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"fasted" poems
She saw the world through a camera lens And that's just how it was With filters and Glares from strangers Who didn't feel the sun She took photos of the rain And dewdrops on the grass Of smiling warm faces And things that were just crass She dreamt of her pictures Under bylines and over books Her documents of others Filled with stills that could speak words She took pictures of her girl Who was black and blue in depth Who wanted to be colored But her filter shown red She captured her in pain And in her rare bright smiles She told her that things "Just take a while" She made portfolios and scrapbooks Of their adventures and their muse She never knew that her girl would take her life At a quarter after two She cried and cried weeks to days Until the tears just stopped When she took a photo of the rain And felt her sadness drop It shattered all around the floor And she fumbled with the keys She printed all the pictures And posted them with ease She scattered them around the town Then fell down to rest For she could feel a burden being Lifted off her chest she went to the school Of the boy who had hurt her And her girl She stood up She told them "Has she finally done enough? She ripped her skin with blades And fasted for days. She lit skin on fire Just because you are liars. Look at this picture Do you see her Look mister She was beautiful Yet you made her feel Like she was void of zeal You're the ones who told her what to do And she took her own life Just like you told her to do. Are you happy now! Or are you feeling blue Are you regretting what you told her to do!" And with a single crack Of a baseball bat she took a picture Of there bodies cracked shells As she plumbed them to hell She saw that red filter And she felt the pain inside She could feel herself laugh Mania arise The she took one final shot A picture with the the two Then killed herself to rise anew And she got her picture under bylines And became famous for her art For everyone loves the artist Who kills for their art.
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May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 5:36 AM UTC
Through a Camera Lens
She saw the world through a camera lens And that's just how it was With filters and Glares from strangers Who didn't feel the sun She took photos of the rain And dewdrops on the grass Of smiling warm faces And things that were just crass She dreamt of her pictures Under bylines and over books Her documents of others Filled with stills that could speak words She took pictures of her girl Who was black and blue in depth Who wanted to be colored But her filter shown red She captured her in pain And in her rare bright smiles She told her that things "Just take a while" She made portfolios and scrapbooks Of their adventures and their muse She never knew that her girl would take her life At a quarter after two She cried and cried weeks to days Until the tears just stopped When she took a photo of the rain And felt her sadness drop It shattered all around the floor And she fumbled with the keys She printed all the pictures And posted them with ease She scattered them around the town Then fell down to rest For she could feel a burden being Lifted off her chest she went to the school Of the boy who had hurt her And her girl She stood up She told them "Has she finally done enough? She ripped her skin with blades And fasted for days. She lit skin on fire Just because you are liars. Look at this picture Do you see her Look mister She was beautiful Yet you made her feel Like she was void of zeal You're the ones who told her what to do And she took her own life Just like you told her to do. Are you happy now! Or are you feeling blue Are you regretting what you told her to do!" And with a single crack Of a baseball bat she took a picture Of there bodies cracked shells As she plumbed them to hell She saw that red filter And she felt the pain inside She could feel herself laugh Mania arise The she took one final shot A picture with the the two Then killed herself to rise anew And she got her picture under bylines And became famous for her art For everyone loves the artist Who kills for their art.
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i like to watch the cheetah as he begins to chase hunting for his food and his prey he does out pace gathering his speed as the hunt begins nothing can out pace him the cheetah always wins. the fasted cat alive his speed it is renown this is what he uses to catch and then bring down a hunter of the wild as fast as fast can be a proper born survivor running wild and free.
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Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 3:04 PM UTC
cheetah watch
i like to watch the cheetah with his need for speed fasted cat a live very fast indeed. chasing after prey gives him such a thrill then a mighty pounce he moves in for the **** bringing down his catch with the speed of sound with his cheetah skill he drags it to the ground. then he begins eat to fill his appetite this creature of the wild is such a lovely sight.
