Hungrily Poems | Examples

Dough Dash

With my computer in hand, out the door I dash....
To other people's doors for cash

Picking up to drop off,
Then swiftly to the next stop

Dashing, Grubhubbing, and Ubering galore,
In a sputtering economy, lent-filled pockets I really abhor

Rapacious eyes peruse desktops, tablets, and smartphones for eye-catching menus
Man's incessant search for comfort and convenience hungrily continues

Picking up to drop off,
Then swiftly to the next stop 

Dashing, dashing past drive-thrus and beyond dining rooms
Now a fresh and different energy looms

A mad dash for cash

Dough dashing...
Dashing for MO'
So, out my door 
I GO

To contactless drop-offs and no eye contact, all spawned from a digital transaction
Distant, yet so close, is this human interaction

A mad dash for cash 

Dough dashing...
Dashing for MO'
So, out my door
I GO

I HEARD DEATH WHISPERING MY NAME

In the shallows of junkyard avenue
Where fiery-red stallions are mounted by devils
And desolation is your last cigarette

I staggered from the weight of her kiss
As distant cannons sounded
And angels sought shelter
Fear is often the lonesome traveler
And I drank from her cup, hungrily, thirsty

She was my sustenance, my manna from heaven
And I courted her with both wine and sweet song
I lived in her dead embrace
And never tired of her hot breath on my flesh

A man can bookmark his soul with a thousand
wounds
Yet never own a dream
I left her a rose and words that I can no longer
remember
In the hidden places; on the darkest of nights
She whispers still

Urban Slab

some level of falling from grace happens in slab city
its twisted humanity
when kindness stops being nornal
when green crusaders are dismissed, unseen
like burying waste in landfill

city of slab-stick
where we live normal lives within shuttered malls
affluence superimposed on poverty
can anything mellow us
with nature clotted under sprawl?

breeding, feeding, receding 
within plated walls
unable to bend the city to one's own wishing
to carry on with things just as they are
slabs pinned to the ceiling of mind

sometimes shutters open
to sun-dappled streaks on slab walkways
what are we to make of the dandelion in the crack?
a dark energy blooming between comfort and chaos

maybe we can piggyback on the hope of others
when small acts radiate
like children who empty their piggy-banks to charity
or laugh in summers of safe places

towers girdle the city 
midst what we crave for but can't always name
in our stash of consumer baubles 
urges like a swollen river
our weak stock options that never find a ladder

in the meantime we tread on  -  hungrily

Untitled

cool long green carpet
walking bare foot through the grass
ticks hungrily wait

Halloween Hangover

Unsettling it was
came from where
I did not know,
the jagged claw upon 
my chamber floor

so near the cot
where I nightly lay,
have dreamed so snug
feeling quite secure,

sharpest at the edges

capable of tearing flesh
and bone, my innards
deep

how could this hideous
thing unbeknownst stealthily 
creep -- 

perhaps always near
I shuddered to think

somewhere attached to
my spirit long ago -- a
thought too repugnant 
I did not want to hear it

from my troubled mind
hastened I to clear it

hungrily latched-on to my
soul, I prayed desperately
to be free of it

confronting my 
original abomination --

Gift of Recovery

The gift of recovery, 
Full of discovery,
Healthy and hungrily, 
Hunts by the heart.

Restoring our senses,
By jumping our fences,                                                                                 
And breaking the boundaries,
That keep us apart.

The joy of creation,
Defies explanation, 
But offers true meaning,
In life as in love.

The light from within us,
May serve to begin us,
When coupled with caring,
And doubled by love.

The rain and the thunder,
Are frightening down under,
But why should we sunder,
The strength of a pair,

The story of winning,
Is made for beginning,
The start of each inning,
With talent to spare.

Third Base

Love bites took me to a new place
 tiny teeth marks I can't erase;
Laid back you looked for my entrance,
 passing third base, passing third base;

Hungrily you nipped at my soul, 
ripped the lace of my camisole;
Whispered on my skin 'Keep control..
stay in your role, stay in your role.

The Classroom's Bloom

In our school, there's a bustling classroom
with eager minds that shine and zoom
through lessons, one by
one, reaching high.
From a teacher's
nurturing care,
knowledge
sprouts
and
grows.

In this learning tree, young ideas
cover notebooks and whiteboards
with bright, fresh concepts.
They are powerful;
even the shy and
hesitant start
to share
their
thoughts.

The classroom hums with curiosity,
questions bloom like spring flowers,
minds opening to new worlds.
Students feed on wisdom,
hungrily plucking
insights from
the tree of
learning.

