Short Uneaten Poems

Short Uneaten Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Uneaten by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Uneaten by length and keyword.


Meow

the catbird
was eaten
by our

neighbor's
cat so now
i can

eat the uneaten
elderberries
but how

to
treat
the cat
Form:


In the Wine

Starving within the memory of a feast     
  uneaten

My bread forever disappearing       
  —in the wine

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)

Premium Member My Father's Oatmeal

My father placed it in a bowl,
in a bowl, before me. 
It made me sorry to my soul.
'Twas then that I could see...
that I became aware...
the oatmeal sitting there
was not oatmeal I could eat -
I'd asked for cream of wheat,
and the cereal of my father,
my own dear uncle's brother, 
sat uneaten, and grew cold,
as both of us grew old.
Form: Rhyme

In the Wine

I offered up my truest and best love  
  for you

Leaving wishes on the altar     
  for everyone else

A first and last supper combined    
  into one

Judas getting fat from a promise    
  denied

Starved within the memory of a feast     
  uneaten

My bread forever disappearing       
  in the wine

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)

Premium Member Colors and songs

stop connecting
dinner plates.
There is no room
for nourishment
or meaning.
Forget dessert.

I will be there.

Let me dance naked.

I will be raw 
and incorrect.

I am full of manic
mannerisms
and dramatic
gestures
that dance, 
however desperately.  

Tomorrow 
I will edit
the imperfections.

Today, 
let it be
in the uneaten peas
on a plate.

The errors 
illustrate me.
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Chickadee

A bird succumbed by its family, 
With a dainty little song
They survive natures winters
They survive through it all
So I wonder about this chickadee 
Which visits me
And I wonder what a coincidence it may be
That I’ve never had birds
Or even heard them sing
For before, I had bird seeds,
Uneaten and clean
And now with abundance,
There’s always a mess
And a song, and a dance
While I drink my coffee

Wasting Food

I hate to see a plate of wasted food
uneaten stuff thrown callously away
no care for hunger and starving lot
delicious delicacies left to decay.

An ocean of undernourished children
skinny bones, wait for a morsel of toast.
Scrapping leftovers in  drains and bins,
Superpowers or frankenstein ghosts?

I hate to see a plate of wasted food,
My only appeal, is this what we  should? 




29th May 2019
Sponsor	Kevin Shaw
Contest Name: It really gets me going
Form: Rhyme

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