#hunger

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  • ticklekink 3w

    She knows her own obsessions far too well..
    The deep penetrating hungry ache within..
    Brooding, needing, wanting, longing..
    A hunger and thirst rarely fulfilled..
    It beckons her, calls her, dares her..
    Can she turn away, can she resist..

    ©tk

  • beensn 4w

    Hefty bank balance, expensive jewellery
    Bunglows, vehicles or big business you may own,
    But what satiates wheñ you are hungry
    Is the small little grain
    ©beensN

  • holybible 5w

    Psalms 18:47 (KJV)

    It is God that avengeth me, and subdueth the people under me.
    © HolyBible

  • unnatural 7w

    ಕಟ್ಟಿಟ್ಟ ಬುತ್ತಿಯ ಪಕ್ಕದಲ್ಲಿಟ್ಟು,
    ಹಸಿದವನಿಗೆ ತನ್ನ ಬಳಿ ಕಿಂಚಿತ್ತು ಇಲ್ಲವೆಂದು ಹೇಳುವವರು,
    ಕೋಟಿಯಿರುವ ಬಡವರಲ್ಲವೇ ಕೃಷ್ಣಾತ್ಮ.
    ©unnatural

  • nemesis_here 8w

    #mirage_poetry_contest
    @lovenotes_from_carolyn @jeelpatel @dusky_dawn @writersnetwork @miraquill
    #hunger #haiku

    ��Pot belly with lean limbs is a sign of malnourishment
    ��Ghoul - someone who takes bodies from graves and sells them for anatomical dissection

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    Hunger

    Pot belly, lean limbs
    eating away from garbage,
    stagger in strange lands.

    ---------------------------------

    A child so small lies
    deep in earth, souls cry while there
    waits a ghoul, grinning.

    ©nemesis_here

  • sujmamchat 9w

    HUNGER

    For days together, at home no grains
    Amphan the cyclone, with torrential rains
    Ravaged the houses, flooded them with water
    Blew away the roofs, destroyed every quarter.

    Famished mouths begging for a meal
    Devastated people no time to heal
    Tsunami of rains, the notorious gale
    Stormy winds that blew away the sail.

    Water water everywhere, not a drop to drink
    Salty sea that invaded the shallow sink
    Food and grains devoured by the storm
    And those who were lost in the dusty dorms.

    No square meal a day, the hungry souls
    Nothing to satiate them as a whole
    Perishing slowly, the malnourished kid
    Not a morsel of food present to feed.

    Bare bodies with clothes that are torn
    Unlucky lives that were destined to be born
    Craving for some morsel of grain
    Lives that were living insane.

    We saw them snatching bread in vain
    In this town, their lives to sustain
    Tears rolled my eyes when they are caught
    Beaten and failed, when the food they sought.

    Dr.Sujata Chatterjee
    ©sujmamchat
    ©sujmamchat

  • dr_amyne 10w

    بس اسمع منى ، معايا قصة حديثة ،

    قصة اجمد مدرسة،

    مدرسة الجامعة الحديثة ،

    يجي الطلبة من اى حتة حتى
    كرداسة،

    كل سنة الناس بتقدم لاولادها

    تسمع الناس بره بتقول بصوت عالي عشان خاطري افتحوا البوابه

    مكتب القبول يرد " اذهب خذ ابنك لجامعه تانيه يا بابا"

    يقولو " لا يا هندسة ، هنا بس نقدر ندفع فلوس قليله ونحصل علي احسن دراسه "
    Bas asma al kisa de, kisat agmad madrisa

    Madrisa hiya gamiat Hadisa

    Fiha dalaba, min bilad alam, minhum Raniya

    Raniya min Sharkiyya

    Hiya mish bas Gameela, hiya bardu Zakiyya

    لما شوفتها، كنت مصدوم ب جميله

    بس دلوقتي انا مبهور اكتر بذكاءها
    ، بعد ما عرفها

    بس يا رانيا انتي الوحيده الذكية والجميلة

    Bas esma hiya bita ul eh

    ردت عليا " احنا كلنا اذكياء في الجامعة الحديثه"

