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Ill Fed Poems - Poems about Ill Fed


Winter Tales
...Snow White has put on her grey sludge dress, turning from princess to drudge overnight, She is a pidgin that takes its ill-fed feathers to brighter patches of sky seeking less frozen crumbs. R......

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Categories: ill fed, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Away In the Garden
...Away in the garden No plants are ill fed The soil is perfect In all the raised beds The fencing surrounds All of the plants But something burrowed Who invited the ants There’s chewing an......

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Categories: ill fed, animal, garden, silly,
Form: Rhyme



Premium Member Lady Liberty Sheds a Tear
...The Lady has a tear in her eye It douses the flame of her torch Whose sparks perish on her lifeless gown Its greenery scarred, now a desolate brown As the specter of nativism stalks her l......

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Categories: ill fed, america, cry, freedom, immigration,
Form: Rhyme
Topical
...There is something to be said for the upper middle boy who fails. You know the one Going through his twenties Supported by his parents but can’t commit to a job if it killed him. If his fath......

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Categories: ill fed, money, political, poverty, society,
Form: Free verse
Burning Out of the Dark
...Burning out of the dark, I will escape this vengeance that has took a hold of my heart. Days lost, days cold, kept up in Harlem with a life so bold. Stuck in the teardrop of redemption, I b......

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Categories: ill fed, beautiful, deep, depression, emotions,
Form: Prose Poetry



Civility In Captivity
...Shh! Here comes the Civilian general My black-master to a black-master On whom my boney back bent On a twenty four hour daily chore. Planting happiness on Masters vegetation mind Reaping sorrows in m......

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Categories: ill fed, bullying, sorrow,
Form: Free verse
Spirit
...Something inside of me fails, It says I am undernourished and ill fed, Something inside of me churns, It fumes and frets for escape, Something inside of me feels dirty, It yearns for clean hones......

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Categories: ill fed, philosophy, me, me,
Form: Free verse

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