Stomachs Poems - Poems about Stomachs

...And leaving all else, they debate on lunch. To one, lunch time was waste, hence, break-less munch. The other felt, lunch-less Would no new glory bless To UK, nor hoary Return to old glory, Lu......Read the rest...

...And I danced in the courtyard Wearing the moonlight like a second skin You were singing in the choir bearing witness to all my sins I wanted to know how you felt giving in to this desire Letting ......Read the rest...

...my foot taps as teacher talks my fingers touch as students walk i notice my stomach as i gawk at her body in that top if only i could chop what hung and flopped adapt to tanks, desired len......Read the rest...

...We have a tendency to focus on our flaws, despite it being what makes us human; what we despise is what one desires, and what we desire is what someone despises. I felt this way for years; I still d......Read the rest...

...She prowled the night horizon sniffing for prey oh, my here it came, happy hey, hey, hey, hey! She and her pack tore the animal quickly in half. So glad to be dining on a baby giraffe. They lau......Read the rest...

... Fats and sugars and other such we pack our stomachs with too much; the result is an expanded waistline duplicated by a rear not far behind.......Read the rest...

... Almost Halloween The candy is back Crinkling paper Lots in a sack Intended for children Who come by in droves The candy must stay But it tweaks my nose E......Read the rest...

... Some lost their lights, the brilliance Electricity, burning through the night Inviting, inspiring, igniting our lives. Some lost their water, the gentle flow Source of hope and wonder, ......Read the rest...

...Naughty Children Naughty children pick their nose's And smear their clothes Playful and mischievous They belong to Jesus Naughty kids are fast kids They catch butterflies With big smiles t......Read the rest...

...MEMORIES OF WAR In prison we turmoiled packed up cards to fall whilst they sucked genitals like bonbons a quartz on a table gleamed its knowing War torn ghettos with swollen stoma......Read the rest...

...Sea of embers, setting sun Hues of red and blue and plum Kingdoms of clouds away up high Never touched, true paradise. Past horizons, futures ahead Dusk has come, night's what's next Moonlit ......Read the rest...

...those daring explorations of inner flesh the "I know best" of paring innovators confident to indoctrinate their own ideas the subject, the experiment, alive, obscured body part: "thigh" on th......Read the rest...

...I stalk my prey, through the dead of night, Through thick green leaves, the moons soft light. Vines would melt, from the crowns of trees, Each paw would lay, under cover of the breeze. My eyes ......Read the rest...

... I can churn stomachs, with a stench of truth An abscess filled with maggots, pus profuse As I feed off gunk, new nerve ends take root Raw language in my words, not gross abuse Yes! I am dis......Read the rest...

...the vanishing My fingers itch to write, not about the moon is a balloon, the title of David Nivens book if you remember, he was the first  James Bond I refuse to turn on the news, a big ship i......Read the rest...