Fed Poems - Poems about Fed

Humans Fed to the Minotaur

There’s something in our entrails knows this dread.
You hear it scratching – that’s alarm enough.
That snorting half-suppressed, that flagstone scuffed,
a passing shadow of a massive head,
and we scent darkness, dark beyond the dead.
It hovers like Unreason. Does it know?
Canals of self-containment overflow,
like wits’ weak walls, at that approaching tread.
Our fingers, feeling for that flimsy thread,
Seem

I’m Fed Up with Being Nothing

I watch the wars that burn around us all and see nothing,
Behind cold walls of hate, the silence swallows up nothing.
The pain cries out in every corner, yet we hold nothing,
Our hands remain unmoving, frozen in cruel nothing.

We’ve lost our faces in a mirror cracked by endless nothing,
Forgotten how to reach for others—we give only

I fed my pride by killing loves, seeking refuge in the cold of my gaze

I fed my pride by killing loves, seeking refuge in the cold of my gaze,
And I accept the sentence of winter that embraces my soul with icy claws,
A jester to many, an inspiration to few, I was an actor on the gods' stage,
I comported myself both fearfully and nobly, seeking a truth hidden among the

When you are not fed love on a silver spoon you learn to lick it off knives

A silver spoon or a knife
They are both made out of metal
One showed strife 
The other one disguise as a skettle
The edges are sharp, the wounds are real
But they don’t hurt as much as feeling unlovable 
“I’ll do anything for you “ is all i want to hear
It got me doing the unthinkable 
I would

We are spoon-fed

We are spoon-fed by touch divine,
transmuting body-mind,
orchestrated by God’s design,
for those with love aligned.

As such, without excuse,
it’s up to us to choose,
the flavour of our muse.

By bliss beats led ~
We are spoon-fed

Fear Envy Denial FED

Being fed when corrupt 
agents gather junk sick 
fentanyl addicts functioning 
only by giving false confusion 
in exchange for a cup of 
coffee at Denny’s bus tickets 
from Alabama to Nashville 
to Chicago where informants 
are being tossed in front of 
moving cars faceless 
unrecognisable finally the 
ultimate what’s in the box 
it’s a human

i must'uv been breast fed

.

                 Top what hern exposed
                 top that swollen mound
              

futile to the fed

they call it our independence
we were never dependent 
they'll rape our only mothers
make us repent it 
they'll sell our land
and bomb us when we tent on it 
they'll condemn our freedom 
after forcing us to shoot for it

morals are futile to the fed
to the hungry
well,
different story


—Tony O'manachain

You cannot take the country out of a corn fed Iowa Girl

You cannot take the country out of a corn-fed Iowa girl
You cannot pull the straw out of her teeth
You cannot take the “yahs” and replace them with “yeses”.
You can try to pull her off the tractor, but she will not come easy.
You can try to get her to stop eating fresh sweet corn
But I would

Fed-up

   my horse

   knees buckling ~

     Hershey squirts

More Lies Said and Bull Fed

many more lies said
laid with women while in bed
more bull us has fed

was kind and thoughtful
a natural born nice guy
you would want to meet

Lincoln supported
by many he never knew
who would need much help

another rumor
Trump has been put to get us
many more sickos

death and destruction
buildings torn to pieces
losses and chaos

Spoon Fed Lies

The tears are bursting from my eyes

Still choking on your spoon fed lies

From scars and pains my heart has bled

No love remains from all you said

The cold indifference in your voice

Has left me now without a choice

Our chance to reconnect is gone

It's best for me to now move on

And though I know my mood is

Fed up

Fed up of giving everything I have and nothing in return. Feeling like affection is something I need to earn. 
I crave to cuddled to have his arms round me tight, a kiss on the forehead, a love letter, that’s how it’s supposed to be right ?
All these thoughts run through my head, sleeping alone

SWEET BREAD FED, THAT LED SWEETEST RECALL, BEYOND FALL

#IN THE ELEVENTH MONTH, ON THE ELEVENTH DAY, I WAS BLESSED TO AWAKE AND HONOR "A SPECIAL ANGEL" ON WHAT WOULD HAVE BEEN HER 81st. BIRTHDAY.
THIS IS THE SUNNIEST BRIGHTEST GRANDEST
DAY, GIFTED SO SWEETLY**I WISH TO SHARE MY CONVEY...ON THIS DOUBLE ONE, "SECOND TO NONE" FOR ME, SPIRITUAL EMPHATIC DAY!

On November 10, 2023. I traveled

Nectared Juices Fed-

 sweet is the nectar 
chosen you are a flower
 milkweed and aster
~
 favorite blossom
 preference "bee" popular 
pollinated plants
~
borage bee come in
 inside me lick access my
 nectar juices source
~
daisies water me
my patient honey bee year
round my coneflower
~
provide juice for me
ahh! the butterfly and bee
my Blackeye Susan
~
sweet is your nectar
 I love beyond your

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