Stomach Poems - Poems about Stomach

I have measured my worth in halves— half a plate, half a bite, half a person. Chewing on numbers, swallowing silence, practicing hunger like a shadow, but it never fades. Fullness is a cruel, suffocating weight. A mistake lodged in my stomach, a constant reminder that I don’t belong. I press my hands against my skin, as if I could suffocate it, shrink it until...

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So called Chef How much time do I have left? The mouth was waiting for food to eat The eyes said it had to retreat No one knew what was cooked All one had to do was take a look The mouth wanted a food taste, the stomach wanted to take away This was the stomach’s getaway The mouth seriously wanted to try The...

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STATION MEETING The time has come years depart I slap your stomach You throttle me for my gems I have none my gems are the stars sardines swim towards me chains rattle loose to the children in the Wilderness I flee verse2016 ...

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object be silent not signed about take the present it a meaningful moment at that cornered life you scram behind the bent stand she and he hide out for once and for naught a single ounce you got left to sell comin in a center miss perfect deflecting death shirt coats end polish pranks and bank shot calling from my starched abandon lifetimes no skranton big world owners and rulers standard operator error get blues when?...

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My “honey” with chestnuts will not come for Christmas, It’s life, you have to enjoy yourself anyway once a year, New Year’s menu to enjoy at the time you like, Foie gras with a glass of Monbazillac, Snails with butter, Scallop shell with lemon-white butter Short break Quail with hot mango and hazelnut potatoes, Maybe cheese with the tour des grands ducs (local...

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this surgery is never guaranteed some come away looking terrific they don’t publicize those left dead buried in a foreign grave my friends will take the risk dreams of being thin not me this time I shall stay alive fat...

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Sweat pricks my eyes shut Flaming punches strike my gut Yet I boldly dance...

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Give thanks for a stomach-ache same as for a birthday cake Do your elbows feel good today ~ that'll seal the deal, the grateful say...

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In whispers of silk, your body unfurls, A canvas of grace, where desire swirls. Amongst her treasures, a sight to behold, Your beautiful stomach, a tale untold. A gentle curve, an ethereal shrine, Where secrets reside, and love intertwines. Sculpted with grace, by nature's own hand, A sanctuary of beauty, forever grand. Soft as a rose, inviting caress, Your stomach whispers of dreams, no...

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While I am indulging stomach had been bulging sins apparently plunging...

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Politicians with stomachs of steel Infrastructure for their meals Their stomachs strong and robust To digest the food they must They'll eat and eat with great enthusiasm Their stomachs toil with great endurance Their stomach infrastructure's a sight To see them eat is quite a delight But when it comes to our own needs They often fall short, indeed They'll feast on fancy meals and...

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I laid me body stomach down atop a grassy knoll... here at Highland Manor Apartments earlier today Juneteenth 2022, (a pitch perfect spring day) with serious intent to read seat of the pants suspense thriller The New Comprehensive A-Z Crossword Dictionary. Invariably, yours truly quickly experienced drowsiness, succumbed to deep sleep and dreamt being linkedin with livingsocially off the grid among ecological, liberal, social minded people progressive in act, deed,...

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"Piece of "(Sarah Cahill's friend), when I was eight, I think you forced yourself into my home, my safe space- a blue truck pulled up to the front of my mother's, and father's house, a dad with a dark beard was sitting behind the steering wheel, a dark haired child sat in the passenger seat- I think I was trying...

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Sung to the tune of: "He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother" The spice was strong The pasta was cooked too long The garlic was everywhere, everywhere And I know, meatballs were a big mistake It laid heavy on my stomach I ate too much Butter and bread and such The garlic was...

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There are butterflies in my garden; can you believe it? Two or three of its kind; big and small. All very cute and very colorful Delightful to watch; a sight to behold When morning dew still hovers Dragon flies show up as drones; Their wings whizzing...

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