Malnourished Poems - Poems about Malnourished

... I've been served lots of unappetizing things that simply did not please my palette. Being force fed with bitter or insincere words is unappealing presented as a crisp green salad. I would......

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...If sleep was a meal I’d be starving Malnourished despite my carving Out a routine for sleep in my bed Pen in hand and sandy words in head For poetry soup soothes my soul Relaxes my mind helps......

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...This is a call to all sufferers hanging themselves in their own arms apart from the one they desire tired of nights sleeping alone restless in grave prisons of the place they would rather b......

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...A pondering of multiple raindrops from a detrimental storm onto the empty fields, crashing into them as hard and loud as clashing metals. The depth and existence of love weighs over any deprivation a......

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...O Lord, 'Tis a decade gone Since thy curse fell upon us. The malnourished children are no more, The poor soil lieth barren. Lord, what hast thou wrought upon our village? Mine only companions b......

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...1. Raucous winds sweep pristine waves against gods' sepulchral canvas as stagnant, sharp wings' frames rose from malnourished hearts; ends of elongated crosses marked beginnings of rotten, veno......

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...Most everybody can handle a few parasites but eventually it reaches critical mass the body runs low on flesh and laughs it begins a slow collapse from the inside out. America's body is infested......

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...A fading intent Lost amid echoed voices A blurring of lines A meaningless word Adrift on a feeling Softness or sting Her eyes lied As she spoke her “truth” A lover’s denial A bar......

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...So good at hiding yourself for nothing When you were singing that song you listen to, On and on Even though your eyes were closed, It looked as though you were singing to someone in particular B......

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...To be I’m so unsure my name should be ambiguous I reach for things I can’t see with my oculus I try to grow into who I am Or who I was? Or who I’m supposed to be? I’m not sure if I’m bein......

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...In old London the Thames used to be muddy, not muddy like the Mississippi, but the mud of the drowned, murdered, and of long lost dreams. On gray dawns scrawny kids would sift through the de......

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...I stood on the tip of the top of the cliff and looked down, Though valleys seemed colorful, scenes deep down were grey and brown; A few freshwater streams were springing from filmy fountains, Lo, ......

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...Here’s a story about a little boy who, when he was just a lad was blessed to have the good fortune to be adopted by two dads. He was malnourished…this little boy…his bedroom was a drawer… The tw......

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...Humans' prominent promises were shattered Mingling, striking, searing, poorly down-pattered They react quickly and pause to stay conscious And in the face of denial, that's just obnoxi......

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...Moving silently without direction Like an old Saint Quick yet perturbed Mimicking a malnourished child A silhouetted figure in the dark Slithers across the curve of the Earth While the dew......

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