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Because He Beats Me
Back I go into the den of tears
Splashing them across my face
The ones I have shed before
The memories
Some I have saved for years I this horrid place
Standing still I await the blow
My head - My back - My abdomen
Reality strikes
It seems so slow
I am paying for my sins
He loves me – He loves me not
Like picking pansies as they grow
He chose me for this lot
The tender kiss soft as a butterfly’s wing
So special I feel when he’s near
Oh, how my heart does sing
Making up is romantic dew
A glow beyond belief
Discolored speckled vision cleared
It all boils down with grief
Like a Lassie runs I make my way
A carpet for his feet
Bruises show a clotted flow
That fade well in a week…
I plot to steal away
Saving money for my future stay
He breaks my sofa – Says he’s take my life
I am his come what may
Stored anger churns deep within my soul
Backdrop game of blissful years
My bloodshed can never atone… Neither can the tears
For each mirror shows traces of healthy mane
I return faithful in fear
Unchanged
Because
He
Beats Me
- (c) Emily C. Archer
Take me Away, Alive or Awake
by ~CrimsonSmolder
In the lands of consumption
On the edge that is so narrow
Take me away; alive or awake
Take me away; by force or compulsion
Oh malicious being you..
Capture me whole and breathing
Drug me high
And pain me less
And you shall gain
What other lacked to impress
In a room so velvet
Blood is mistaken for carpet
Curtains turn to shadows
Take me there; Alive or awake
Lay me down on a bed of roses
In a dress of scarlet and pale light black
With hair so curly that shines solid lust
Where candles are lit and halos are exposed
Drug me high
To pain me less
As I stare in those passionate eyes of black
Genuine, yet unveiling
As the drug gives me nausea but keeps me awake
I Lay so still, so wordless
As you rid me from my clothes slowly and gently
And I just stare into those exquisite eyes of yours
Lashes as dark and long
I stare onto that black soft hair
As it falls perfectly to all sides
That built muscular rigid torso and lean abs
That open shirt of yours waiting for the skin to expose
You put yours hands to my sides
Tough yet it feels so soft
As you enter me whole
Introducing feelings of excitement, of tension, of delight
Yet I still lay motionless and still
With eyes so indifferent
And a heart beating so fast
And yet you pause, and produce a dagger
Hidden in thee black silk
Its poison, peering silver, visible at the hilt
I notice, but no reaction follows
You pierce me lightly in the neck and breast
Slipping it lightly, yet in some places deeper into the skin
You lower your aim and strike it slowly yet smotherly to my stomach
A bit of blood escapes my mouth; you wipe it tentatively with your hand
You aim lower, cut deep into the abdomen
Yet you continue to kiss me, and caress my check, leaving scars of red everywhere
Droplets of a beautiful color ooze soothingly from thee cuts
A feeling of lust consumes me
A rage of vulnerability conquers me
A sick pleasure overwhelms me
I try. I will.
And I produce all might to put my hands behind your neck
My legs around your waist
And I kiss you and love you
And sense fades yet the heart still wants
Still lusts, still orders
Yet the blood continues to pour
The body begins to suffer
And pain a bit I begin to sense
As I wince, surrendering my arms to my chest
There's a 2nd part, please do read it c:
A Kidney Tale
It is a sorry tale that greeted this writer in his early morning read....
Of a schoolboy and his kidney that had to be separated in earnest..
Headlined Boy Loses kidney After Falling Into Uncovered Manhole...
It happened somewhere there in Klang, a very bustling urban town...
There is even a picture of the manhole, gaping wide in its unholy glory..
Even of a woman in the picture, who is shown sidestepping it nimbly...
Reading further, it is distressing to read how an innocent boy of 15...
In his usual short walk towards school on one fine early morning....
Ended up in hospital in excruciating pain and a swollen abdomen...
One of his kidney had to be removed in order his life is not endangered..
A most startling observation was his innocent comment about manholes...
He said there were a number of them, mostly uncovered and all gaping holes...
To his credit and pedestrians there in general, one has to be nimble....
One has to be quick if one is is to avoid falling into a whole lot of trouble...
Our boy hero in this tale of misfortune, he suffered and lived to tell a tale...
Of the gross dereliction of duty in the government officials in maintainence....
They need to maintain the pedestrian walk, how could there be manhole traps..
With the many manholes left gaping wide, danger threatens at every step...
To a man in the street, paying local council assessments and various taxes....
It is not too much to ask that public facilities be proper and safety standards be uptodate..
The poor boy in this tale, his loving parents, they are sorely aggrieved and angry..
Legal action is in their next plan of action, may they get their kidney's worth of damages...
But as the picture shows, those manholes are gaping wide and still uncovered...
They are there, lying in wait, hoping to catch some other unfortunate passerby..
