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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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.   ...

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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...

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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...

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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......

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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...

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My voice surrounds you at all times, yet you don’t ever reply
Does my presence alarm your soul? Does my proximity make you cry?

It’s cute how you snore so softly
You toss and turn a lot though
You still sleep with your nightlight on
What? You thought I wouldn’t...

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Starving the monster in the hole,
anger is hot, spite is cold.
The walls are bare and they're thin.
They won't stop the outside coming in.
 
Rabbits can speculate.
Turtles must hedge.
Move quick, never guess, trust no one.
Cross the finish line alone.
 
Straining to hear the world about,
day by...

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