Thin Poems - Poems about Thin

The eating of pie before dinner, It isn’t on point to get thinner. It’s best to let go That tin pan of woe, And be a calorical winner. ...

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i don't believe you i want to but i can't you're smoke and mirrors you're on you're off you're on again you're here you're gone you're all attention when i explode your minimum is not enough you don't impress me you fail at every chance your minimum will never be enough put on the spot you make the effort but empty promises is what i get convincing at the...

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Propped up on willpower strong Wants and needs in war prolong Tested far beyond my means Clinging tight to hopes and dreams Each day teeters on near collapse Strength in danger enabling relapse Endless trials pain and sting What new battle will tomorrow bring? ...

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Beneath the thin veil of humanity, where the heart flutters like a trapped butterfly, Lies the stir of an ancestral cruelty, a seed deeply buried, In the soil watered by the tears of compassion and the silent blood of struggle, We are sculpted from the duality of nature, where claw and caress coexist, Each breath a battle between light...

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I've been looking all day for a smile. Seems that laughter's finally out of style. And up ahead is another empty mile. I'm not sure that I want a change But I don't really want to stay the same. Can I be faithful to both my heart and mind? Walking the long thin line... I've been searching for a place to stay. I...

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Thoughts can be thin fractures in the order of things. Sometimes my dorm room seems a sterile sarcophagus, like an accusation, or an interrogation about my romantic choices, with nothing warm or inviting there. Sometimes I’ve just got to get out. Leong and I decided to go to ‘Toads Place’—a bar right across the street from campus. Still,...

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Quiet sighs and quick goodbyes, and road-less-traveled-bys have me wondering— why are the biggest storms named after people? I could fall for a tornado, get lost in the beauty of its eye, and dance with it— until the storm runs dry. Or until I die. I was standing on the thin ice between falling in love and falling for lies, only, I couldn’t tell which it was. But...

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I see your ember devouring the void, brittle flames thrashing in the black— a thing of hunger, of flickering edges, too thin to hold the weight of your fire. I watch as your heat distorts the air, turning breath into a shimmer of ruin. You are light, you are rage— a blaze that burns but cannot warm. I stand, still, in the shadows...

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Well tickle me bum and call me Lucy Got really great news pay attention it's juicy Seems to lose weight All you need do is wait Eventually you'll be skeleton thin quite spooky...

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If you accept me as a friend I will stand by you till the end You can count on me when you end up in a sea of bubbles and troubles. I will make you glad when you are sad. I will stay by your side even when you say goodbye. We will be thick as thieves and hide joint tricks up our sleeves. We...

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LOVE Affection devotion Cherish endearment liking Malevolence aversion scorn Ardo zeal paramour Rancor jaundice Hate 11/17/24 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024 ...

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Long Thin Blade of Weariness... gloom of daze parries the long thin blade of weariness metaphors adjust frequency matched patterns of interwoven connectivity through mirrored meaning... sameness, a variation of conformity, eventuates in perennial lack for something notable to be rendered as an attendant distraction... corsets laced tightly although it be hidden... armatures support long in the tooth masses of wobbly flesh and...

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the air becomes thin the changing of seasons come i can barely breathe...

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Through the thin veil of memories, nights flow like a river of ancient ink, weaving mystic shadows in the silent dance of time. There is no shortage of good days, but good lives are like hidden treasures, rare and precious, like falling stars in the infinite night. A life of good days lived through the senses is not enough; the life of...

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In the days that gradually thin, sprinkled with the last strands of sand, Evening descends upon my old and warm soul, Bony and stiff fingers, yearning for the warmth of the waning summer, As the approach of autumn whispers again in the jingle of copper leaves. My knees, never masters of the paths we'd still wander, Bend under the weight...

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