Best Underweight Poems

We’re complaining about life and throwing food away,
But there’s nearly 800 million people going hungry in the world today.
Over 150 million children involved in child labour worldwide,
And Innocent people are being killed right now due to genocide.
More than 80 million working in hazardous conditions,
While women...

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Who’s that fellow that came, you know, what’s his name?
The one who was quite underweight
He came round last week, with a zit on his cheek
And he mended and painted our gate

Come on, you should know it was you had to show 
Him the things that...

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"Man's Will.....Woman's Ways"


It is said that Man has his Will,
and it is in one of two states!
It is strong and it is determined,
or it is weak and it's underweight!

But now, in comparison, 
where the Power sways,
Yes! 
Man may have his Will,
but 
a Woman has her...

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In England way back in the 18th century
“Pants” was considered a bad word
Probably coz it sounds like heavy breathing
In bedrooms it could often be heard

Ernest Wright once wrote a whole novel
Without using the letter “e”
Here's a question I'd sure like to ask
Which mental institution lives...

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black rotten salad shoved in between my lips 
It was always the poison or a kick in the hips 
I would’ve thrown it away but the witch caught my hand 
Took a fork and shoved it in; I still can’t understand 
Felt real sick all...

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Smoke drifts from the smokestacks
On dark and gloomy days
Just before the first rains of Summer
Crates are collected and stacked
And thrown onto the conveyor belt
So they may disappear into the fortress

A robot sings songs of yesteryear
And humans simply stand by and observe
Give these jeering men some...

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Most children are born without a care in the world
I was born to people who made me scared of the world 
Parents preferred alcohol so I was underweight and under built
Took into foster care because a bottle of vodka was more important to them than...

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Blue streets and withering weathers,
In the middle yet too far,
When near, the nemesis narrows not
A calm that your sweet air might mar
The sound of birthing silence, I wonder how how it feels.

Melodies of melting mountains mourning,
Free birds under the lush sky to blame
Astonishing symphonies fading...

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To my dearest,
On this day you turn thirteen, officially a teenager! This meaning you are on the very first stage of discovering yourself, your music tastes, your food preferences, your style of clothing and even having your own social circle. At this point, I have...

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THEY WERE SO EXCITED ABOUT GETTING A FOSTER CHILD.
CHILDREN CAN BE MILD OR  A LITTLE WILD.
FOR HER THEY LONGED,
BUT IN SO MANY WAYS SHE DIDN’T BELONG.
SHE WAS SAD ALL THE TIME
AND THEY DIDN’T KNOW WHY.
SHE WAS ALWAYS QUIET SO THE THOUGHT SHE WAS SHY.
KATIE...

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you must of have been a beautiful baby
for when I first became pregnate I didn't
want any children

with a tiny frame and underweight body
I was content with own self just being me
and now the biggest choice had to be dealt with

thru each doctor visit of getting...

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You might be filthy rich
Or even extremely poor.
Maybe you can't be serious
Or maybe just too mature.

You might get straight A's
Or flunk out of school.
You might act like an angel
Or maybe just plain cruel.

You might be a little heavy
Or a little underweight. 
Maybe you're heterosexual
Or not...

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side-effects of “civilized” idiocy

chronic western perpetual stress---
side-effect of the neon lit metropolis
side-effect of the wonderful illusion of “democracy”
side-effect of the dog-devour-dog reality of 
capitalism,
always growing stronger, always eliminating other forms
of life, always eliminating other ways of life,
always demanding to the population of the world that
this...

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I live, letting life’s events blow along with the wind; inhaling the scented, crisp breeze. I seldom sit down and question my purpose, instead I flow from the water which I arose from. Though the water, once cool and clear, has turned salty and bitter,...

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