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Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 8:34 AM UTC
cheetah watch
there was a little donkey he was very small when stood by others they looked rather tall he had a big ambition to win a donkey race a derby for the donkeys he could win first place he put down his name at the local donkey show' in the donkey derby he could have a go he took it nice and easy till halfway through the race then towards the finish at his fasted pace the little donkey won his dream it had come true to win the donkey derby just like he dreamed to do
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Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 8:08 AM UTC
donkey derby
the leopard and the cheetah decided they would race to see who was the fasted with the faster pace they made up a track around the sandy plain first one to the end then race back again. they lined up together leopard shouted go cheetah right behind him he kept his pace real slow saving all his energy ready for the end then his faster pace  cheetah he would send. the race was near the end  leopard was a head cheetah he changed gear left leopard there for dead cheetah won the  race the fasted one was he fasted creature in the world he was meant to be.
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Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 2:19 PM UTC
leopard race
i like to watch the cheetah as he begins his chase running like the wind with his speedy pace chasing down his prey with such skill and grace like a racing car he begins his race'. then in to the air he will quickly bounce landing on to his prey with a mighty pounce the fasted of them all a lovely chap his he a hunter of the wild with a life so free
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Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 8:23 AM UTC
cheetah watch
+ A bed-sits high and dry,marooned on a sandbank of night. As radio 4-casts its nets to isolated ships like me that rudderless drift on into the light. Still dark outside,no sounds,save the distant echoing bark of a hungry fox ----streets away. Another dawn ripped blackbin bag of a day creeps and ouzes in Heavy unfocused lids fogged in the steamy smokeyness of tea and a first fag plenty of time plenty of time. Time before the world wakes to the morning pips and its flushing, brushing, rushing sounds A greyness gathers just beyound my pained curtains, as with a silent sigh a roosted blackbird clears its fasted throat. Then as if by magic I 'm carried, scimming high above and beyound this mooring set in a silvered sea,on a welcomed mantra known to all. As if a calling pray at day break,following each word in a moment subline Un angle vole un angle vole. Rockall - Malin - Hebrides Humber - Fisher - German bight Thames - Dover - Wight. Each single secert understood and noted only by a few as I glide over in paced, pausey surf rolling words North northeast - 994 - Falling slowly - Low pressure moving away - Gales 8 very poor - Backing 3-4 later - Mainly good - Becoming variable - Syclonic later - Increasing 6-7 mainly west - Swally showers for a time - Fair - Good. Oh so good, each pure English comforting sounds heard over lapping waves of air. The bushy wet nosed fox sulks and cowers away from the breaking sun, as the blackbird draws a dewdropped breath though golden nib and tapping gently, call a hidden choir into song just for me. Reminding me of the things I'd for gotten I care about. Sharp timed unwelcomed pips flood the ears to prise open sticky eyes from promised dreams and spoon-cuddles warm As I set forth on wetted pavements, ready to decline into my charted day. Yet smiling as if blessed and no longer alone But filled with early morning salty thoughts of strangers I have yet to meet
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Feb 24, 2011
Feb 24, 2011 at 7:47 AM UTC
Brighton Early
+ A bed-sits high and dry,marooned on a sandbank of night. As radio 4-casts its nets to isolated ships like me that rudderless drift on into the light. Still dark outside,no sounds,save the distant echoing bark of a hungry fox ----streets away. Another dawn ripped blackbin bag of a day creeps and ouzes in Heavy unfocused lids fogged in the steamy smokeyness of tea and a first fag plenty of time plenty of time. Time before the world wakes to the morning pips and its flushing, brushing, rushing sounds A greyness gathers just beyound my pained curtains, as with a silent sigh a roosted blackbird clears its fasted throat. Then as if by magic I 'm carried, scimming high above and beyound this mooring set in a silvered sea,on a welcomed mantra known to all. As if a calling pray at day break,following each word in a moment subline Un angle vole un angle vole. Rockall - Malin - Hebrides Humber - Fisher - German bight Thames - Dover - Wight. Each single secert understood and noted only by a few as I glide over in paced, pausey surf rolling words North northeast - 994 - Falling slowly - Low pressure moving away - Gales 8 very poor - Backing 3-4 later - Mainly good - Becoming variable - Syclonic later - Increasing 6-7 mainly west - Swally showers for a time - Fair - Good. Oh so good, each pure English comforting sounds heard over lapping waves of air. The bushy wet nosed fox sulks and cowers away from the breaking sun, as the blackbird draws a dewdropped breath though golden nib and tapping gently, call a hidden choir into song just for me. Reminding me of the things I'd for gotten I care about. Sharp timed unwelcomed pips flood the ears to prise open sticky eyes from promised dreams and spoon-cuddles warm As I set forth on wetted pavements, ready to decline into my charted day. Yet smiling as if blessed and no longer alone But filled with early morning salty thoughts of strangers I have yet to meet
