Best Underfed Poems

Simple Poverty

I think that I was maybe three
When memories started following me
They called us poor and, I guess, we were -
These things will tell if...

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The Bishops bathe in Babylon
while Princes, prancing on the lawn,
watch Queen deflowered, pale and wan.
          ...

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You’re skin and bones, chick.
Compassion commands me stop, 
stare, on my path, where you sleep.
I see dryness, hear stillness, feel silence.

You’re skin and bones, chick.
Were...

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He heard commotion, "Well Land O'Goshen!! Whatever could it be?
It stirred his notions, and came invading, to wake his fading dreams
As he raised his head,...

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My first poem posted at Soup (it truly is one of my first poems 
since I enjoyed doing parodies of Christmas lyrics long before 
I...

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shot down and abused
misled and used
shed blood and felt pain
lose more than i gain
turned mad green and so sad blue
i can't help myself, so how...

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Hey blokes…do you really know what life is…?
Like living in the ghetto…any memories of Soweto…?
Maybe you can’t…make me a chant…
Yes…I know…because I grow…
In the streets…where...

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“From now on, I’ll be good, Mom,” my son said.
This came after not too few tears for him I'd shed.
It used to be once he...

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A friend—
not a good one, but a close one;
one that I couldn’t let go
If I could see you now, I don’t know what I would...

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I am reading my Resilience Systems Manual,
avidly,
like an underfed developer
hoping to strike gold
while laying healthy habitat foundations.

Today I see Community Resilience mention
Tipping Points,
dipolar appositional,
when exceeded...

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The ocean now looks the rain in the eye
Swelling with ego and pride
Humming and Hissing flows with the tide
Wrestling the ships and the boats
And laying...

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Bedraggled and grimy they hike from the tracks,
Fleeing the urban centers to the south.
Unsteady gaits and sun worn skin glow.
A young couple with a thin...

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Ball buster Fred wants the workers unfed,
and when his **** turns to clay,
reborn Karma says,
black in the face he will pray,
but his God wants him...

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rose, alluring red,

          loveliest indeed, but not to

        ...

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Hankering hordes of hungry hovering hawks haunt hoodoos in Utah. 
Underfed California condors cruise canyon cataracts for corpses.
Nesting, starving swallows swiftly search for slime and...

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