Short Binge Poems
Short Binge Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Binge by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Binge by length and keyword.
As I sit here, melancholy
Surrounded by filth, full of folly
I did this to myself, why complain?
And then I stuff my face again.
Musta lost five pounds today
hunger hurts
but I suffer anyway
stomach shrinks
along with guilt
hope this improves
the way I'm built
Went On Buying Binge
There was a time when I felt a twinge
Of pain that seems to always hinge;
Money spent;
To roof went;
With credit card went on buying binge.
Jim Horn
We're all tinged by whole dull whinge binge
Cringe impinged by that losing cull twinge
Singed fans on fringe mull know does hinge
On our soul & sole syringe of flaming ginge
I binged…bewildered…
I eat away my sorrow
I binged…a caged bird
I binged...I’m so uncured
I eat away tomorrow
I’m winged – set-free bird
I am delighted
I binged...I’m so immature
Gleefully hazy
Cringe After Hearing about Binge
Regarding disaster we were on the fringe.
And about the thought will always cringe;
Then we worried,
While they hurried;
Heard they had been on a drinking binge.
Jim Horn
on a binge
on a bingo
monopoly in a binge stoned
drunk night before
on the binge zone
BINGO
did I say it loud
I could say it louder
but will I have too
meanwhile meaning of spoon feed
crosses mind
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I took a bite, I bit with all my might.
But I knew I had bitten off, a bit more
than I could gnaw, more than I could just ignore.
With gob stuffed stupid in gluttonous binge,
I suddenly knew, I was in over my head.
Something had to give.
I binge watch TV shows
with characters that I like
seasons one, two, three, four, five, six, seven and eight
If I get impatient, I will run down to season eight ahead of time
Watch the last show
then I will know if the rest of them are worth my time
Trump On Health Food Binge
Trump was on a health food binge
Was enough to make you cringe
An easier way there must be
Costing nothing and for free
So fat from body he did singe.
Jim Horn
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Gold and moist the cupcakes rise
Almond flavored; sweet.
In one dash with time precise;
Hunger sneaks a feast.
Mouth aglow, I take a bite
Till I nibble eight.
Sugar- binge, my sheer delight
Though I’m overweight!
Andrea Dietrich's ' Have You Tried a 7/5 Trochee?'
4/13/2015
Break,break,break on the cold,gray septa
(the veil is ripped and so am I)
\Fern sundered amongst the
Daffodils,dandelions and diadems tarnished
With the oxidation of time and tide
That waits for no man.
\Well here I am
The littlest seraph of Sodom
(what did they do in Gomorrah?)
Blow horns and sack butts
Tan-ta-ra
The epitome of epiphanies awaits
And Gabriel - you go play in the other room.
Binge fiend of opulent fear. Between two way mirrors sponsoring fright, pale sheets of red color paint. Tell me if you believe in the boogey man.
Does it nip the tips of your toes while you sleep? Dreams of animosity teethed at the hair strewn rind of bedlam.
Or perhaps the pair of bright bleached eyes illuming in frosty despondence, a closet of decadence with a grain swollen grimace.
Do you believe in the boogey man?
-Mitch
His boredom conquered discipline again;
a bridge thus built has no one else to blame.
A blazing dumpster fire bloomed from within,
like breathing, birth unnoticed when it came.
Audacious that a button made of cork
might detonate and on his soul impinge.
Believe not blood, instead apply the torque,
and so begins another drinking binge.
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Thought I’d try to use all the B words to describe one…
Are you ready for a few laughs
from Horn Haiku of course
Cognitive dissonance and resonance
Santos on drug binge
had been using a syringe
causing us to cringe
Santos still livid
they say that he has COVID
loosing would flip lid
had mind badly soiled
Santos is like eggs hardboiled
a child who was spoiled
When Santos occurred
as usual reassured
trouble up had stirred
Santos much bad news
Peruse then he would abuse
suffered a big bruise