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This weekend, something has awakened inside of me. This weekend I have lost my fear. I have fasted and been patient- I have enjoyed the company of my friends and enhanced in their sadness, their happiness, their contributions to the feeling of “whole”. I have seen human nature and kept to myself. I know that throughout all suffering I always have the peace of myself to return to, the inner quiet that speaks to me at night and envelopes me and tells me it will all be okay. There is beauty in the system, the system that lacks courage and strength, where cowards reside, there is also fault. Excellence and prodigious truth lie within nature, tranquility, the placidity and enjoyment of pedestrian life. Over complication does nothing to enhance life or living, and the creation of problematic situations is meaningless in any circumstance. To live and live in the lives of others is where true value lies, and I am settled, I am content.
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Feb 2, 2012
Feb 2, 2012 at 9:57 AM UTC
Weekend
Vegetarian After she divided The gills and scales for the crow and the cat Head for the youngest girl Tail for the smart son Middle pieces For husband and his friend, She became vegetarian Worried about being accused of the stench, Washed hands again and again Devout Fasted In answer to the question Why haven’t you eaten? Fasted in front of the innocence Which asked “Do you want this, mother? After fasting so many times She became known as very devout.
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Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 5:58 AM UTC
How she became vegetarian and devout
I FASTED for some forty days on bread and buttermilk, For passing round the bottle with girls in rags or silk, In country shawl or Paris cloak, had put my wits astray, And what's the good of women, for all that they can say Is fol de rol de rolly O. Round Lough Derg's holy island I went upon the stones, I prayed at all the Stations upon my matrow-bones, And there I found an old man, and though, I prayed all day And that old man beside me, nothing would he say But fol de rol de rolly O. All know that all the dead in the world about that place are stuck, And that should mother seek her son she'd have but little luck Because the fires of purgatory have ate their shapes away; I swear to God I questioned them, and all they had to say Was fol de rol de rolly O. A great black ragged bird appeared when I was in the boat; Some twenty feet from tip to tip had it stretched rightly out, With flopping and with flapping it made a great dis- play, But I never stopped to question, what could the boat- man say But fol de rol de rolly O. Now I am in the public-house and lean upon the wall, So come in rags or come in silk, in cloak or country shawl, And come with learned lovers or with what men you may, For I can put the whole lot down, and all I have to say Is fol de rol de rolly O.
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The Pilgrim
there was a little horse a lovely chap was he and he dreamed that one day a race horse he would be running round the course at his fasted speed beating all the rest this little racing steed he would have a jockey riding on his back with his racing colors riding round the track he would try his best and use fasted pace heading for the finish line he would win his race this is what he dreamed of and he long to be a little racing champion for all the world to  see
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Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 10:18 AM UTC
racing champ
there was a little horse a lovely chap was he and he dreamed that one day a race horse he would be. running round the course at his fasted speed beating all the rest this little racing steed. he would have a jockey riding on his back with his racing colors riding round the track. he would try his best and use his fasted pace heading for the finish line he would win his race. this is what he dreamed of and he long to be a little racing champ for all the world to  see.
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Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 6:16 AM UTC
racing champ
There once was a spirit-filled pastor Who fasted like Jesus, his master:      For forty days lasted      A fast that he fasted While wanting the fast to go faster.
