Feast Poems - Poems about Feast

At midnight, deep beneath D.C.'s pride, A tunnel breathed secrets the daylight hides. Pennsylvania Avenue—so clean, so grand— But under its bones lies a cursed land. Dark suits walk halls soaked in red, A velvet silence where the truth lies dead. The walls pulse with symbols from ages old, Carved by hands both cruel and cold. Fridges hum like funeral songs, Storing innocence stolen...

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amongst the excitement of nature's bounty summer beckons and a feast awaits whilst the sun sets the stage for two lovers...

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I saw magical faeries. Tripping in and around Sparkling wings shining In the dazzling sunbeams That transversally filtered Through the mighty beeches Of a Bavarian forest. A royal feast proclaimed. The mighty Queen arrived. And took her place on a throne In a prominent part of the glen. Sumptuous abundant delicacies Appeared out of nowhere, Cheeses and pixie pears, And saffron flavoured cakes, Plus, milk laced with...

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Walls breathe insistent hunger, red as the inside of a split pomegranate, richer still where the tallow has melted, slick as the fat from a burnt offering. Scarpia does not eat. He savors—sounds of gristle snapping in the next room— —low, wet gasps— body writhing beneath unseen hands, a melody of muscle breaking. Tosca stands, spine locked, as he drinks from a goblet brimming...

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It was the Holy Spirit's revelation to the Lord's Help You Tube Channel, that on June 22,2025, America was going to be attacked. And because America has largely turned it's back on God, He was going to allow this attack. Americans will be suffering like they never had suffered before but because of their suffering--they...

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Spotted coat, sharp teeth, Cackles break the night's dark hush, Wild pack's hungry hunt. ©bfa030825 ...

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carnival bodies interacting impulsive ...

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In rare gustation dine we here tonight! For you, my feast; for me, your pleasant sight! And for them both, I raise my glass to cheer: Let all that’s sober end before the year! Let music, wine and wantonness prevail! Let revelry erase the dry and stale! And light your mortal youth that burns so strong, For I, the God of Wine,...

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We have hungerly kissed lovely, lifeless corpses when eating plants and animals, which daily nourish our bodies. But do we pay our proper respects to those dearly departed...

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The feast......

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## The Feast They gather in the shadowed corners of my mind, A ravenous horde, their forms undefined. Not flesh and bone, but whispers sharp and cold, They gnaw at peace, and stories left untold. Doubt, the gaunt hound, with eyes that never blink, He sniffs at joy, and leaves a bitter stink. Anxiety, the spider, spins her silken snare, Trapping my breath,...

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Corruption reigns while silence is served. We hone their knives with indifference, keep polishing their plates with our fatigue. The reckless and the cruel— they feast well, for the tables are laid. A democracy isn’t taken; it’s surrendered, a napkin at a time. We end the banquet by taking the plates away....

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Thank you Almighty Great God for giving US This extraordinarily blessed and gleeful holiday The turkeys are being fried, baked or roasted The cranberry sauce is protected from the snow dust The children are happy because their stomach Will be plentifully filled up with healthy food Cakes and ice cream will put everyone in a great mood The homeless will be feasting...

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I'm neither talking about the turkey Who’s running for President Nor the one which is a country Now embroiled And roiled in turmoil I am talking about the huge pheasant That we all like to fest on the last Thursday Of November every year, and on New Year’s Day. I can’t wait to enjoy its thighs and wings I can’t wait afterwards to make...

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another ceasefire another ceasefire it won't last long it'll hold until weapons are replenished wounds are patched the tongues of the blood puppets are refreshed another ceasefire another ceasefire it won't last long neither side thinks that the other belongs if there is a god then we're all god's children and we all belong if there is no god then we're all orphans and nobody belongs either way the universe doesn't care. make war unprofitable then...

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