Storms Will Pass

"over the waters blue the night winds sigh,
    The breakers roar... " Lord Byron  

"Over the waters blue the night winds sigh
The breakers roar..." Waves collapse before my eyes.
I catch my breath, looking up at the sky,
I express deep awe; The glory replies -
The breeze whispers softly in my ears.
Tenderly, it dries away my tears.
The glittering moon distracts from fears.
It guides the night til each new day nears.

Out on the ocean sailing alone
The ship, though sturdy, is not like home.
The silver-black sea, I venture, I roam.
A storm now approaches! I'm tossed and thrown.
Great monstrous clouds gather ominously!
Wavey tongues taste this ship hungrily!
The appetite swells in the restless sea.
Will shipwreck result? What catastrophe!

The storm dies down with a slow, long hiss.
A new day begins in golden bliss.
"Over the waters blue the night winds sigh
The breakers roar..." Chant the seagulls near by.

The old apple tree

It was pruned in Autumn  
now we can see new growth, 
New buds replacing old ones
Its too early for it to flower yet.

For the time being it will grow
and form new spurs to bear apples.
Leaves will appear in brilliant green
hiding from sight the robins nest.

There will be baby robins once more
with their blue breasts at first.
Gobbling up grubs hungrily
also fat balls and seeds.

Now the apple blossom spring's into life
delicate sprays of high perfume.
Vibrant colours decorate branches
once more life has come back.

The old tree will bear abundant fruits
in September fat large apples 
will be ready to harvest and
the old brambly tree has fulfilled expectations

Morning Fire

She rises amidst the morning fire
Longing for the dreadful desire 
Longing and lonely as a star mourning
Again and again she desires
She desires as much as fire
Fire upon fire hungrily stands
Outstretched in columns
It descends, swooping overhead
Outstretched beyond it’s limits
She apprehends and condemns
The utmost decision;
She befriends.

Amiss a World of Violence

Amiss a world of violence with hate and greed strong
I withdraw within my earthen mound refusing to belong
Evil's ugly face embedded into men's souls
the wickedness they gleefully in pale they hungrily show
Mutilate children and wars for profits greed
those who speak against it are blamed for the deeds
A new world order for the richest one percent
paid by starving masses they taunt and forget
The earth bleeding with technology as a god
love evaporating in the sunlight with the fog
Mass media reports nothing but only spreads hate
only one view announce never allow debate
Stop the growth of food let them eat themselves
do not use real energy go green for it is pelf
No justice or morals or laws of any kind
mocking the victims celebrating the crime
Harvest the organs of the unborn and very poor
the rich class lives forever they must endure
A new world religion feels very very old
Lucifer rules the world his bloody crown of gold
Enough I shelter into the earth's womb
underground peace I found buried in my tomb.

In the Dark

The sunset clouds are pinks and greys
in tattered strips, in rips and frays,
in feathered flight at end of days,
in summer skies that fill my gaze.

And in the pines beside the sea
a hundred birds talk endlessly
and shooshing waves lap hungrily
as we eat fish and chips for tea.

Before the day turned into night
the pinks were burned by dying light.
The birds were still, the moon was slight
when day had gone and it was night.

And then my eyes could hardly see
the scenery in front of me.

Forbidden Zone

Honey Locust Trees, perched precariously on
Ledges lost amid ruptured chasms of evil
Ant hills, protruding fistfuls of grapefruit-sized
Giant ants suffering remnants within sight of 
Chernobyl, in the Ukraine forbidden zone;
Seemingly immune to the poisonous pods;
 Literally dripping heavy ants clinging to juicy,
Waxy seeds as they climb and fall over each
Other feasting on spandrel sins denied by silver
Palaces adorned with backroom deals and
Shady hats glittering with guava-glazed
Toasted pecans, spun with rain-soaked
Clumps of blue spirulina hungrily engulfed
By the living dead...

Enrobed

                   In

                      Pock-marked

                                             Palladium

Climate Change

Like a puppy dog, young winter
playfully nips at wrists and ankles.

Mild mannered winds
have cool moods now,
at night they sulk and sink
to the foot of the bed
where only yesterday
your feet glowed like a clowns nose.

You sleep not, not even in socks
and it sucks.
By dawns early light
young winter is no more,
in its place is a snarly
winter wolf

and though it is early,
even for breakfast.
you hungrily fix yourself
a double cheeseburger
and of course
another for the werewolf

that is now
howling at the front door.

• Short Hungrily Poems
• Famous Hungrily Poems
• Best Hungrily Poems
• Read Hungrily Poems
• Long Hungrily Poems
• Hungrily Quotes