Hunger Poems - Poems about Hunger

My sweetness, from you, my first meal, Exclusively for six. And for many more months after~ The grub that made me tick. You'd go hungry for me to eat. Still my tum begs for more What yours for days has been denied, For hunger there to roar. Empty tummy twirls blank your eyes, Then you fall down and faint. Still you rise just to find...

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I was born with a foreign hunger, inherited from the shadows of those who were, they placed a dream in my hand like a shining blade and told me to carve my future, but the metal rusted in my deep sleep, leaving me to waver on paths of mist, now I chase smoke through iron halls, where ambition...

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Poor people of our countries Poor people everywhere Poor people of Haiti People who are poor, disoriented, and crazy I will no longer say ‘poor Haiti’ Haiti is a country full of wealth Haiti, a country full of resources For others Haiti is a paradise and rich in resources For others Haiti is a country full of hypocrisy Of destitute, miserable and suffering peoples Haiti is...

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where have we gone wrong that it's right to let a child be homeless where have we gone wrong that people don't have enough to eat where have we gone wrong that we can't live in peace AP: 3rd place 2025 Posted on April 3, 2025...

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Word choices: Nouns - Yoke, Heart Verbs - Eclipse, Erase Adjectives - Tender, Cold Carrying...

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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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‘When you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives.’ - Lauren Eden ................................................................................. my pains depart not even when my tear glands d r y as sorrow remains my life’s most loyal friend it bothers not to knock before drawing near just since I was wrested away...

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There come those moments when men cease to be men And turn into dogs. Dogs that bite and dogs that whine; Dogs that lay Panting On top of you And infect you with their spilling saliva Dulled eyes full of starving thoughts of violence. They’re all so charming until you see the rabies in their mouths And their lips, Docked by their hunger Grinning like...

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Starvation is rendered flabbergasted when in tinge with a touch of reality, retaliating upon the mention of thee who shudders in a chair positioned so high only the clouds could reach it....

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You sockdologizing old man-trap long decayed where claws curl tight in dust and brittle bone your lies are hyenas dancing in the flame their jaws a rattle tearing flesh to stone their laughter cracks the silence and the name of truth that bleeds until the world has grown as hollow as the bones they gnaw upon each tooth a dagger that breaks...

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There was a day, I lost my way, Then I was young back in the day, I enjoyed that my aimless roam. Though I was many miles from home. I bothered less about the tears, How my absence would've caused fears ~ In the minds of my peers and rents; Though deep in my soul it torments. When hunger finally set in, Then I...

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Hunger overcomes My longing for you It makes me weak I have no power No strength to speak No appetite to take Makes my eyes blurred I don't like to move I like only to rest Love only to see the city lights....

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I like sesame seeds. They fall off my burger. Then get swept away. I used to have dreams of eating burgers. They are tasty. Waking up. Nothing in my breakfast is any good. You can’t eat maple seeds. They could kill you. Like a ghost could kill you. You think they are tasty. But they...

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Laid on my cold bed Teething, raw and primal To be mindless, to focus on what's inside. A closed door, yet God's eyes are piercing through. Sweat and tears run down, My thighs wet with tears, two petals spread open The night is potruding, my eyes are tired and dry Raw pleasure and drowning shame leaves a bittersweet aftertaste. Raw vulnerability, slicing open Yet...

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As my limbs grow feeble and now wobble, My old wish every new year, a manna, Easily reached by my legs that hobble. Brought to me like in the sacks of Santa. Though, no work deserves no pay as they say, But my muscles are just too weak to toil, Many more years, I wish my mind to stay. Let not hunger...

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