Short Underfed Poems
Short Underfed Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Underfed by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Underfed by length and keyword.
Ball buster Fred wants the workers unfed,
and when his **** turns to clay,
reborn Karma says,
black in the face he will pray,
but his God wants him there underfed,
ok....Don Johnson
Categories:
underfed, adventure,
Form:
Ballad
wilting in the setting sun
dissolving deflating
undernourished underfed
neglected rejected
unknown
a mystery
if any degree of pampering
can bring me back to life
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Categories:
underfed, blue, longing, love,
Form:
Free verse
Volcanoes dignified this land
barren and deserted
Bound to be an abaddon
scared and agitated
Fed on flesh and corpses
hungry and underfed
Needed more to devour
lustful and crazed
But this lust for blood never ended
when the earth we lived wasn't round
Categories:
underfed, dark, write,
Form:
Free verse
T is for talented, can gobble and gobble and gobble
U is for underfed, won't taste good, scrawny
R is for regal, feathers fluffed up and holding waddle up high
K is for keen, too eager
E is for earnest, long face and won't give a small gobble or laugh
Y is for youthful, too young too die!
Categories:
underfed, bird, thanksgiving,
Form:
Acrostic
rose alluring red
loveliest indeed, but not to
old goat underfed !
white ceiling high, wide
pale lizard, dark underside
brown moth gone, inside!
Categories:
underfed, animals, nature, seasons,
Form:
Rhyme
I am aggravated. Yes, I am frustrated.
If you decide I'm tasteless then I argue this point;
How did you find it worthwhile?
I am appropriate. Yes, I am underfed.
If you insist your insides sit beside stress and leave you fully dressed;
Then I submit, yes once again.
Come around me.
Come beside me.
Categories:
underfed, absence,
Form:
Blank verse
The World is sick,
and I,
I am sick with it.
A bomb goes off in my head,
my stomach can't remember
when it last was fed.
My eyes are weak;
I can't bear the sight
of devastation any longer.
The World is sick,
and I,
I am sick of it.
I am indifferent to the depravity,
blind to the destruction
deaf to the declarations
of war and propaganda
numb to the demands
of the underfed.
The World is sick,
and I,
I am sick with it.
Categories:
underfed, war, world,
Form:
Free verse
At one point in my life, I had much love to yield
And now my heart; is a fallowed field
That has been overworked and sadly underfed,
It is now a place in which to bury the dead
Feelings relegated to dank shadowed tombs,
Oh, how I wish I had never left the womb
Warm and safe; I was never unprotected
Until cruelly expelled into a world so neglected
At one point in my life, I had much love to yield
And now my heart; is a fallowed field.
Categories:
underfed, angst, life, lost love, love, sad, love,
Form:
Couplet