Hungry Poems - Poems about Hungry

I did not hesitate. My blade, ever true, cut through the air toward his heart. But before it struck, he spoke a word I did not understand. The world twisted as if the very air had been wrung like a cloth soaked in water. A roar filled my ears, not the...

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at the table next to me rereading the menu blowing a very hungry wind...

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venus flytrap waits for the next insect to come for her next good meal...

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Your hands are silent executioners, each finger a hungry guillotine, Let them glide over me slowly, like penance flowing as a slow river, Let them cut every last fragment of restraint that still binds us, This is not seduction, but a butchery of desires hidden beneath the skin. I want your breath to be a burning pyre in the...

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A gnawing void, a hungry plea, A craving deep, I cannot see. My belly rumbles, a mournful sound, A phantom hunger, all around. Oh, man, can you feel this ache so deep? This yearning hunger, I cannot sleep. A phantom feast, a buffet's call, My empty stomach, standing tall. The wall before me, a tempting sight, A grand illusion, bathed in light. Not just any...

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

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I was born into a world that does not see me. My body tells the story of absence; The hollow of my stomach, The jagged outline of my ribs, My fur, patchy and damp. I learned quickly that to want is to be ignored, And to ache is to exist. As a puppy, I thought someone might see me. I thought if I...

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I want to grub like Shaggy and Scooby, To feast like kings—no morsel too unruly. A towering buffet, a calorie spree, A symphony of snacks calling to me. Imagine the plates they so bravely heap, Mountains of munchies, a flavor-rich sweep. Hot dogs stacked in a gravity-defying feat, Where every bite spells “legendary eat!” Pizzas with toppings that stretch the surreal, Taco shells cracking...

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Shall I compose a song with the flute, drums and bass guitar? Shall I sing the songs of my youth and exposed the truth? You see me standing over here trying to escape the omniscience fear, I have no clue how I got here, but I have one more day left before we do the final...

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I thought I was retired until given a bag of wild bird feed using my red bird bath I placed in a blue bowl full of the seed Not long and a lone sparrow flew into the bowl soon joined by a flock of them I sat and watch the show They would flutter about and land pecking their...

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REALITY HUNGRY When others’ joy is merely peering over the wall Those who relish real experiences, good and bad The taste of life’s disappointments is as bitter gall But for the lucky few, the best they’ve ever had Sometimes life can feel empty, like nothing at all There is always surplus time and room to be sad Perhaps by hitting the brakes...

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A lonely son beneath the lonely sun Knowing I’m the only one Lone Ranger with an empty gun Back to my cave when I am done Fire doesn’t warm my soul A dark abyss of gaping hole The wind is speaking in strange tongues And fleeing from my vapid lungs I am Jonah in the whale A one man crew manning the sail By myself...

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deer take over fields gobbling up farmers scraps then fade into woods...

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Lucious , the sources ae not clear: yet with all understanding of those things loved, I must mention a togetherness bound for marriage might only honey be sweeter! The "Tale of Love and Being Loved" Guided by the appreciation of trudology might he who wishes me, might speak the ills of poverty might I appreciate my havings more< Might I love in dusty...

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Power hungry and thirsty As the wolves lay In way for their prey But to their surprise The prey went another way And lived to see another day ...

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