Short Feasted Poems
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today
a butterfly died;
even in death,
beauty remains:
hungry
birds and worms
feasted
on what was left.
having feasted on numerous delights, I leave earth's buffet well-filled!
Dec. 26, 2018 for Silent One's 'The Last Line' Poetry Contest
Clipped are my wings
Gouged and feasted upon by inners sins
Once pure now diluted
once diluted now corrupted
Lostwrapped in the chaos of my hardened blood.
Noah loaded great beasts on an ark
and cleaned messes from morning til dark
But a man's gotta eat,
so he feasted on meat
and at least he had less to dis-bark!
After being charged,denied everyone feasted,Governor had imprisoned Jesus,King, Laughing
men neared, openly Pilate queried reason,shrouded thorns unveiled vengeance waned,
xenophobes yoking zealots.
phhhhhew.....
Birds seem loud today
Their birdseed gone
Stolen by deer last night
One feeder destroyed
Butted up against tree trunk
Until she gave up,
Falling to the ground,
in pieces
Delighting the deer
who feasted on
ground served bird food
Cardinals are not happy
Through the jungles of sick suburbia
He lustfully stalked his prey.
She was only young, a child of just ten
That he took and brutally feasted on.
Savage desires within compelled him
To befriend the pretty Grace;
She so died by his hand, cannibalistic
Urges he boasted were his thrill.
There was a hungry man
Who could eat a huge amount
He ate and ate and ate
And did not stop to count
He devoured every morsel
And then would ask for more
One plate, two plate,
Three plates, four!
He feasted every meal
And every meal he ate
And when his plate was empty…
He gobbled up his plate.
When Enlightenment killed God and feasted on his grave,
hate grew as strong as love.
And is there more peace on earth now?
Is there more goodwill to men?
Perhaps we just tranquilized him and he's not dead, just sound sleep.
Sound the bells louder and louder, God's alarm needs an instant resurrection.
i surrender
i've fought this war far too long
you've consumed every last bit of me
i have nothing left
you took my body and my brain
you plated them up nicely and feasted on me
you enjoyed every minute of my suffering
so
you win
i can't feel this emptiness anymore
you own me
and now
you've ruined me
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow,
He feasted his eyes on her huge boobies on show
These were the fruits he most wanted to pluck
He was tempted but didn’t want to chance his luck
She looked him up and down and said ‘don’t even try’
Or I’ll punch you you moron right in the eye
5th April 2016
LAUGHING SKULL
my arms have breached the white walls
of laughing skull.
i have feasted upon their thoughts
today my plate is empty.
the butler of my brain is tired
but continues to serve a feast.
bleached ribs a xylophone
playing macabre notes.
as my tongue dances inside
the empty hall of my mouth.
:: 03.11.2022 ::
There was an old man in Belfast
Wearing shamrocks marched to the past
On St. Patrick’s day
Feasted by the bay
Seeing snakes slither turned green fast.
February 24, 2021
Syllable count : 8/8/5/5/8 Checked on howmanysylalbles.com
Rhyme checked on RhymeZone.com
Contest : Limericks
In St. Patrick's Day
Sponsor : L Milton Hankins
Never Ending Consumption
History records a king with a peaceful reign who feasted on love and lust with a thousand women and died rich and wise, but unsatisfied.
07242017PSMonokuContest, Lust, Lewis Raynes, NA
She held a knife over my heart and feasted upon my emotions
My blood flowed through her veins
She was insane, beautifully insane
I devoured her visions
She devoured my soul
An axe slices my neck
My head rolls towards an empty tomorrow
My dreams have been stolen
In a coffin of unspoken silence
Run run run, escape the pain
Headless I join her
Totally insane
Words have shaped me like a sculpture,
Like liquid poured into a mold,
Words have feasted on my soul crueler than a vulture,
Tearing me apart, splitting me open, leaving me exposed,
Words more painful than a pus-filled ulcer,
Left me trembling, huddled in a corner with my eyes closed.
Words have killed me, I was overexposed,
My mind slowly rotting, decomposed.
Form:
In a cherished of woke visions,
our Lord Jesus Christ gently spoke,
and said, "Feed my people,"
as loaves of bread, fish, and fruit
cascaded down from His blessing hands.
A font of sustenance and love into
infinite wicker baskets.
Us reapers knelt to Him,
as the hungry of the world bowed
their heads in thanksgiving and
feasted at the Lord's endless table. ~
All that you'll leave behind for me are your memories
The legacy of a story that was ill-fated from the beginning
You have somebody else, but my heart still screams your name in silence
Who will I think of when I’m being feasted upon by my ghosts?
Your memories will soon join them—and eat me alive.
I don’t want to be in love again, where the one I love will kill me
Add colour to a bunch of expensive waste, Its still rubbish
to rescue a prey from its determined predator create an exit
in one cubicle is a hungry snake and a well nurtured fish
to suggest fairness in this scene, we stubbornly close it
one is feasted upon for another to have a nice dish
yet for political correctness we look away to the opposite.
Five funny fairies, Fond of fairy-cakes
Flying far from fairyland, Foraging for food
Five fairies feasted, on flowers full of fat
Freesia, Fuchsia, Fairy-fluff, frosted with fig fudge
Five fat Fairies, full of fairy food
Floating back to fairyland, flying far from fast
Contest : Alliteration Poems Please
2nd Place
On jade stems iris blooms gently swayed
in hues of lavender, dusty pink and mauve
until pollen seekers were lured to the banquet
of sweetmeats. Within velvet petals they feasted.
In Monet's garden the buddings grew
in variegated colors brushed on a canvas.
Pastel beauties that no fingers dared to cut,
for to be clipped at the height of life meant death.
was sitting out back
...in the screened area...
on the deck
...watching the sun set...
camera at hand
...as insects swarmed...
dragon flies hovered
...darted and feasted...
then rested on bushes
...wings glistening...
in the setting sun light
...shining as diamonds...
of some past winters ice
...a treasure of nature...
making photos so nice
stan sand
The peonies by the front porch are gone
Late this year they lingered, never fading,
Reds, pinks, and white made warm bouquets
For the gravesites of family and friends in May.
The honeybees feasted on the peony blooms
As did the ants who love their sweet nectar,
Until rains came and plundered the petals
The peonies by the front porch are gone.
written July 8, 2021
FISH BONE
In the middle of a meal
As tempting as Nebuchadnezzar’s table
She feasted fiercely
Without noticing the protruding bone,
in the fish she churns
Alas a cry
For help,
Creating a sore in the throat
Neither water nor food
Shall find its way down
For her system disrupted
Like our system of governance
She must be treated
For their to be an improvement
This morning I awoke
I am red from head~toe
I look silly
Last night I was dinner
they feasted on me
I filled them up
Tonight comes a trap
a net around my bed
bug candles aglow
Date Written: 8/22/2021