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Jun 22, 2023
Jun 22, 2023 at 3:23 PM UTC
Fast Like Jesus
The Holy Spirit took Him to the wind and sand, Left Him alone in dry air To meet the Devil. Forty days He fasted, Must have prayed, Alone. The Devil knew just where to find Him, Rolled up in a whirlwind, Did he? Or slithered he up, Wind in his face, The Serpent, from behind? The conversation followed, Enough to raise my hair, "I've been given total dominion Of earth and sky down here. The glory is all mine." "Unlimited my power Within the earthly plane, And all of it you'll have, If you but praise my name." The Devil said his piece, Then waited, Plotting Jesus' pain For invading his dominion For bringing Glory down. He proffered ease of life And Earth's opinion, The greatest things he owned To tempt the Chosen One: A monstrous devil's game... Risk every earthly thing For the Knee of the Almighty. Jesus spoke: "Satan, get behind. Worship only God, your Lord, Serve no one but Him." So Satan took the two of them To the top of the temple spire, "Fall free from here, Let angels catch; Subsume human desire!" Jesus answered quickly, "You shall not tempt your Lord." And so the Devil left Him, The Tempter's power, blown. And so began The Savior's journey Toward a humble Cross, The Gate Post to our Home.
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Aug 25, 2019
Aug 25, 2019 at 10:51 PM UTC
Dealings with the Devil
Have prayed and praised and fasted, And have done all what one knew to do. Still sick, jobless, barren or indebted, One would be wondering what anew Is to be done more, for a miracle To happen and dislodge one's obstacle. Are God's ears deaf, one may think, Reasoning if his eyes are not blind? For how could he allow one to sink In the sea of sorrow, if he is kind Indeed to every member of his creatures On earth, whom he daily nurtures? Yet, the Lord is faithful forever Despite the many spites of one's life. Though one may not now be as that feller Rich, hale and hearty, or like that nymph Heavy; yet God shall the situation turn Around. To every even, there must be a morn. He that for compassion wholly a widow's Mount of debts leveled and gave progeny To Sarah and Anna, who alone windows In heavens made and healed grave infirmity. Christ can this dead raise and cause that dry Bone to live again; no pain escapes his eye.
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Feb 13, 2013
Feb 13, 2013 at 9:51 AM UTC
Despite the Spites of Life
The only time I've ever felt hunger was when I fasted for 48 hours in the 11th grade just for attention After I ate my first pop-tart I pooped so hard I got angry at God I got angry at God The boy blessed enough to be a picky eater In 19 years of being well fed the hardest thing I've ever had to swallow is my own pride They say if you feed a man a fish he will eat for a day Well I've never caught a fish in my life and half the time I'm too afraid to order a pizza because I think I'll mess it up So tell me why when I go to restaurants my taste buds feel entitled to slaves Why do they whip servers into making my meat medium well My teeth have never tasted blood My mouth doesn't know dry I've never dreamt of food because I don't know life without it But at least once a week I get mad that McDonald's doesn't deliver I once watched a cow get slaughtered and I didn't blink an eye because I could already taste her in my mouth In the same year my history class raised money for nine months to buy one goat to send to a village I've never heard of The contrast is cruel I can remember the last sound the cow made but I can't remember the sounds that made up the village's name or its people So I hope you'll understand that when I utter the unfathomable phrase "I'm starving" all I can taste in my mouth is shame
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May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 12:23 AM UTC
Meat
Sin enslaved me many years, And led me bound and blind; Till at length a thousand fears Came swarming o'er my mind. "Where," said I, in deep distress, "Will these sinful pleasures end? How shall I secure my peace And make the Lord my friend?" Friends and ministers said much The gospel to enforce; But my blindness still was such, I chose a legal course: Much I fasted, watch'd, and strove, Scarce would shew my face abroad, Fear'd almost to speak or move, A stranger still to God. Thus afraid to trust His grace, Long time did I rebel; Till despairing of my case, Down at His feet I fell: Then my stubborn heart He broke, And subdued me to His sway; By a simple word He spoke, "Thy sins are done away."
