Gut Poems - Poems about Gut

On January’s bright and sunny afternoon, A son was born beneath a golden sun. But in my heart, as a mother I knew, Something hidden, not yet true. Through months of change, my thoughts would race, I studied, I questioned, I set my pace. Cardiac systems, blood and flow, My mind, a labyrinth, seeking to know. My gut, my instinct, soft yet loud, A...

Continue reading...

Reaction my gut reaction to your leaving is one of relief since your love for me is long dead ...

Continue reading...

My boyfriend was agitated Because I was constipated We'd be late for the game Of course I was to blame My butt hole's not dialated On and on he whined and waited Use of laxatives, debated In my gut it was stuck I could smell it... oh yuck Boyfriend getting more frustrated I could hear the game on the phone I said, "Go. Just leave me...

Continue reading...

The wind blows in any desired style Any day every once in a while, Man's comments to it are just a riffraff pile. The sun will give you some chilli sensation, With no fear for it needs to take no consultation From mankind whose whimperings cause no affliction. Yet you still worry about what they'll say When you know, they only speak...

Continue reading...

What you feel in your gut Can’t be called right or wrong For your gut’s where the strongest Emotions belong. Both your brain and your heart Filter feelings you hold, Which may soften or change Based on things you’ve been told. But your gut takes the kick And the way you react May determine if you Can survive it intact. With a poke from your...

Continue reading...

I don't have to explain myself I know my tasks I know my present I know my past I trust my thoughts I follow my gut I know when to talk and when to shut up. I don't need your opinion I don't need your attention I don't need your pity I don't need your protection this is my domain not your extension I've been always on my...

Continue reading...

#HEY, SAY... GIMME A GLASS OF ROOM TEMPERATURE WATER, FOR STARTERS...WITH A BRIGHT LEMON WEDGE, TO TAKE OFF THE EDGE! "IN FACT, MAKE THAT A DOUBLE!!" NO, I DON'T WANT NOTHING WITH FIZZ, NOTHING WITH FROTH... NO SCREWDRIVERS FOR ME, THAT MAY SET MY LIVER OFF... "SHIRLEY TEMPLES" OR "EASY LIVINGS" ARE BENEFIT PROPERTIES IN THOSE SPECIALTIES? THANKS FOR...

Continue reading...

I had my father's face his mouth and eyes his thin skinned heart. Though those features have melted and are smeared by old age. I sometimes wonder if he ever had my genetically maimed gut. He never knew me nor I him, but I carry my mother's pain her long gut-aching loss, but her loss and mine were never the same. You can't mend a loss you cannot name and...

Continue reading...

Go with your gut instinct Don't force communication Keep them short and succinct Don't fool your emotions They be alluring and distinct Doesn't mean there's a link If feeling a bit on edge Leave it on the ledge Ain't gotta make no pledge If they constantly make you think The feeling just ain't right Don't give it any fight Stay out of their...

Continue reading...

On that dark and dismal road just me and him. Inside me, something is screaming can you hear me will you hear me do you dare me weird, supernatural aura intangible, formless floating there in my gut scattered butterflies fluttering frenzied frantic in a dark deep barrel there is no escape. As we pass by each other he raise his hand, a threat. everything within me stopped silenced by...

Continue reading...

My loss led me to confront the consequences of my reckless emotions. For you are still clutching to my heart, stabbing into my soul like that of a dagger. Please let me go and live out my destiny... ...Our foretold fate....

Continue reading...

Courage to write Starts inside Trusting your cadence Your pain your smile Your anger your light Your sense (s) The gut that’s yours Inside, moving, Struggling through the blindness To move forward Towards your voice True, trusting, honest Start somewhere Start here Start now...

Continue reading...

Red balloons with clowns attached Lock your doors Keep the windows latched So many people Knocking at the door One, two, three, four, Ten or twelve or maybe more Disembodied voices Screaming in my head I found their bodies sleeping Underneath my bed Which I am now so far from But still they haunt my head There’s a man in the corner There’s a child on the...

Continue reading...

I took my junker to the body shop My belly poking out of my tank top Intake guy looked up from his laptop Sayin' ~ 'Your car or you, Pop?!'...

Continue reading...

Bearing the brunt of betrayal, his long-time lady lover leaves him for another flame. Surprisingly saying "I'm so sorry, Sam, we should start seeing other people" Broken by a brutal blindside out of nowhere. He couldn't comprehend the reason; the shock shook him like a loud trembling thunder shakes someone out in the rain Suddenly lovelorn, he's left wondering...

Continue reading...