    و خدتنى لقاعة المحاضرات وسألت مين فيكو يقدر يجاوب الاسئلة العويصة

    وبعدين شوفت كل الطلبة رافعين ايديهم

    كنت بجد مبهور بجمال الطلبة ، بس دلوقتي انا مبهور اكتر بذكاءهم

    هنا الدكاترة مجتهدين جدا ، ويعملون ايضا حتى يوم الجمعة

    هما الطف واطيب دكاترة مقارنة باى جامعة

    ديه القصة الحديثة

    قصة احسن مدرسة

    الجامعه الحديثة

  • madinah_writes 14w

    Pumpkin Lips

    Pumpkin reminds me of tangerine.
    It's winter squashs on my lip marine.
    Filling my hunger and thirst and tastebud,
    With it's soup like mud.
    ©madinah_writes

  • dr_amyne 14w

    ( Oh Mama Africa! )

    ( Oh Mama Africa! )

    Where lie the problems and the solutions?

    The educated and the enlightened who keep quiet while silently watching the predicaments like frightened Owls?

    Or the hungry leaders who keep prowling and looting the resources meant for the proles ?

    ( Oh Mama Africa! )

    On mental health issues and mental toughness

    All they care about are the mortal human bodies

    That will one day decay and get lost in the cosmos

    Neglecting the most important, the immortal human souls

    No one care about your mental health, they just feed you carbohydrates

    Not knowing there is big fire burning inside the minds of the big guys and girls

    You fought all the internal demons that are trying to bring you to your knees

    If one day you let your tears out, and cry ones, twice, or thrice before you continue the unending internal battles

    They say " Come on big guy/girl ! Don't embarrass yourself and the big guys/girls, only the weak minded cries

    They don't know : “People cry, not because they're weak. It's because they've been strong for too long", not sometimes but all the times

    So you suppresses your emotions away from them, because those emotions have no values in their eyes

    They have no idea that your emotions and your tears came from strength and from the warrior mentality that you posseses

    ( Oh Mama Africa! )

    Had we known any better

    We would have been greater

    And take care of our brothers and sisters more smarter

    But Mama Africa when I want to move out of town to explore greatness, your sons and daughters say " So you are neglecting your family? Otherwise, stay closer"

    "It's too dangerous outside, better safe in your own little town in that shelter"

    But in the shelter it's size is smaller , and it's raining and leaking, I am catching fever

    And no growth in comfort zone whatsoever

    " Don't go to those gardens,
    we were told by our ancestors their fruits taste bitter "

    Some rules are meant to be broken, so I explore the gardens, I became an explorer

    My God! I found out those bitter fruits taste better

    And other many fruits taste more sweeter

    ( Oh Mama Africa! )

    I wanted to marry, they said "Yeah but only in our little Town, no any place safer"

    I grew up in that little town, not knowing the greatness of people like Alexander

    The way of life, traditions and mentality of my town were all I ever knew, nothing newer

    Until He came to my rescue, and sent me further

    He say " Travel and see for yourself the nations and civilizations that were former "

    Because traveling widens your horizons and makes you a good observer

    Nothing much can you see if all your life you are an insider

    Get out and tell me what it's like to look at your town from perspective of an outsider

    "Is your judgment the same?", No my judgement is more objective, because now I am more of an observer

    ( Oh Mama Africa! )

    Would you forgive me for not knowing any better?

    I have this autistic sister

    Spending every penny of our earnings out of love for her to get better

    Taken to gazillion of times to traditional healer and Islamic Center

    Bombarding her with herbal remedies lacking medical trials and license whatsoever

    She has been said to be possessed by the evil spirit, Jin, so said the insider

    I began to believe what they said, until when I saw similar situation approached in different accurate ways by outsider

    The outsider said to me " all her activities, symptoms and signs are busy telling you ' Look I am not possessed but Autistic female, so I am your Autistic Sister"

    " That's why you are missing the prevention, diagnosis,and management of such cases, now what you gonna do that you know better?"