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The Heart Healed and Changed by Mercy
we are wanderers in a foreign land, exiles in search of home. nomads who shift through dirt and sand. Is this where we belong? A desert, a wilderness. A path made through promise of a kingdom paradise, so close and yet so far away. 40 days and 40 years are but a lifetime our lives are but a wilderness though we fast and pray trials and temptations come our way Be not fooled by Devil's sweet whispers But continue past these 40 days and though you fail in one way There is One who fasted and prayed overcame, and calls to you "Behold, the Kingdom is near" Repent.
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Apr 12, 2022
Apr 12, 2022 at 11:19 PM UTC
our lives are a wilderness.
His mighty self came through a ****** His unconditional love for us made Him cross the margin His royalty came as low as a carpenter Just to reconcile us back to the Father He passed through the heat of hell, to lay for us a path Tore in two the veil, so we’ll have access to His heart Willingly, He left the throne of grace To give us life, and in death take our place Who for the joy bore our pain Setting believers free from the enemy’s chain He felt all and more, what we now feel And despite our foolishness, won’t give up on us still For us He came, by us was rejected We lived in sin while for us He fasted Still for us He went to the cross And felt all kinds of pain in their gross It’s not much He’s asking for He’s just saying “wherever you are, be my ambassador” Growing up all round into my stature After all these proof of love…yes Jesus is worth dying for - Omodunmiju David
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Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 1:14 AM UTC
IT’S WORTH DYING FOR
The papers in my hand the knife is at my side, I thought I should say something before I went and died Dear mom and dad, I say I'm sorry it had to end this way I'm sick of this world and struggling just to live day to day Dear mom and dad I know you tried to do your best but know that it's not your fault cause deep inside I'm just a mess I tried to live the way you raised me, but it's hard when this world is so crazy I take the knife in my hand and I kneel down on the floor, my hand moves to my neck this is what I've been waiting for Suddenly a light fills my whole room and God looks at me and he tells me to stop, I look at him and I feel my knife drop Whats going on, are you out of your mind? Put down the knife and we can leave all this behind In anger I yell "do you know who I am?! The things in my life I deserve to be ****** I tried to live right but I can't deal no more, my parents health, and our dwindling wealth, this is easier for sure I called to you in vain all those wasted years! I prayed and I fasted, I waited for you in tears!! Not once did you answer a single plea that I cried! why appear now and suddenly care just before I died The Lord raised himself up and his voice boomed like thunder, "Listen to me carefully and learn to fear and wonder" I am the God that dared to create you and though this life is hard to go through, you have a purpose and a place that I need you ready to go do I bow my head and tears fall down, "Lord" I cry, "why would you use this broken *** A vessel to use I am not There are others out there that have their lives together, people that have never faltered and never waiver" The lord takes my hand and says, "see the scars on these wrists, signs that you went down spent time in despairs pits." I want to use you in your brokenness and weakness, lack of faith and this bleakness For in you with every scar, I can show off my glory and power, make the world tremble And praise my name every hour For in you they'll see what was broken and in pieces, something far stronger that is eternal and never ceases Now stand up my son, for that is what you are, never doubt my presence again, no matter where you are. I'm here to protect you, this life won't be easy, but I promise you I'm there, in the country, town, or city I stand up from my grave, the knife back in my hand, I throw it far across the room, and then I slowly stand. It's a war we wage, day after day, a fight inside that no other can keep at bay But with my God I will stand strong, Shine a light in a world that praises the wrong.
