Blue streets and withering weathers,
In the middle yet too far,
When near, the nemesis narrows not
A calm that your sweet air might mar
The sound of birthing silence, I wonder how how it feels.
Melodies of melting mountains mourning,
Free birds under the lush sky to blame
Astonishing symphonies fading away,
These winds will not rhyme today
To bury in these underweight verses, I wonder how it feels.
Seven feet above death, seven steps closer to life
To walk, I wonder how it feels.
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24th of May, 2022
Sentimentality Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Categories:
underweight, blue, freedom, senses, silence,
Form: Free verse
Who’s that fellow that came, you know, what’s his name?
The one who was quite underweight
He came round last week, with a zit on his cheek
And he mended and painted our gate
Come on, you should know it was you had to show
Him the things that were needing repair
He was ever so lean and not very clean
And was toothless with bright ginger hair
He had no teeth at all he was ever so tall
And was scrawny and lanky and long
He’d no meat on his frame but was awfully game
And for someone so skinny, quite strong
His mum had dementia he’d mislaid his denture
He came and he did a good job
He was gummy and thin with an odd kind of grin
Oh yes! It was thin gummy Bob
Categories:
underweight, funny, mum,
Form: Rhyme
you must of have been a beautiful baby
for when I first became pregnate I didn't
want any children
with a tiny frame and underweight body
I was content with own self just being me
and now the biggest choice had to be dealt with
thru each doctor visit of getting stuck with needles
drinking ungodly fluids to radiate my body
and to be poked and probed by doctors I didn't know
not to mention having swollen feet severe heartburn everyday
hemroids and the throwing up for four months did I really
want to put myself thru this all to be a new mother
I knew when I first saw the ultra sound images
there was no other choice but to keep battling the odds
that were stacked against me
as I talked to you each day in my womb I kept letting
you know that mama would keep you safe from any storm
and there shall never be any doubt of me not wanting you
so my little darling you must have been a beautiful baby
for today I am watching you turn into a beautiful young woman
with a beautiful heart like your mama
Entry For
Deborah Guzzi's
You Must Have Been A Beautiful Baby
Categories:
underweight, daughter, dedication, devotion, faith,
Form: Free verse
You might be filthy rich
Or even extremely poor.
Maybe you can't be serious
Or maybe just too mature.
You might get straight A's
Or flunk out of school.
You might act like an angel
Or maybe just plain cruel.
You might be a little heavy
Or a little underweight.
Maybe you're heterosexual
Or not exactly straight.
You might be a model
Or possibly the milkman.
Maybe you're from Africa
Or the country of Japan.
Religion, career, wealth,
Looks,gender, and race
You're still beautiful.
No matter what the case.
People might fight
And disagree with you
Just don't forget
That they're beautiful too
Beauty is everywhere
Just open your eyes and see
Beauty is a lot like love
It has no cost, its free
If you ever forget this
Look in the mirror and say
"I am beautiful,
In every single way''
Categories:
underweight, inspirational, life, people, philosophy,
Form: I do not know?