Best Stomach Poems

Oh, Poverty,
You merciless ruler of billions,
Your empire of want, across the globe
You have stretched
As 
In your unpitying passage,
No village
No town
No city
No nation
No continent is left
Unoccupied
By 
Your ruthless forces:  
Of suffering
Of Misery
Of agony  
Of despair, and
Of calamitous death.
-
The innumerable subjects of yours
Subjugated are
By
The powerful...

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I have measured my worth in halves—
half a plate, half a bite, half a person.
Chewing on numbers, swallowing silence,
practicing hunger like a shadow,
but it never fades.

Fullness is a cruel, suffocating weight.
A mistake lodged in my stomach,
a constant reminder that I don’t belong.
I press my hands...

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Annoying knot right in the pit
Of my stomach, please stop it!
You twist and churn with fear and dread
Echo voices in my head

Have you any clue who I am
What I'm up to as a man?
What's your job, why were you hired?
I think you suck, that's it,...

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Is this how it ends?
Alone I cry that this pain may end;
Each day brings more fear; 
Each sunrise I pray for a better day;
Afraid of the sunset as it marks the end;
Sunset as a reminder that everything has an end;
Afraid to close my eyes fearing...

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Unconsciously fatuous ;

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As the world turns
my stomach does too
knowing that all my children
are confused, unemployed
and young and restless
all the day through,
and my husband of 30 years
decided to leave me 
for someone younger,
says hes going through
a mid-life crisis,
what a bummer….
found out my best friend
Pam was in a traffic...

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Hotdogs without the skin is like unrequited love,
all sorts with no where to put it.

Bravery pig with no city to save,
chopped liver makes it the same.

Beef tenderloin
and it followed the stretch to the fryer.

Medium rare 
like it should be
but still not what it requires....

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I kept no watch nor waited for them to produce 
For I am the hunter because I’ve learned once 
Once 
From being the hunted 

From being the hunted 
the clown 
the object of fascination 

I kept no watch 
only contentment in my heart 
Compassion at...

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My stomach is a stadium
give it little food it quarrels
much food it beats drums
little food it complains loudly
no food it throws stones
it shouts at me after meals
blows trumpet when satisfied
and plays saxophone when excited
A stranger thinks it a stadium
Old Trafford Stadium is my stomach
where fans...

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She brushes her fingertips 

down her own skin and dreams of him

rising like a tide inside her,

his tongue between her teeth.

She waits for the stars to fall ripe into her palms,

and for the messiah.

She waits, heart in mouth,

for his breath against her bones....

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My dog's stomach sounded like a washing machine set on high and hot.
He was laying between my mother and me Off the couch,
but not because we told him to, the couch was too covered with stuff.
Pillows, a bag of knitting needles and yarn, technical devices,
strings...

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The Stomach/Depths of the Eye, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Le ventre de l’œil by T. Wignesan

Neither hither nor thither nor space nor time neither 
         height nor depth
Nothing
Nothing  without recoiling fold  nothing unheard of ...

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Here they go again swirling around in their unpredictable fashion
Millions of them all bright and happy!
If I had an enormous net I could not catch them all
They squirm and wiggle and consume my insides
Every single day since I met you in my dreams
Who can contain...

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I sit here with my mind in in a tangle and twist.
Wondering how in the world did it get like this.

My stomach is in a knot, and my heart is racing.
Hoping you're mine for the taking.

Your melodic laugh and dazzling eyes will be the death...

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Sung to the tune of:
            "He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother"



The spice was strong
The pasta was cooked too long
The garlic was everywhere, everywhere

And I know, meatballs were a big mistake


It laid heavy on my...

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