Short Eat Away Poems

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My Smile, My Smile

Full of flavor I am,
no regard,
for the stiffness of my chains
the temperature of this day
how heavy the rain rains,
can’t eat away
my ability to smile!
© Erik Lopez  Create an image from this poem.


Binge Bewilderingleee

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
Form: Senryu

Tear Me Apart, Throw Me Away

Tear me apart, throw me away
'Cause I will never be okay.
I'm bleeding out, my feelings flow,
But I will never let you know.
And all my demons make me fall,
Just let them eat away my soul.
I hurt so much, but never told,
I'm crashing down and it's my fault.
Form: Rhyme

Slow Burn

The fire
Rages forward. 
On edge, 
We sit with these
Hands gripping the core
Of the time. 
Watching.

Don't look down. 

Waiting. 

Hold it down. 
Put it out. 
The flames eat away 
At the sound of the clock. 

Stop. 

Time restarts again. 


Date: May 18, 2020
Title: Slow Burn
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Form: Verse

Evening Gown of Yesterday

After days of fog
Moths eat away the slip of winter
Pieces of the New Year
Drift as ash into spring

Eyes waiting abhorrently 
While midnight clasps the last remnants
Tomorrow becomes the butler 
Escorting the sun

Rays peel open the solstice
Tattered wings flutter towards
The lamppost of February
Sealed in pocket mirrors…


Our Minds and Hearts

AS there is LOVE  
even within the Tempest
of Our Minds & Hearts
As there is hope
among the hopeless
even Now.  While the gnashing
of painful emotions
eat away the tenderest
feelings ~ there is Love
and there is Hope.
God praise all of Your
Creation even those who
sometimes fall below
divine expectations!

:: 01-21-2017 ::

I Live In a Hole

i live in a hole 
no way out
i have nothing 
i dug it my self with the guilt and thoughts of not returning
the longer i live the deeper i get no way out nor do i care
i wanna sit in my hole and play with the maggets in my mind
as they eat away every memory 
i love this hole of mine it keeps me away
away from all who want to hurt me...

Giving Up

Guilt yes it can eat away  your self esteem
It eats away at the strength that you found
Vying to destroy the hope that you gained
Inside you and around you is loving hope
Never think it wrong to ask for help it there
Giving up it is the easiest thing you can do

Until that moment life can lose perspective 
Please ask for help hope it is easier to find
Form: Acrostic

Drugs, Drugs, Drugs

Drugs are drugs are drugs
And they have the power to do so many things.
They can heal if used correctly or they can destroy so many lives if they are not.
If not used correctly -------
As you know, they eat away the soul
The consequences of the destruction/addiction
Is battered, damaged children
Broken homes and families
Isolation
Violence
Hate
Prison
Death
Form:

The Old Willow

Six feet under the old willow
Worms and maggots eat away
At our love, or was it hate
I can't really say

On his flesh dancing demons dine
Under that old willow
Dust and bone blowing away
All our love, or was it hate
I can't really say

Lay a rose
That will soon wilt away
Escape in my grotesque prose
While you rot away
Six feet under the old willow
Nothing more shall grow
Form: Rhyme

Sea, Swallow Me

Sea, swallow me
Crash upon my wading head
Rapture me in heavy tide
Let your water fill my gaping mouth
and the salt eat away my lungs
I lay feeble in your unforgiving waters
Friable as the stone in which you 
thrash my eager bones upon
Make your bed and tuck me in
under the abode of blue lit stars
Lull me to sleep
as you cover me,
and drag me out to vast abyss

That Light

The feelings that I try to hide,
Inside they eat away at my flesh,
The feelings of pain and isolation, 
From everyone in my past and present

If only I could find that light,
The one at the end of the tunnel,
But I have reached the wrong end,
The end of my life,
Its happening I've replaced the pain with more
And somehow its alright,
Now I feel the release,
I'm falling.
I'm dying, 
I'm letting go.
Form:

Tears

Hiding behind the smiles
Behind all the lies
Is someone broken inside
Open your eyes and see
There is something wrong with me
I can't do this anymore
I'm lying to myself, making my heart sore
I can no longer hide behind the smiles and the laughs
I can't hold in these tears and make the happiness last
I'm falling into an endless hole
As these emotions eat away at my sole
I don't want to pretend anymore
These tears are finally going to fall
Form:

Split-Personality

Two sides of one coin,
Split between two.
Brought to the light,
Drowning in darkness.

Hope to be whole,
Yet reality stays.
The personality is two,
The brain is one.

They fight to be there,
To be in control.
They seek the end,
For the other to be gone.

They cannot part,
No matter their wish.
The third brings them together,
Holding them in their chains.

They eat away at one,
Destroy all they see.
They can't be controlled,
No, not your split personality.

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Oh come tide wash over me, this agnostic has no role 
      Take me under ice cold brine, feed electric eels my soul
     Eat away, charge these eyes, i’ll light up unknown shoals
    Shock me back upon life again, euthanised within charcoal 
   In time a diamond will form, when compression takes its toll 
  Precious I wait until I’m found, come creation make me whole 


BiteSize Poem no.57 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Monorhyme checked rhymezone.com
12/18/22
Form: Monorhyme

Bored Ring

Maybe it’s the manifestation of boredome
to repeat habitually
these idiosyncratic escapes
from reality

An addiction of self texting
a selfie
a pornographic predilection
of voyeuristic internalization
of boredoms reality

Repeat, repeat, repeat
a mindless litany
in actions
prevent, prevent, prevent
the cat walk entrance
of very unfashionable
boredom

Boredoms wriggling worm
can turn
flight of fancy into a habits concern
and eat away the hours
in their passive mediocrity

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