Oh how very sad the depths of apathy and the indifference of the local councillors..
Neglecting their duties, they are very guilty for this rather sad and sorry story..
http://www.thestar.com.my/news/nation/2016/02/13/boy-ruptures-kidney-after-falling-into-uncovered-manhole/
http://www.thestar.com.my/news/nation/2016/02/21/teenager-who-lost-kidney-in-manhole-accident-to-sue-klang-council/
Force.
Two,
They are two
Heavy and strong
On my top.
Their hands covering my mouth
I can't even
Scream, STOP.
Numb,
My body
Is numb.
Legs,
Shaking.
Shaking because of
The Unpleasant ******.
The abdomen is paining,
I feel the spasm.
I've lost power.
I am defunct.
Enervated.
And, helpless.
Lying,
One is still,
On top,
Pushing.
He's heavy and strong.
My eyes, frozen.
I look at the fan,
I feel nothing
I feel dead,
Still numb.
They see me,
They grab my face,
Violently
I don't try to steal the gaze.
I don't move
I don't cry
For
The miseries,
The Woes
I feel nothing
Not even my Palms
My toes
Cigarette
One smokes
A cigarette.
Burns me,
On my breast.
But, it hurts less.
Less than the
Burns they
Are giving me
On my core,
And, My crest.
He's done.
He enjoys his triumph
He takes a knife,
And cuts my wrists
It's bleeding,
He again, sucks my ****
Smile,
He smiles
I can not forget,
that evil curved smile
They left,
They closed my file.
My legs, still spread,
My eyes, widen, in fear.
I touch my face,I Feel no pain,
Death is near.
Locked,
Locked
are the intended eyes.
Coiled are the hair
And flicks.
Smudged is the mascara
With tears
And, the heart,
Heart is left with
The patches of fear.
The red lipstik,
I was happy to wear,
Has fused with the
Blood on face,
The same lipstik,
Now feels to me,
The biggest disgrace.
Broken.
Broken is something,
Inside me.
but What?
A lady?
A daughter,
Or an innocent soul?
Is it because of
My human role?
ICU,
I am lying,
With a million tubes and syringes
Only a few breathes left,
And i'll be out of all fringes.
Felony,
They say it's my felony.
They smash me
With a thousand calumnies.
They,
The neighbors,
The unknown.
The inhuman souls.
Why couldn't i feel the misogyny?
Coming home at
Ten in night,
They ask,
Was i out of my mind?
Was i?
When i didn't run
When i saw the red blooded eyes.
When i opened the wardrobe
And chose my Black
Bodycon?
I could have done something
I could have won.
My eyes, are closing,
I see the dark
Calling me forever.
I wish i don't get raped
Out there.
I wish there's some humanity left
And there's no one there
Who stares
~Apoorva
A former slender man (lapsed Unitarian anorexic)...
deplores adipose tissue gain
No Holiday music can soothe savage beast
washboard abdomen weight watcher's dream fleeced
skinny bag of lovely bones permanently leased
body snatcher somewhere amidst policed
madding crowd of carolers singing,
where mine sinking spirits ceased
rising today December 18th, 2020
analogous how unleavened bread
(i.e. matzo) lacks yeast.
I loathe shucking clothes,
(no matter eyes severely myopic)
in preparation for here goes
another warm shower quickly
relaxing this senescent
body ready to doze
soon after lathering
this blubbery body
most unwanted fat grows
on me, no matter healthy diet
of worms, or how I stand,
not so easy (Etsy) as add a pose
zing losing battle – Mary Jo's
if and geeze us of bulge ill flattering
particularly quiverly, sans white
"WALL" tire tread fully goes
steely belted around lower
abdominal area like lava floes
siring unsightly expose
yore squishy Jew dish priestly
punchy, plasma paunchy, gristly...
pillow like marshmallows
fittingly, rotundly soundly
identical with other schlep
tin (tin tabulation) grungy hobos,
this lap pissed lard (lord) Who Lee
bemoaning, how ilk readily knows,
where unwanted bulky flab...
most detested - hence Corp Yule Lance
leaves noth thin to noblesse oblige,
know bull eats obese,
anorexia nervosa or chance
barking out orders reminiscent, when he
hapt tubby a caller wannabe at
weekly square and/or contra dance,
now requisitioned to insulate
and excessively enhance
body electric can be mushed
into likeness of fleshy France
or repurposed into expanse
resembling any country,
whose name Kants
be easily pronounced, and historical
events glommed together recognizable
as Ataturk with a lance
bequeathed to rule World advance
sing gluttony as his divine providence,
thus requires deep dish allegiance
(non - fiber - binding contract)
for eats and make decadent
every fleshpot gourmand
stretching consumer cellular
skein to capacitance
bestowing guaranteed deliverance
with their rolling
ballooning massive circumference
into orbit with Earthly moon officiant
eternal fondue irrelevance!