    ( Oh Mama Africa! )

    " Yes my son, now what would you do about your sister's situation? , Answer the damn question"

    I would study the case, and refer her to right medical institution

    And pay more attention in the society for early diagnosis, management of similar or entirely different cases with their prevention

    " Son, Is that all you learnt from the outsider, after all the given information?"

    Mama, the outsider built special schools for people struggling with mental disorders for special intervention

    They built homes for them, and say " Look beautiful come over here it's more safer in this accommodation"

    Protecting them from the society that always attack them due to it's ignorance of clear picture of their condition

    ( Oh Mama Africa! )

    " Ok now tell me what about your other brother who couldn't talk fluently like you, didn't you get inpatient waiting, thinking he was taking centuries, for him to express himself and his situation?"

    " Wanting him to think, act and speak like he has no limitation"

    " Tell me what the outsider said about his condition"

    Oh the outsider said " Your brother has what we call 'Apaxia' for decades" , everything has level, stop calling anything you don't understand 'evil spirit'. Mama, you see Apaxia and Autism I never heard about them where I grew up. What a tribulation

    The outsider further said : "Look, these beautiful humans, one has Autism, one has Apaxia, this is how to better their condition to avoid any further complication"

    ( Oh Mama Africa! )

    " Glad to hear that, but what about woman, her freedom and liberty in this society ?"

    " So many troubles she carries on her shoulders, what a tragedy"

    " For years she has been married, but no sons, and daughters of her own, she is not lucky"

    " The society put the blame on her saying she is infitile, that the husband should marry more women more fertile, that she shouldn't be shown any mercy"

    But the outsider found out that the problem of infertility is not only arising from the woman, man's sperm count in many of the cases is the one faulty

    Mama, I couldn't imagine the sadness and weight on your shoulder, hold on little more we are working to fix the predicament even though slowly. It's so bulky

    ( Oh Mama Africa! )

    " My beloved Amin, my faith is being restored, I am proud of you, now I can rest in peace knowing freedom, justice, liberty, mercy and equality would be served in this society"
    ©dr_amyne

  • unsung_seagull 17w

    Butterflies in stomach
    Are overrated.

    For many,
    Hunger is not that colourful.

    ©unsung_seagull

  • cardelljhardy 19w

    Hunger

    We are blessed when we are hungry but come to Jesus we are to never hunger.
    ©cardelljhardy

  • chandana_k 20w

    Paradise Dine

    The Asian condiment rushed;
    All down the aromatic starch,
    Wine in sheer chalice gushed,
    Relishing buds awaited a march.

    Italian appetizer left a tint
    Filling the sense and soul!
    Delicacy gave a burly glint.
    And all of them gave a skoal!

    'Oh!' Stroke about the mortals
    At the end who go hollow!
    And live in the edge of fatal,
    This thought dashed in a billow

    Blessed is a life of quotidian fare!
    Where many left with no spare!
    ©chandana_k

  • chocolate_coated 20w

    ANGER

    My eyes are weary
    Weary of shedding tears.
    Tears that gush out out of anger
    Anger & sadness is my new normal
    Normal because happiness vacated
    Vacated when they failed to understand
    Understand me fully; I'm alone.
    Alone and devoid of love;
    Love, the word I hear only from others
    Others enjoy, I cannot because I'm hungry
    Hungry is the state of this angry man
    ©chocolate_coated

  • saral32 21w

    रोटियां

    मेरे नसीब में, तू दौलत लिख या ना लिख!
    तू हर किसी के नसीब में रोटियां लिख दे......
    ©saral32

  • heetvyas 23w

    I search for my light beyond this blocked eclipse,
    Only to lull the catastrophic apocalypse!

    Enticing my reincarnation!

