hungry for the tons of resources
that lay beneath the
hungry for them and looking
to find what else can be

the hunger is never ending
we're consuming more and more
the hunger doesn't abate
as if there's a colossus galore

the world's population
exhausting the
the world's population
eating every crumb of

yet the day will arrive
when our precious resources
aren't readily at hand
they'll be depleted in supply
running down to a level  
that won't service demand

too hungry the population
too hungry the  population

I’m sorry
I opened your chest
I took a peek
And maybe a bite
I’m sorry
But you’re just not here
He’s sitting right here
You’re just on another plane of existence
I’m sorry
But I just can’t help it
I couldn’t wait
I’m so hungry

Alternative title “I’m sorry what I said when I was hungry” cause it was on a $5 t shirt at Walmart I think but I thought maybe I should keep things a lil serious in my poems lol
Cat Sep 27

Calling ahead
Drowning in the Masonite
Floor boards
Spring board
Spring back
There's shallots on the back burner
Rip tides
Dead minds
The coyotes convene at two

Myrrdin Sep 22

I have to eat
The doctor told me
In this sterile room
In a sterile building
With bright lights
Machine noises
Nurse's whisper
I can't leave
Or so I'm told
I have to eat
Security brings things
A tightly wrapped
Crumbly muffin
Cold water
Cold coffee
I'm tired
I have to eat
So I can't leave
So I'm counting
Ceiling tiles
And hoping they
End odd
When they don't
I cry
I recount
1, 2, 3, 4
I have to eat
5, 6, 7, 8
I can't eat
So I can't leave.

Art Sep 20

How hungry you were
Sinking your hooks in deep,
cracking open my chest,
looking for more. But
I've felt this before.

How hungry you were, those
sharp fingers tearing at my skin
and leaving me sore,
Cracking ribs open like toothpicks
after a meal.

How hungry you were.
Craving my healthy heart and
blood. Lapping it all up
like some depraved thirsty dog.

How hungry you were
to satiate your pain,
to toss yours away
and replace it with mine.

Oh how hungry you were,
when you found me empty.

Fool me once...
RoyHal Sep 17

Slice my heart with your silence
Roast my brain with your memory
Sprinkle  2 pinches of regrets on my story
Saute my waist with traces of your arms till i'm crunchy
Lay me on a burnt slice of Should Have Been
Lay me there medium rare, with my scars on display

There you have it
A masterpiece  dish,
In need of a fancy french name
Of what love looks like
When its too much

Meg B Sep 16

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.

Nylee Sep 9

They are taking away my piece of cake
and don't even eat it
but for me it was my bread
my only need right now
but they got to grab it first
and they just threw it away
without a thought on
how many hungry could have had a bite.

shyguypoetry Sep 2

Dear car behind me,
I want medium well fries.
Let's sit together

Most sublime, the art of love is,
the inner worlds, it keeps churning.
At her I take a hard look; at once
I fully realize this,her lips tremble
like the fecund earth, awaiting seeds!

Eyes acquire a misty morn quality
that to her tell aloud "Look at him!
he is the one you had seen in a dream
and swooned, pained not knowing
where to find him,out side the dream"

That meta text's context quickly get
transferred, to my database of smells
warmth and endearing sounds,pout
of lips conveying multiple meanings;
my search runs exactly three seconds,
decides to cue her on the result,still not
open, an enigma it remains,but she gets it.

A twitch starts at that exact moment,
somewhere deep, that's all I can tell,
in us both it resonates, deep,  till we shake
uncontrollably like two leaves in a blizzard!

Her feet wear, two shoes made of wind,
and mine try to match their frenzied speed,
in course, rush , collide in a mid air embrace.
Two pairs of hungry lips, now need no words,
to see what just spontaneously, did happen
at nature's own, sweet, free, will, ethereal!

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