Starving Poems

Starving poems bring the best collection of short and long starving poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great starving rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these starving poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on starving are here for you.

Looking For Paragon

Looking For Paragon short poem

With so much of bad dreams so much of screaming in the past you are living someone need to enlighten as you are stuck in the past and you are frighten there is so much around you, so many people

Hunger And Anger

Hunger And Anger short poem

When the tummy is empty It cries for food When the mind is disturbed It shouts with anger When the tummy is half filled, it asks for more when the mind is unsteady it shouts but repent instantly When the

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African Child Day

African Child Day short poem

I’m born African In the sands of Kalahari, the jungles of Southern Africa In the wonders of Nyanga In the heat of Savanna I’m born African. I bear the title of them born and raised In the sands that I

A Water View!

A Water View! short poem

Like a tear, rolling down or the roaring, mighty, ocean wave, there rests love, sublime! Yes! the darkness, in the death or the fearless, of a myth, are all real, only underneath! About the sailor who tried or the failure,

All Is Not Lost

All Is Not Lost prose poem

All is Not Lost To you without a partner feeling lost and alone To you without food, starving broke without a home All is not lost – you have a glorious life ahead Do not dwell on the past, erect

Every Wife’s Love Affair

Every Wife’s Love Affair short poem

Her contemplation is blue, like Monalisa’s portrait; That smilingly caresses with her latent tears. Nobody knows, When She cravingly sobs and; Where she wishfully cries; And who knows? When, she’d sacrifice her next smile; Her every smile in love. Her

I have a dream!

I have a dream! prose poem

I have a dream that each day I call unto morning and rinse my face; I will feel the breeze of last and start something new. Something needed but not known to attention. I do have a dream that when

Love Desires

Love Desires short poem

PaI just plucked an orchid of adore, Fragrant blossom so rare in odor, Desires full flourish on the body, Nestled in that space, ever ready My lips, a humming blue night bird Hungry for passion, not by a word, Hanging

The Difference

The Difference short poem

I was watching a flight of swans in a neat row over the horizon. You were counting the pebbles on the beach. Sun will shortly crease the clouds, but first let us decide for our starving existence how far is

Heartbroken

Heartbroken short poem

Velvet wilted rose petals Fallen rain pelts against a window pane Music soothes the soul I am whole Alone twice amongst a desolate world Cold starving hunger Lingering amidst a velvet heart Raisin wine symphony Fill my being Making love

Live In Your Way

Live In Your Way short poem

River flows in it’s own way, Let it be …. People think only about themselves, Let them be …. Air flows only where it builds it’s way, without taking my tears away . Let it be …. People are there

Call Me Medusa

Call Me Medusa prose poem

These sleazy intentions seem to kill more than those so-called “reported” serial orgasms. To say, -off the record- that you give me both… feels very disturbingly corrupt yet thats not why you see me blushing. can this burning betrayal flesh

The Fall

The Fall short poem

You were starving the words to commit the waves of hunger. What I wanted was a patch of shade under an olive grove. No intrusion. It was a miscarriage of justice. We were searching the – missing links between the

Where We Live

Where We Live long poem

Some people like to say what’s wrong with this person or that person And of course, we’re all such easy pickings . . . Perhaps existence is, in some way, divided into what’s wrong, right, and unimportant between good, bad

A Day For A Lifetime

A Day For A Lifetime ballad

Driving my car across the country, numerous years ago, going to a new place, Changing who I’d know A loud bang broke the boredom and blue smoke filled the air, engine was A ’knocking, a sound beyond compare I rolled

Passing The River

Passing The River short poem

Passing The River I saw men at war And I mourned the dead I thought to myself why can’t we just love each other instead Passing The River I saw starving children at play It made me laugh a little

She Breaches

She Breaches short poem

Gulls swarm above the lake, clockwise and counter hundreds of miles from the sea, just a step below the unclothed mountain shoulders, they churn swerve near each other like some game, my brother tells me he wouldn’t be surprised if

The Fight For My Life

The Fight For My Life long poem

I’m a prisoner -A prisoner of my mind. I can’t be free. I can’t be me. Locked in by anxiety, interrogated by insecurity, and depression is barricading the door. With no room to breathe, I can feel my lungs collapse

Storming Out During Blackberry Season

Storming Out During Blackberry Season long poem

somewhere out on the island after a bitter flight one of those roads where they let the timber stand stuck to the blind undulations in the landscape peaks and troughs more or less permanent just an empty place for wildlife

Withdrawal

Withdrawal prose poem

Our conversations are like kisses to me. Your mouth opens and closes in tandem with mine as we share emotions and intimacies, translating incomprehensible feelings from the hearts of our hearts. I feel you more in your absence than I

