Meg B 3d

An insatiable hunger
that rips at my insides;
the more I get, the more
still I'm left wanting.

Mostly served in snacks,
rarely a full meal,
but I want you in five courses
with a glass of wine to pair.

I crave your
lips and fingers on my neck;
salivating at the sound of your voice.

I am famished for every inch of your body, starved for the  intricacies of your mind, ravenous for the layers of your soul.

I yearn for another taste of you,
each moment somehow more delicious than the last.

Oh how conveniently I often fail,
But not that my arms I do not flail.
Neither that soldier spirit ebbs away,
Nor this fighting spirit will ever sway.

What is wrong with my health,
Why all my systems get derailed.
Have I not lost so much of wealth,
How I avoid this approaching death.

May be a bad news for a few of you,
But as a good news for some of you,
Multiple systems in my body now fail.
I am not sure where I will land,
If in heaven or in hell,
If there exists a life after death,
I will await your ascent right there only.

If I die, ask my father for the password.

My HP Poem #1576
©Atul Kaushal

It was late and I was starving
So I gorged myself on you

Now you're gone and I'm still hungry
What am I to do?

Thomas EG Apr 3

I slowly debilitate into nothingness
For never before have I known this

Losing my appetite and my mind
Leaving my comfort far behind

Blinded by beauty, oh your smile
Could make this life seem worthwhile

There is nothing that I wouldn't do
For a chance to relax, just us two

Laying outside, beneath the moon
That shines but half as brightly as you

Kelsey Lauren Dec 2016

Let's talk about this.
Because I feel like I'm about to fall into that deep abyss.
Again.
So, let's listen to me then.
I want this to end.
You keep on talking about my weight.
I'm sure you do this, to motivate.
I know I'm ugly because I'm fat.
I know you all have been thinking that.
"Your shirt is looking a little tight."
"I'm sure you have a big appetite."
"Here I bought you a shirt that's 3 times the size you actually are!"
"You have a two piece swimsuit?! That's bizarre!"
Just leave me alone!
I get it, I've grown!
We are all going to die.
So why do you care so much about my BMI!?

I don't get it. I feel like I'm falling apart. Why won't they let it go? I get it but what am I supposed to do?! I can't lose weight in 3 seconds. I don't eat that unhealthy it's my genetics. Genetics will always screw you over in the end though, won't they?
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Oh boy that was rough but Im feeling a bit better now. This poem helped get out some pent up anger I've been hoarding for a while. Sorry for the little rant above but I felt it was important to not change what I wrote when I wrote this poem. :)
TERRY REEVES Mar 2016

I DREAMED OF BISCUITS WHILE LYING IN BED,
SOMETHING YOU CAN'T DO WHEN YOU'RE FINALLY DEAD,
I DREAMED THAT MAYBE I WOULDN'T WAKE UP,
BUT FIRST I HAD TO DEAL WITH AN OVERFLOWING CUP,
PERHAPS I'LL STAY HERE - NEITHER AWAKE OR DECEASED,
OF LONGING FOR EVERYTHING MY APPETITE HAS INCREASED,
YOU CAN'T TOUCH ME OR CHANGE MY MIND,
TO STAY IN THIS LIMBO I AM RESIGNED
TO MAKE THE BEST OF WHAT I'VE BEEN GIVEN,
I'M NOW IN MY OWN KIND OF HEAVEN, WHERE
I CAN CONJURE UP EVERY NEED BY
FLICKING THRO' FILES AND SELECTING MY FAVOURITE
SMILES; SOMEONE'S SHAKING MY SHOULDERS BUT
TO NO AVAIL- WHATEVER I WANT, I WILL NOT FAIL.

Pauline Russell Mar 2016

I'm going out to face the monster
She has hollow eyes and drool on her lip
I summons up all the courage I can foster
I'll stand tall and shoot straight from the hip

It stares at me with a snarl on it's snout
It's teeth are sharp they mean to pierce
I can't help but wonder what this farce is all about
Because this beast is looking mighty fierce

I slowly edge my way to the bag
It stares at me intensely
I'm hoping my steps don't lag
It's appetite is immensely

I pour the food into the bowl
Her tail starts waging like hell
I had reached my goal
Now my dog will have to wait for the next dinner bell

Darlene Chavez Jul 2015

My appetite ran away
The other day
I have seen it in awhile

This was supposed to be longer but I can't think of  the words to say. My mind is wack right now....
Pisceanesque Jul 2015

If I starved myself of food
I would never feel empty
because someone
with a taste for beauty
made you delicious.

© Tamara Natividad
www.pisceanesque.com
Written 12 January, 2014
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Mike Essig May 2015

For breakfast
a bowl of lust;
at lunch
a dish of desire;
a supper
of salacious stew:
each bite
slowly savored
then swallowed
like succulent,
steamy
bits of you.
  ~mce

A hungry poem.
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