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Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 1:22 AM UTC
To Use A Broken ***
The papers in my hand the knife is at my side, I thought I should say something before I went and died Dear mom and dad, I say I'm sorry it had to end this way I'm sick of this world and struggling just to live day to day Dear mom and dad I know you tried to do your best but know that it's not your fault cause deep inside I'm just a mess I tried to live the way you raised me, but it's hard when this world is so crazy I take the knife in my hand and I kneel down on the floor, my hand moves to my neck this is what I've been waiting for Suddenly a light fills my whole room and God looks at me and he tells me to stop, I look at him and I feel my knife drop Whats going on, are you out of your mind? Put down the knife and we can leave all this behind In anger I yell "do you know who I am?! The things in my life I deserve to be ****** I tried to live right but I can't deal no more, my parents health, and our dwindling wealth, this is easier for sure I called to you in vain all those wasted years! I prayed and I fasted, I waited for you in tears!! Not once did you answer a single plea that I cried! why appear now and suddenly care just before I died The Lord raised himself up and his voice boomed like thunder, "Listen to me carefully and learn to fear and wonder" I am the God that dared to create you and though this life is hard to go through, you have a purpose and a place that I need you ready to go do I bow my head and tears fall down, "Lord" I cry, "why would you use this broken *** A vessel to use I am not There are others out there that have their lives together, people that have never faltered and never waiver" The lord takes my hand and says, "see the scars on these wrists, signs that you went down spent time in despairs pits." I want to use you in your brokenness and weakness, lack of faith and this bleakness For in you with every scar, I can show off my glory and power, make the world tremble And praise my name every hour For in you they'll see what was broken and in pieces, something far stronger that is eternal and never ceases Now stand up my son, for that is what you are, never doubt my presence again, no matter where you are. I'm here to protect you, this life won't be easy, but I promise you I'm there, in the country, town, or city I stand up from my grave, the knife back in my hand, I throw it far across the room, and then I slowly stand. It's a war we wage, day after day, a fight inside that no other can keep at bay But with my God I will stand strong, Shine a light in a world that praises the wrong.
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fall into sleep thy body always Spring, let thy hair uncrisply from mutest gold turn from youth's splendors towar' wrinkles; fold. of thy mouth make early nothing, as April flowers tender pass thy lips to clearings cold with kissless hours slender. fear not the weary mile treaded years shall always bring walk in fasted silence and of thy ending slowly sing.
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Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 6:04 AM UTC
Untitled
In night's steady, undisturbed work you are the first break. Now as you begin to feel the dew, see the snow now about you through the plane, the vastness which not even the birds have yet filled, it sees you. You have both fasted, but it has feasted. Eating your absence to become a little green, this springiness, this welcoming of the not yet arrived before the landslide of day with its crevices made by small decision, a road you took yesterday that made you nut. But now there there is no hardness to find. You see it sailing towards you, half-formed across the white, this lime in a snowstorm, gleaming. Eat and you will be as other men scattering dust away from paths. Follow it and you will always be looking back as you climb behind it, uncertain, you will disappear into daybreak.
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Mar 12, 2012
Mar 12, 2012 at 3:34 AM UTC
Morning and I
A moon princess prepares for her coronation: She wakes early every morning to chant ancient songs, remains a light turned on, a bright good morning from winter to spring; leaves offerings of her tears and laughter at the alter with care; fasted, washed her face and hair and danced naked in the stream from day to night. After turning away from herself she turns back with rosy cheeks: A moon princess prepares for her crown: she wears the webbed melody of singing stars strung together, she hums and resonates her body begins to harmonize her voice turns to gravity: she can speak she can think she can hear; her hand outstretched to the people, her love refined
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Jan 31, 2017
Jan 31, 2017 at 5:03 PM UTC
A moon princess
These lightning bolts these forks of electricity what drove Billy Elliot to dance is driving me to be happy hunger pains; the closest to magic ill ever know the closest to wonder ill ever feel 5 or 6 days no food just numbers just food addicted to the pain that crippled me in two that sheds salt from my eyes it means its working all my hard work is paying off. ill become skinnier less of a beast less of a fat ape less of a life potato. drop a few pounds bragging about the time i fasted for 8 days and lost 16lbs. beautiful. collar bones jaw bones ribs hips femurs transform me.
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Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 3:32 PM UTC
the hunger games
she liked to fast. and sometimes she fasted for days.
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Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 6:24 PM UTC
fast (10w)