Filched Physiognomy - Mine!
Absolute zero escape
velocity guts dance
sing days (contra and square),
cuz metabolic full abundance
abdominal adipose tissue acceptance
not in accordance
with light as a feather
miss lost acquaintance
the boy within forced admittance
as sure man tanks of fat did advance
shotgun marriage demanded allegiance
to pledge lifetime alliance
no room for allowance
crushing lightness of being ambiance
nor allies to help me combat
battle fatigue require
ring superman endurance
to muster strength
to stand erect else ambulance
will whisk away husky
embarrassing appearance
loose fitting clothing
jelly roll appurtenance
overnight digital readout,
asper body mass index
scaled quick ascendance,
thus when showering,
I look askance
fearing bulging balloon
will necessitate assistance
else... diet of worms
as only assurance
safeguarding body electric
against hecklers at open casket
no matter, a small perchance
crowd in attendance
yea... eventual cremation
after life only fat chance
to alleviate present circumstance
heavy matter fails security clearance
the price for astute cognizance
weak willpower alighting countenance
esse pie ying sweet treats
now measures taken to counterbalance
to fight temptation and dalliance
overruling feasting craving delectation
to restore trim deliverance
love handles around equator
no magician can render disappearance
yes the discontinuance
of just dessert must maintain distance
without being weighed
down with disturbance
by heaviest haunch
ain't no elegance
lugging extra encumbrance
when throughout my early life,
skinny, yet able to steel glance
mirrored reflection now grievance,
where wistful memory
ha...ironic insouciance
more so than
today finds intolerance,
thus woebegone issuance
thorn in muss hide
to experience jubilance
hmm...maybe a strong
arm can lance
excess flab quite a nuisance
to defy gravity, why penance
sans unsightly paunch
yours truly laments skin
tight fit, thus petulance
lame excuse unwanted protuberance
necessitates dedicated pursuance
recollection of washboard
abdomen impossible, yes
nothing accomplished by remonstrance!
AT THE NEON OF NIGHT
That night closed when the café did
With all the secrets a star once hid
There was the whisper of a woman’s woe
And a man with nowhere else to go
Two souls shunning the same shadow
One mystery hidden in the mist and midst of misery
Two who sat upon opposite stools toasting the sunshine……….
While fearing the moon
An orb with the ferocity of fangs that grow fearsome as they devour the
noon
And regret is urged all too soon…….
The neon wept for two souls lost
Upon whose hearts was embossed the emblem of empathy
And strength summoned by sympathy
Until one weakens from weariness
and following errant rainbows
While wishing on stars too long dead
A shine and shrine shrouded shamelessly in dread
As the soul of sublimation summarily bled
When time sped by with seconds spent in seclusion
And hours harbored in the hollow halls of hopelessness
Wherein horror speaks of its own adulation
And betrayal is betrothed by beauty
You spilled some bear as I drew near
And fear festered within my stare of stagnation
with your self-righteous indignation
You were the you I feared you would be
And I, alas, was only me
No match for beauty, guile and glee
Since I was only me
The barkeep was taken by your sea-green eyes,
As I was forsaken by stars bleeding from the abdomen
And a miserly moon who made madness seem minus its usual impact
Your eyes……….
With a luminescent shade seldom seen in the seediness of a small café
a café that gave way to neediness neglected
and desire lost the battle that led to victimization rejected
after laughter, libation and languid conversation
small talk that seemed big at a small café
and incinerated the fate that would otherwise force me to my knees
beside a bar
A woman whom I would…………
with blessed determination and clenched teeth, keep afar
a lady who lingers in a landscape of roses and retribution
And although I was just me
this me knew to flee………….
