Short Hungrily Poems
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Creeping quietly, crawling slowly
Walking stealthly, eying hungrily
Waiting patiently, calculating rapidly
the cat pranced, on the rat soon deceased
Form:
The human heart hears happily so heavy happens horribly my heart hesitates hungrily happens horribly woes
2/16/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
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Can you believe it?
Twenty-one years did swirl by~
steam of stanzas rising high,
bowl warmed by old rhymes,
new voices dip spoons hungrily~
soup still simmering, still sweet.
Anticipating, beckoning, casting demonic, enviable fury, gazing hungrily inside, jutting kerosene, littering masses never opted, putrefying quills, reverting sympathy, turning upside-down…vaccinating whim, x-raying yesteryears…zero in
An anagram of my name...
Small are the treasures secretly found
Hidden in the muckiest of grounds
Forgotten for many hundreds of years
Stolen treasure, he hungrily leers
The crumbling man we shall condemn
The ancient tale of Muck Beadier Gem
Emma Buckeridge
7th place win
Forever imprinted with the marks of you on my skin
I hungrily take what is given to me with a lurid grin
No need for the world with you in my possession
Even all of you is not enough to satisfy my obsession
I willfully scrounge for any taste I can get
For my hunger and need will never relent
dusky marmalade
drips onto the horizon
eyes feast hungrily
fiery embers glow
painted with swirling brushstrokes
artistry of God
waxing crescent moon
peeps through rich tangerine clouds
dream time approaches
Contest: October Sky
Sponsor: SKAT
08-23-15
Love bites took me to a new place
tiny teeth marks I can't erase;
Laid back you looked for my entrance,
passing third base, passing third base;
Hungrily you nipped at my soul,
ripped the lace of my camisole;
Whispered on my skin 'Keep control..
stay in your role, stay in your role.
her quarter-pounder eyes
edged with charcoal
coaxed me inside.
her round succulent body
i savoured hungrily
as from table to table she rolled.
a small gherkin green nose
sat on lips of tomato sauce
surrounded by a cheesy smile.
as my fingers touched
i knew it was
burger love.
Form:
A
Barn Owl
sits up high,
head twisting round.
Rustling undergrowth,
he swoops silently down.
Shrill screech of terror and pain,
the evil deed done, he returns home.
Three fluffy chicks hungrily await,
they feast, stocking up for the winter months.
written 09/20/2015
Contest For the Love of October
Rivulets of crimson blood
Ooze tantalisingly from the gaping wound on her neck
He drinks hungrily, savouring every salty drop
Dracula wraps his black cape around his shoulders
Fleeing in the moonlight to his crypt in the churchyard.
07~25~16
Crimson Contest Sponsored by Royal Ninja
It s hard being the center of attention for so many greedy eyes, when you only want one pair locked on you. Or when you want none. But if you put yourself in a box, it locks you away from the world, cuts off your oxygen and slowly suffocates you in utter darkness. A glass case is no better, for the eyes hungrily grab whatever they can find.
She rises amidst the morning fire
Longing for the dreadful desire
Longing and lonely as a star mourning
Again and again she desires
She desires as much as fire
Fire upon fire hungrily stands
Outstretched in columns
It descends, swooping overhead
Outstretched beyond it’s limits
She apprehends and condemns
The utmost decision;
She befriends.
Light breaches
My drawn heart
Where darkness once enveloped
Now heavy violet drapes sit sloping
Precariously
Light touches
The outermost corners
Where dust once lay prevalent
Now sifting
Ever impermanently
Change teases
The long-since dormant flame
That now just sits
Remnants of vitality are spitting
Hungrily.
Rebecca .a. Huxley
Where the sun beats on dry cracking plains like an anvil. Where Winter’s frozen fingers strangle growth. Where sweaty shirts cling to mortal skin. Where humanity stands on a deserted beach, or waits in a crowded queue; that’s where we live.
Savour the moment
Hungrily consume essence
Let flavours explode
Biting Life’s experience
Expires quicker in sun
A screaming void hungrily tears me within
Fervent in claiming my complete sanity
In rending the heart of me it's worn the shell thin
And the truth just beneath starts to show within me
Reason for closeness with others to be bereft
Protected from the shadowy monsters I see
Reasoning in my sole bit of sanity left
Hold not who I may love for the darkness is me
Almost bereft of the last vestiges of golden glory
The few remaining leaves cling tenuously to the tree
With the certainty that wind and frost
Will suddenly cause them to succumb
Finally falling to the earth beneath
Hungrily embracing them in the cause of growth
Rendering them down to feed the next cycle
Of leaves and blossom and fruit
That will surely come next year.
You don’t look much like a strawberry, moon
But you do look like a shortcake in June
Round and gold and waiting for that sweet mess
Of strawberries and syrupy sugar, oh yes
I can sort of see it now, like a summer dream
Of beaches and carnivals, heaped with whipped cream
Now you’re gleaming white and clean as an empty plate
Right in front of whom I sit hungrily and wait.
The stars shine brightly in the night,
crickets chirp loudly at the sight.
A bush moves slightly, and a cat appears,
for death stalks quietly, with all its fears.
A mouse nibbles hungrily on the corn,
for soon its young will be born.
With one giant leap,
the mouse is dead without a squeak.
The stars still shine up above,
as the cat washes her kittens with motherly love .
My husband said, “Pick up some bread
When you are at the store.
Of course you must be sure the crust
Is what I’m looking for.”
The loaf I found was nicely browned
And fresh out of the oven.
You never met a French baguette
About to get such lovin’.
For soon we’ll feast on what some yeast
Created with some flour;
When butter-spread, that loaf of bread
We’ll hungrily devour.
The stars shine brightly in the night,
crickets chirp loudly at the sight.
A bush moves slightly, and a cat appears,
for death stalks quietly, with all its fears.
A mouse nibbles hungrily on the corn,
for soon its young will be born.
With one giant leap,
the mouse is dead without a squeak.
The stars still shine up above,
as the cat washes her kittens with motherly love
Tango.
It started as play,
I was happy and gay,
he was keeping at bay,
but soon he began to bay,
and hot things to say,
his breath became short,
I was in a deathly mort,
he hungrily stuffed me,
and entered me,
injured me,
and bruised me,
he left a body alive,
but spirits all dead,
if I was older,
perhaps I could have bore,
but I was just a kid,
and life I had to lead much,much,much more
fluttering breath burns
throat like acid
hands shake with an
indescribable violence
trembling fingers peel
back the pages of
childish pocket bible --
a pained groan, a
strained sob escapes
dry lips; ears pique
at the crackle of
the record player,
eyes scan pages for
wisdom like an
addict, desperately
hungrily -
do not be anxious.
do not be anxious.
do not be anxious.
Blending in so beautifully in the endless everglades
The heron waits patiently
The warm wind ripples the water
He waits regally
Standing still like a statue in silent blue waters
He waits hungrily
Catching his first fish of the day
No more waiting - he dines like a king
Inspired by Majestic Pose
3~11~15
Contest Florida Nature never judges
Submitted to Premiere Contest #13 sponsored by Skat
Dark winds whisper incoherent lies
Swirling through imagination’s portal
Wherein black hawks screech and
The lone hound howls
Beseeching, warning
Impending abyss
Where deep dank despair awaits
Lowering its curtain of oppression
Like a finely spun web
Black widow licks her lips hungrily
Seeds sown here give way to broken distorted thoughts
Innocence twisted to darkness
Reason breaks through
Sheds the light of hope
Relief