Feeds Poems - Poems about Feeds

The world feeds on tragedy, with an insatiable hunger for misfortune, They demand confessions, not out of care, but to dissect and devour the soul, When I reveal my pain, their eyes become glassy with disgust, And their pity drips like acid on my open and bleeding wounds. Perhaps that's why I've made my sadness a "nameless grave," A place...

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As a father feels his children's plight and feeds their hunger. You felt the need of the crowd and fed them with word-wonder. Clouds of helplessness within disciples seemed to wander. You could see Father and Spirit smiling, not so yonder Bread and fish were less. Your heart, yet, like the cosmos, was broad. Though your Abba was always with...

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Bow down to the better than thous All us treated like sheep and cows Corralled and penned and strapped inside While those on high just break our pride Whether you're a son or daughter Prepare yourself for the slaughter We're all the same to those that bleeds us It's time to bite the hand that feeds us...

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The Story Of The Cruel And Dark Queen That Feeds On Souls She that exists to eat innocent souls and this world's vast wealth A dark goddess, splaying her straggly long hair with wilted roses Pretty, brazen, wickedly heartless and damn to hell soulless Even far more beautiful, glowingly fair than is Lamia Artists and poets seek words to describe...

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Like a sparrow my Father again so feeds me Like the wind my Father again yet fills me With His heavenly breath He fills life into me my lungs The breath of Life.......He gives us all Sings so exuberantly The energy around me surrounds me so beautifully I am so welcomed in HIM my Father, God feeds me The ants on...

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one male and female cardinals sit on the fence.... bird feeder nearby male cardinal brings seeds fast female takes them to the nest ...

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When frights are most appealing than sunshine. That puts a stop to any remaining hope to shine. Hell's dogs will wait with their terrifying teeth. while a deadly famine swallowed them underneath. When the sky is coated by a thick veil of darkness. Covered a soul wailing with apathy and madness. And that's what the stud horizon curves around. A rainy, gloomy...

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While her garden plants she pruned Often unrestrainedly crooned: Come her much loved month of June, Mostly, when it far noon... You hear her when rules The Moon Or if Summer should be soon Peaceful voice that feeds like spoon; She had long mastered Gay Tune, As Deserts had Sand Dunes And a War Theatre Bombs ruins The voice that feeds A Boon Ears that...

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The hand that feeds What does it take to force a bite Words? Insults given or anger raised Derision, laughter, unrelenting, no end Or pain, sharp, sudden, all a deep hurt Each in it’s own way an assault Backed up, corners reached, no escape No turning place, no running space Forced to face the moment Options gone, alone, frozen No flight and so fight rears...

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Barren fields of November Corn stalks ragged broken soldiers bleak beauty stripped of green Beige bones on autumn's carpet Margins of daylight that disappear blending frost to the pinched ground Corrosive...

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Mama vise-grip had but two meals left for her little baby brights. Her wrenches were beak up, waiting for her to do the right thing. Being a mama, she knew she had to give them the last two bites. They gulped down their meal eagerly and began to happily sing. Our mama vise-grip is the best, long...

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“Do you like yabbies?” Barry asked. I replied “Are you sick! I’d just like to ask you; now is the Pope a Catholic?” … So we headed off across the ranges, where Barry’s cousin Ray, had a dam that’s full of them on a property near Yea. There’s no sophisticated fishing gear that we needed to get. Just a stocking,...

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Lucifer And the Cunning Bowl Woe's He Feeds to Unsaved Souls- Lucifer came by He looked into my eyes He offer me a cup full of woe Poured it into a bowl Whose bowl is that? I think I know. Its owner is quite sad though. It really is a tale of woe, I watch him frown. I cry hello. He gives his...

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My job was to set up ten mentors for my children at my school. I set up sixteen. The training was after school yesterday and thirteen showed up. One was excused, one could not stay because she had a lung appointment, and one said they would take training another time. Too bad they missed it, as they missed...

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Despite our own struggles inner and outer, visible and invisible Let’s go on, loving, caring, making a difference In our families, communities and cities where feasible Whether in reference to their struggles or during a conference To eat caviar, drink champagne or discuss how to mitigate The plight of the voiceless, the choiceless, the hapless On whom fate has heaped hunger...

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