Malnourished Poems - Poems about Malnourished

...A tree’s roots are meant to keep it nurtured,? resilient.? But mine only malnourished and betrayed me. They say family is everything:? the blood in your veins,? the roots of your DNA,? the ......

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...One More Cow, One More Sow Another acre cultivated By a shining plough The farmer’s son takes off his hat Wiping the sweat from his brow Their productive loans are being called in Lives chang......

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...God will step in Bring you out Turn your whole situation around God will step in Bring you out Turn your whole situation around God will step in Bring you out Turn your whole situation ar......

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...The last poem I'll ever write before I burn this whole system down And if this gets me killed so be it I'll burn down the world If that makes you listen And if you think just because of my ski......

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... 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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