Starve Poems - Poems about Starve

Like in a dungeon we live, Full of dissatisfaction and high charges of stuff With no sign of reduction but expansion As if we were victims of famine In a famished land. The rainbows of intercession speak not, And the markets, missing their right positions; In our little wages we battle with the economy But it seems it's overcoming us Starve! Starve!! Starve!!! We the...

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Skin and bones Skin and bones Should I be skin and bones? I am. I am. And flesh This flesh is a prison. Peel me, pluck out my Black organs and satiate This emptiness, This devastation that engulfs me. Thunder, rain, and now a flash of Lightening illumines my mismatched Figure that I hate. Hate. Tell me you mean well and Perhaps I’ll...

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I know what society wants me to do. And I know how to do it. I just don't want to do it. The normalcy that's been normal for so long starved my soul. And I am not starving it anymore....

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How to write about such a thing? Stalin in his vacation train across Ukraine to Sochi- Eating and drinking, full, talkative. A smoke or two. A nap. And the children in the barracks wanting only to die outside in the air, brother clutching sister, Sister sister. Bread, and then nothing. Oysters, salmon, pork loin, Steamed vegetables-wine. He ate what they could not imagine in a dream. They dreamed of dying with the...

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Shared compassion for all to embrace, fear never shown nor given from above- though some shy away from kindness, many bestow goodwill and generosity. For the Lord and His light shines when we bestow altruism. Bearing alms is benevolent- wearing consideration for other’s emotions creates a ripple effect of paying it forward; do you pay it forward? (I pray you pass along all the...

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I starve when you hurt I starve when you cry I starve even though there's food here but on t.v. I watch you die.. I give my last so you can live, I donate because I can give you a chance to live.. I teach my young ones to pray every day but little do...

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I wrote this in the dark with a candle and a hollow heart. Devotion to a flame I can't maintain disappoint is my counterpart. Emotion I contain explanation never gets me far. The tears I shed when nothing's said just show me who you really are . How could you leave me stranded I was branded when u left...

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Don't starve me of your heart beat and call it silence. Don't starve me of your soul's heat and call it suspense. Don't starve me of your sweet glow and call it absence. My dear, you are all I need to know, preen not in pretence....

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WHY click to read and listen else you won't know what your missin...

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Starved to death To respond back Seeking what lacks And what thieves got Left pain, a lot Relate back to the left...

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now it has outgrown both purpose and pity. A pity so unique that its softness leaves you scrambled like and egg. they will eat me soon with a cold fork covered in hard cheese a dishwasher overlooked. one word can make a difference, but, can there ever be a one one word poem?...

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Is Oil tasty? The filthy crude; what is the allure? It isn't food. Yet here I stand be-trodden; astonished at what I see, everyone is eating Oil; how can this be? How can this be? They put it on their toast, they put it in their cheese, they slurp it whole- and with such ease. The thought makes me recoil; people are eating OIl; It's in every mouth, in every...

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