Starved Poems - Poems about Starved

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...

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

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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,...

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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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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...

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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...

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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 -...

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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...

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Let's take the world as it began. First, there was Earth, animals, and then man. Let's finish this case: then came the human race--people of the human face. Where did all these human laws come from? They came from them who are us, along with fun. Then came sex to complete the human deck, given...

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Affection appears in many different ways.. A caress.. A warm embrace... A kiss.. Holding hands.. Arms wrapped around one's shoulder.. Loving warm smile.. Distributing unconditional love.. Starved for affection I am.. Child I was.. Abundance of food existed.. Lack of affection existed.. As I hungered for affection.. Unwanted I felt.. Lost in my own reality.. Feeling unloved.. A caress Warm embraces.. Kisses.. Holding hands.. Was indeed many of my fantasies.. Day dreams often flowed.. From childhood.. To adulthood.. Starvation...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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On this peaceful land where we live comfortably with the neighboring villagers sharing the sun and moon, stars and clouds, winds and waters, rains and snows; we sow the seeds on the field, wander in the wilderness to spot the games to hunt in the changing colors of the flowers in the time of bloom and fruit...

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