A Refugee

A Refugee prose poem

(1) A refugee searches out for his home. Suddenly, when dust lands down on his eyelids, he cries out: ‘Eureka, Eureka, I found out a hole’. (2) My wife and me had a dream; We said, we shall have our

Native Of Death

Native Of Death short poem

He had started his own manhunt for an autistic seal for a personal vision in deep waters. They had left him to die at bottom of pain. The silent screams against inhuman brutality started coming from underground. A photo montage

Petulance

Petulance short poem

My heart is starving, My lips are famished, My arms are cold, My strength is half of it. My mind races, My restless eyes close, My reasons to reason, Grow stale and fold. When you go I always pine, The

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An angel whispers

An angel whispers short poem

An angel whispers to you while you sleep; they say you’re ready to see God and he wants to see you. An angel whispers to you while you sleep; they say the moon is a daysleeper as in night it

O’ The Princess

O The Princess short poem

In the labyrinth of your eyes, He wanna be lost and die, Don’t you see his outer cries, Don’t you feel his inner demise, You are the one for which he tries, You are the one for which he lies,

November nights

November nights short poem

When the night train leaves the terminal, It’s body cold as a corpse, It’s lights alive as chickens in The butcher’s cage, I sit bunched up in my Flea market shawl beside the closed windows. I play that game of

When Words Are Read

When Words Are Read short poem

When words are read, my heart you will hear I’m far away, but you will feel me near Every single word, it’s meant ……………………………..for you To smile when the heart cries, To fall but then again to rise, The reason

Deserted Wasteland

Deserted Wasteland short poem

Life invades the truth. Who cares? The night was thin, my eyes will search for stars. Now pain travels, backward from a smile? A myth unfolds the terror, of infinite tomorrows, an escape from the eternity? We will die, only

Every Day

Every Day prose poem

Every day that goes by I remember when you used to love me and the tears fall like rain from my eyes because no one could ever take your place. Every day I die just a little bit more inside.

What’s Poetry To Me?

Whats Poetry To Me? short poem

What’s poetry to me Within myself I need to see It’s a flow of words Like the tweet of birds It’s a way to express Something you don’t want to suppress It’s a personal affair Revealed to the world in

Will She Live?

Will She Live? short poem

Darkness engulfs her She wants to live It’s her right Will she be able to see the light Of the world outside Or will there be female foeticide? I want to know Will she be able to see her parents

Who Are They

Who Are They long poem

In the silence of night In the brightness of day I often wonder who are they Who being miles away Touch my heart touch my soul Touch my life Touch my very existence From that long distance Each morning, each

Walking Through

Walking Through prose poem

I walked the roads, and followed every path When at last there was no more I ventured still to pass With hands outstretched and dreams held tight I walked the path into the night I found my way and prayed

Just Because We’re Over

Just Because We’re Over short poem

JUST BECAUSE WE’RE OVER Doesn’t mean we still can’t Be friends, JUST BECAUSE WE’RE OVER doesn’t mean We can’t still get together And have some fun every Now and then… After all the years we shared Together it would be

Brouhaha

Brouhaha short poem

Running to and fro, Going somewhere, going nowhere. Fighting for survival, fighting for revival, Some call it revolution I call it confusion. Hunger in the land, Trouble in our towns, Politicians say they have the solution, But their parties have

Night Terror

Night Terror prose poem

The sky is deep and murky green, The white sun sinking over the horizon, Extended by junk and litter. This is the oxymoronic haven. A carnival of despair Filled with torturous laughter Distorted, slow, hurdy-gurdy whistles, And tinkling, unsettling music-boxes.

Frozen Moment

Frozen Moment short poem

One vein in the temple swells and pulses in rhythm As thou know growing pain hurts more than normal pain Yearning for success,end seems so close though Iffy am I getting closer or getting far from now Waiting at the

Wilderness Choir

Wilderness Choir short poem

High above timberline on the fringe of a pristine alpine meadow in the dawning of a new wilderness day. The rolling bugle of a superior bull elk, reflected on this master bugler’s breath in the cool crisp air. A lonesome

Being A Girl.

Being A Girl. short poem

what is her fault? just ”being a girl”. Took her to the worst, left nothing to curse. No sense nor an idea, why and what is going on her. Calling out mom, wished hearts would really connected. considered her an

Hot To Trot

Hot To Trot long poem

Irish, Cherokee and Aries… Well they say look out he’s On the war path again I dare you to dare me to see Who can out drink who when It comes to whiskey, I dare You to dare me to