Starved Poems | Examples

Reckon So

A conglumalate of comapnies gathered together to Unite
under one banner. The sorted the talents, and ranked : reranked
several Pro Grapplers.both in Kayfade and for-reallie-dough!
They excluded the Juggernaut.
The one the World might envy.
But the saw fit to advertise in markets where they are sucluded and often riciculded.
A straight forward Sports Genred Event.
Was advertsied. The Caption said on this date from now and forever all the world shall speak of _______________ As World Champion! They advertised it like they were from the year. 2033 which is a big deal in some wrestling areas. The Guilds and The Guilded are to compete before an "awaiting " Hungery World!
I think this is a novel concept.
Bravo!
Bravo!

Passion

Your passion ignites your soul
The flames burning tirelessly
But your fire isn't immortal
Deprived and starved of the things you crave.

Love Starved

Its midnight, my hair is frizzy from the rain
I can’t fight, I'm going numb from all the pain
The night sky dusts my face with tiny stars
But to you i still don’t look quite good enough

Sometimes , i just want you to kiss the scars
On my thighs, and tell me I’m a work of art,
love lies, between the seams and in the cracks
Of my life 
It is seldom found

Starve

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.

Customer Starved Prostitutes

A half hour ago they were eight,
For the attention of Adult Males Fighting;
Now, it is worrisomely late,
And not a credible single sighting!
No compromises with the venereal disease-parading,
As every loose Eve is sensibly upgrading …

But the clearly-bent-by-age,
Are as clearly out of it:
If one should with The Wizened open a page
One is in Satan’s personally dug pit
It not being all about receipt of asked bills,
But also about a man not supported with staff,
For no real Eve barricades herself from thrills,
Many going for it, not by a half …

Not quite the hour to start freeing tears
But some moment to entertain normal fears;
Customer – Starved Prostitutes, 
Bent on not being mixed up with Destitute!

Starved

8/31/21


In life, I haven't got far
It's been a mess, instead of on par

Everyday I party like a Rockstar
Always watching out for a cop car

I've been smoking hard
My lungs might be the color of tar

I've been drinking hard
My liver must be scarred

For a long time going hard
With some but not enough regard
Did a whole lot of harm
Leaving mental and physical scars

Despite being stabbed in the back with barbs
Because they didn't want to see me living large

These are the memoirs
Of someone that's been starved
They had to take charge
Instead of just counting their lucky stars

Starved To Death

My truck is almost full
of birds , that have risked
their last migration
for a journey to the planet mercury.
So fell from the sky 
a ton of fried chickens.
I won't have to swing my fork
in the stars, 
nor to plant my fingers
in the electrical socket,
there will still be some time
before I starved to death.

RC

initially written in french


- Mon camion est presque  plein
d'oiseaux qui se sont risqués
dans leur  dernière migration
pour la planète mercure.
Ainsi, est tombé du ciel 
une tonne de poulets  frits.
Je n'aurai pas à balancer ma fourche
dans les  étoiles, 
ni à planter mes  doigts
dans la prise  électrique,
il se passera  encore un peu de temps
avant que  je ne meure  de faim.

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More Die Starved of Love

The unkindest of human dread 
That hits men 'pon this heart-less earth,
Not of flesh made nor is blood red—
But being left to live in dearth.
Faults of flesh can well be treated,
If not cured, alleviated,
But man no hospital has made
To cure the pain of loneliness,
Nor has medicines invented
For despair, nor for hopelessness,
Many a man has died for bread—
For a mere morsel, roof above,
Jaundiced when get heads, hearts jaded,
More die starved for mere scraps of love.
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This sonnet has tetrachords instead of the usual pentameter.
The lines are iambic as usual.

  Sonnets | 07.12.08 |

Amygdala Starved

Shut mine eyes and close my throat
Cut from me my senses
Maybe then my parting note
Will drift back through my defenses

Cut out my thoughts and burn my heart
Amygdala starved and drowned
Maybe then I’ll wait to part
If first I bathe in silent sound

Static, static, no reception
When all seems quite lost
My shining eyes for your deception
Buried in warm frost

Fear Is a Starved Lion

fear is a starved lion
daily feeding on hearts
of the cowardly men
but the meal so eaten
does not get finished
flesh continues to grow
bones crack, never split
blood does not overflow
but the cowardly men
die each day of the meal

Starved Stomachs

The eyes were constantly searching,
Searching for the food to quench the appetite.
But the stony passers were ignoring
the hungry mouths, imagining of a bite.

Poverty has become an antagonist,
In the story of starved stomachs.
Each character and himself the protagonist
Just thinks and their thumbs they sucks.

The eyes shed bitter tears
And their hearts complained to the Lord,
"O Almighty! Are we lacking in prayers
or had done the deeds so abhorred?"

Unbeatable crying, but still lives the hope
And it will live until breaks the life's rope.

Love Starved

my heart has been broke and bruised
By my own family iv been abused
There is more hate than love in the house
Happiness is just word that i know
but the feeling is treasure i cant seem to get
Every fault and wrong falls on my head
I spend my days in my room on my bed
wishing i could they would one day find me dead
I have a purpose and goal i have to achieve
The idea of death is then pushed away
i am going to spread my wings in fly with the birds

Love Starved

If love is a hunger.Then my heart is 
empty.The pains run deeper then 
the pacific ocean floor.So many 
lovers my heart feels like a revolving 
door.I ask my mother to feed me 
cause i    hunger for her love .She 
gave me the left over scraps from 
my sisters and brother.barely 
enough to stop the pain.I ask my 
father to feed me and he only feeds 
my mother ,and when he 
remembers that I have no love he 
says hes fresh out.I asked my 
husband to  feed me .But he cant 
even make food.He gives me a 
dinner mint of lust .It disappears as 
soon  as it touches my 
lips.Countless lovers taking from an 
already starved heart. The inner 
parts of my heart consumed by the 
love given but never received.My 
heart is just and empty hollow lining 
.So empty the hunger pains can 
never be felt again.

Sex-Starved

Desire coursing through my veins,
Blazing a trail through my sex-starved body.
Thought-patterns cease in my brain,
And a feral hunger dwells within my eyes.

This primal urge, this unslaked lust,
Takes control of my heated blood.
I burn like I'm about to self-combust,
As this fire consumes my body and soul.

This hunger for you I cannot deny,
Nor do I want to quench this thirst.
Take me baby, take me high,
And we shall plummet to the depths of Hell.

Desire coursing through my veins,
Blazing a trail through my sex-starved body...

From Starved, To Death

as travelers do
i searched for food
drifts of snow
i fought my way through
i came to a cabin
deep in the woods
i knocked politely
as any man should
there came no answer
nobody is home
i walked inside
feeling ever alone
a loaf of bread
don't mind if i do
my taste buds ignite
and just as i chew
the shot rang out
i hit the floor
the blood ran thick
I'm hungry no more
my body went numb
now i cant see
from starved, to death
there's no saving me

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