Short Malnutrition Poems
Short Malnutrition Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Malnutrition by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Malnutrition by length and keyword.
lo frost bite bitter
so cold you freeze the hearts blood
dried broken bitter
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skins malnutrition
de-hydration frozen tongue
on the fence post iced
Government cheese stops malnutrition
But gouda’s the better provision
Choose a sharp or dull knife
If I’m sentenced to life
I’ll go with the government prison.
Consider the pigeon
It’s been itchin’
for a smidgen
of recognition
So it started
a bird-feed kitchen
That no bird die
of malnutrition
Well, Mary O, I don't know if chicken feed's
the way to go, to catch the faultless phrase,
to turn a poet from a dame who's dazed
by right-side brain overload and malnutrition.
I'm Irish and a female;
Isn't that enough?
I AM CASSAVA,TURN ME TO GARI ,SPAGHETTI, FLOUR.EAT ME AS FOOD,I AM CASSAVA CULTIVATE ME IN LARGE SCALE.I DO NOT DISCRIMINATE,I AM CASSAVA .PLANT ME AND WALK OUT OF HUNGER,POVERTY AND MALNUTRITION.I AM CASSAVA A GIFT FROM ABOVE TO HUMANITY.
I TURN MOST POOR NATIONS TO RICH NATIONS.THE SECRET TO ERADICATE HUNGER ,POVERTY,MALNUTRITION.THE BACK BONE TO MOST ECONOMIES OF GREAT NATIONS.YES SOME CALL ME THEIR SPINAL CORD .TAKE ME AS A PROFESSION,HUNGER WILL BE GONE FOREVER.USE LESS CHEMICALS,KEEP ME ORGANIC.I WILL MAKE YOU RICH.
FEEDING THE DUCKS
children love to feed
ducklings in the park
the most rowdy child
will sit quietly
watching the ducklings
do not feed bread
carbohydrates
junk food, … causing
malnutrition
feed birdseed
frozen peas
oats, grains,… for
healthy
happy
ducks
Put down that coke
Write a check to help the hungry
Put down that coke
Death takes lives this is not a joke
Mother gives all, their agony
Grief doesn't wash, apathy
Put down that coke!
Contest: Dr. Mehta Ram, Rondolet
So many people don't have food to eat nor water to drink; be thankful for what you do have....
india divide
divide between what is sensed and what is not
rural india,urban india divide
south india,north india divide
india divide
divide between what is sensed and what is not
mob lynchings
custodial deaths
india divide
divide between what is sensed and what is not
seperatist movements
malnutrition deaths
india divide
divide between what is sensed and what is not
my eyes are dried out,
not a single tear dares to come out,
my body aches from malnutrition even though it doesn’t seem that way,
my anger bottles up deeper within me,
my emotions taking over,
and my love for someone making it harder for me to breathe,
my mother surviving on her last thread,
my sister finally being herself,
i feel as a proud mom watching her daughter promote,
but soon it’s going to come to an end
You play us like a classical musician.
You baffle us with numbers like the finest mathematician.
You hit us with the facts a master statistician.
You tell us one thing then take a juxta position.
You light the touch paper then watch ignition.
You wake up the natives causing sedition.
You stand by and watch children die of malnutrition.
You pull bunny's from hats like a stage magician.
Who are you, well I'm a Politician !
a young Somalian boy
five years or more
just skin and bones
belly filled with
hopeless air
stick legs are stiff
too weak and brittle to walk
suffers from severe starvation
and malnutrition
his cold black marble-eyed stare
shame on the world if you care
lay on his back
yet we all must face the sun
the giver of life
to everyone
ask the Lord
what have
I done
to deserve
this famine
in my homeland
to be the chosen one
Why this boat?
Could it be the boat of destitution?
Conveying Epidemics, Hunger, Rags,
Malnutrition and Illiteracy.
Descend from me!
Banish from my world!
You cursed word!
You that called education a"Privilege"!
Patrimony of the ghetto!
W.H.O called you "Lion of Africa",
U N called you "Agenda ".
Predicament to the black,
Livelihood to the white.
Harking to conviction,
Capsize and rise no more.
For "Black Rose" to smile again
On the land of plenty.
Brooke: my licorice baby.
Fire in those eyes and caramel hair.
Death has done us part.
So sad. The face
Glows.
With Radiation and Malnutrition, with
Gluttony and Pride
My Deus Ex Machina
My bloody sunrise
My darling butterfly
My river of mysterious red liquid.
Oh,
Brookie: my anti-husk
An eyed individual with
Dark hairs around the eyes
And a nose that carries immense weight.
Lightest skin
Most wonderful to be inside.
I want your hair in my mouth.
On a misty evening,
As the sun goes down.
Cold air rises from the water,
I want to be there with you.
The wind works through the trees,
Rustling and enjoying reviving.
The sun warming the earth’s skin,
I want to be there for you.
When the rain cools baked soil,
Feeding its malnutrition.
Waking her subservient followers,
I want to be holding you.
To dust the earth will travel,
As time predicts, it is inevitable.
The universe won’t notice her absence,
I will still be there with you.
Each and every day that comes
finds our faces washed up with tears
wondering when we'll be free again
to team up with our loving dears.
Suffering is the air that we breath
proving that happiness, we'll never find
that, is the bitter truth of our lives
though justice and freedom was our stand
Our children are illustrations of malnutrition
with ribs sticking out of their small chests
always crying due to hunger and thirst
and the cold on their halfclothed bodies.