The neon closed its eyes that night
As I went left and you went right
Fortune’s face was then revealed
When I avidly avoided what a woman of woe would yield
© 2012….copyright PHREEPOETREE ....~free cee!~
Why, do we call it
Something it’s not
If we’re going to name things
Let’s give it, some thought
If it’s called a chilli
Then why is it so hot
And I can say this
A guinea pig, is not
A prairie dog
He only digs holes
But this dog belongs
With rodents and moles
If you eat an elder berry
You won’t get to retire
But a taste for them
You must acquire
If I strike a ball
And this gets me pissed
In real life, I hit it
But in baseball, I missed
That horned toad
Isn’t a wizard
Not even a frog
It’s just a lizard
A pencil with lead
That’s just a myth
It’s really graphite
That we write with
A simple door mouse
Is really neither
It’s just a squirrel
Taking a breather
It’s not a firefly
Lighting the dark
It’s only a horny beetle
That has the spark
And who gives us silk
Not that silkworm
It’s really caterpillars
That wiggle and squirm
Bears have no pouch
But Koala bears do
It’s a marsupial
I thought you knew
To some this may not
Be a big deal
But wasn’t Achilles
Really a heel
That majestic bald eagle
His head is not bare
And that speedy jackrabbit
Is really a hare
A Turkish bath
Invented by a Roman
And catgut intestines
From sheep abdomen
A shooting star
That isn’t right
It’s always been
A meteorite
A peanut a nut
You would presume
Nope, not a chance
It’s a legume
A Douglas fir
Is only a pine
And that funny bone
It’s not, by design
Cucumbers and tomatoes
This is a hoot
They are not veggies
They’re really a fruit
A duck bill is not
A duck’s paper money
And bees didn’t make
My little honey
Hamburgers are made
With beef and not pork
And how come those hot dogs
At strangers don’t bark
Sometimes you get
A really dumb waiter
But not in a restaurant
It’s an elevator
Eye tooth is a dog’s tooth
But not in his eye
This kind of name
Just makes me cry
A killdeer is not roadkill
That’s just absurd
It really is
A wading bird
Duck weed is a water lily
Dog wood is a bush
An ear wig is an insect
And your ass is a tush
Shortbread is a cookie
And a jumping bean is a seed
And things we misname
Only tend to mislead
BOEMS by JA 134
The children of Enoch
In a time of obscure realm and ancient lore,
Sodom was the brimming cup of secrets to score.
The primordial drama of good and evil unfolds,
Enoch’s antiquity’s timelessness beholds.
The corruption of the sacred and insatiable lust,
when angels and daughter of men entrust.
Irrepressible desire to beget children by these women,
spellbound egos power abdomen.
Zarathustra the Persian prophet made it very clear
warning everybody of unnamed horrors to fear.
Angels of dark and their twisted heavens version,
conceived children and their devouring dispersion.
That society latched to war games to commit genocide,
in defense of their holy claim and bride.
Gabriel was send to destroy the children of fornication,
by inciting them to their own self destructive sensation.
The great flood suppose to wipe out false prophecies,
the false spirit of unrest to proof powers tragedies.
Given them an everlasting station to be in consumed,
never to obtain peace and remission in sin confused.
Every act of blasphemy, tyranny and manipulation,
will be the righteous discloser into life eternal.
These angels and followers are no longer to rise,
to the realms of heaven and purities of eyes.
Demons who wander about the riches of the world,
confirming their manner of life to be adored.
They worshipping beauty and glory that fades,
calling murder the most intimate act it mates.
The doom by their pleasure in sensual stimulation,
riotous and rancorous living inhalation.
A shroud upon our life and good people’s nature,
when worthless currency is given in exchange of labor.
The watchers eroding our planet for so long,
and if they could every soul to capture lifelong.
The system manipulates the food to stabilize sickness,
giving health department richness.
The love of money rooted in pride and lust,
vices that feeds the sexual prowess must.
Defying the Almighty by abuse the sacred law,
inferiorities and boosting one selves by every awe.
Life in itself needs to become a scripture of a kindled soul,
giving in love is far beyond all perception as whole.
The children of Enoch
In a time of obscure realm and ancient lore,
Sodom was the brimming cup of secrets to score.
The primordial drama of good and evil unfolds,
Enoch’s antiquity’s timelessness beholds.
The corruption of the sacred and insatiable lust,
when angels and daughter of men entrust.
Irrepressible desire to beget children by these women,
spellbound egos power abdomen.
Zarathustra the Persian prophet made it very clear
warning everybody of unnamed horrors to fear.
Angels of dark and their twisted heavens version,
conceived children and their devouring dispersion.
That society latched to war games to commit genocide,
in defense of their holy claim and bride.
Gabriel was send to destroy the children of fornication,
by inciting them to their own self destructive sensation.
The great flood suppose to wipe out false prophecies,
the false spirit of unrest to proof powers tragedies.
Given them an everlasting station to be in consumed,
never to obtain peace and remission in sin confused.
Every act of blasphemy, tyranny and manipulation,
will be the righteous discloser into life eternal.
These angels and followers are no longer to rise,
to the realms of heaven and purities of eyes.
Demons who wander about the riches of the world,
confirming their manner of life to be adored.
They worshipping beauty and glory that fades,
calling murder the most intimate act it mates.
The doom by their pleasure in sensual stimulation,
riotous and rancorous living inhalation.
A shroud upon our life and good people’s nature,
when worthless currency is given in exchange of labor.
The watchers eroding our planet for so long,
and if they could every soul to capture lifelong.
The system manipulates the food to stabilize sickness,
giving health department richness.
The love of money rooted in pride and lust,
vices that feeds the sexual prowess must.
Defying the Almighty by abuse the sacred law,
inferiorities and boosting one selves by every awe.
Life in itself needs to become a scripture of a kindled soul,
giving in love is far beyond all perception as whole.