is rule with a force
That forbid nature
Here it curse a mysteries
For we don't care
So our ignorance curse a
starving mother
Limerick : Once a Banker from starving Wall Street
Once a Banker from starving Wall Street
Craved for a mountain of juicy meat
So he hired King Kong
To play U. N. Ding-Dong
Now the World avidly kiss his feet.
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2013
Holding in her arms
A Starving child
His frail emaciated body
Bloated with hunger,
Indicts a world of greed.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2018. 15/10/18
feed this starving soul
give it sunshine
make it whole
absolve its need
free from greed
mankind's
rotting disease
plant the seed
grow selflessness
into a tree
love it's golden leaves
Copyright © 2009
When laughter leaves, the kindness that remains
is incidental to civility,
the bland politeness, the ability
to feign that graciousness is what sustains
when underneath, the captive anger reigns
and finding life in possibility
increases hope's invisibility
as once-firm knowledge of will's freedom wanes.
When years have passed in blind submission's care,
can passion reignite when backs unbend
and legs, long crumpled, learn at last to dance?
No fortitude (however sure) can bear
the pain of ancient wounds none cared to mend
that could be healed by but one loving glance.
Crouched in an alley
Cold unwelcoming cobblestone
Raindrops keep him half awake
Stayed up all night sipping coffee
Finishing touches to canvass of
Bluebird skies and sailing ships
Those holding umbrellas pass by
Look - and move on through
November's leaded skies...
Long article in the paper
this morning stops Tim from
gobbling his bacon and eggs.
Bears are starving in the woods.
Too many cubs, too little food.
There’s a plan to feed them.
But no plan yet to feed people
in the city nearby waving signs
about working for food.
Donal Mahoney