    ©heetvyas

  • raman_writes 23w

    गुनाह

    इतने महँगे ख़्वाब देखना ग़रीबी में गुनाह है ।

    कभी रोटी ना मिले तो भूखा सोना पड़ता है ।।


    ©raman_writes

  • thebhavnasaxena 25w

    Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
    And there she stood, twilight hanging
    Over her shoulders, she heard love sing
    To her, its promises of bliss thickened
    The air, so she choked on them each
    Time she drew a breath, but there was
    Something else too, her heart that had
    Been battered, crushed and torn apart
    In the name of love, its pieces were
    Seduced by the glitter of power.

    Wearing her dilemma as a blindfold,
    She went around in circles, pouring
    The shards of her heart into the soil,
    Her tears quickened the womb of
    The earth and there sprung up a
    Forest of hungry fruit, with a passion
    For power, seasons came and went,
    And yet blind she was still, till one day
    The clamoring of the trees was loud
    Enough to drown love's song, and its
    Promises of bliss dissolved under the
    Aroma of the hungry fruit ripening.


    #hunger #power #passion #love #dilemma #people #life #choices #wood #heart #feelings #poem #poet #freeverse #creative #writinglife #wds #pod #writersbay #mirakeeworld #journal #words #quotes #nature #shewrites #followme #readwriteunite #mirakee #writersnetwork #writersofmirakee #poetsofmirakee #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #forest #wod

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    Fork

    As she sits on her throne today,
    She ofttimes thinks of the fork
    In the woods, of what lay on the
    Other road, were there really pillows
    Of sunshine on a bed of flowers
    And the arms of a lover waiting for
    Her to snuggle into?
    ©thebhavnasaxena

  • devilfish 25w

    The Devil

    What a better way for man to hide
    behind this marker modified reflection in the glass with two horns drawn on loosely
    But the very ideas they cast out to be so against were the principles that they were systematically building a legacy of lies upon
    An absolute reflection of what they saw in themselves and what they wanted to conceal from on every level possible

    To condemn generations to an eternity of sightless eyes
    Compressed between the paper hands prayers
    Paper hands burning as they stretch out to the sky in terror
    Only to fill the books with their pages
    And the martyred dry up like the ink did in their story


    Man has immobilized lies to assimilate themselves like dust in between pages containing their fitted words for you to admire their innovations
    The anger and rage that boils into my heart and out of my worried eyes
    When now to us they have lied

    But now it seems to be getting to the core of my contemplation
    and ideas become weaponized like tiny tanks as if to kill off this evil they have rid themselves of
    While they commit wrongdoings under the cloak of a false identity
    “The Devil”
    They fully diminish responsibility and protect their dark affairs they cheapen the people of their truth
    We give people a shred of truth like mangled bait
    Only to rip truth from hungry hands and consume it in a dark obscurity of history books and genocides
    The biggest robbery of all time occurred over generations
    When did we split off from our nature only to be protecting the worst parts of it while leaving the beautiful parts wither off in the sun dried petals turned to blackened ash
    and deem those with a conscience
    The eternally forgiving equally met with the eternally brutal an ocean of desperation
    An ocean of us


    ©devilfish

  • czarcasm 25w

    Without sorrow

    Stiff was the stringed bow as it was laid to rest
    Upon the pile of ferns after a long hard test

    The quiver empty and the arrow about
    The beast had fought, yes it was stout

    A hunger had settled upon my community
    Til it was left only to me to do what I could see

    To make it through the winter

    A puff of smoke from my mouth stood starkly in the air
    Reminded me of last night's frost and the snow in my daughter's hair

    It's not a woman's place to hunt for her families table
    A husband lost to a war so unstable

    The blood stood bright against the white of the snow
    Warm almost comforting against the sudden cold
    I cut and I skinned right straight to the bone

    The sled wiped off from it's layer of white my children helped me load the food without a fight

    A rabbit today a mammoth tomorrow

    Helping my community, a woman

    Without sorrow
    ©czarcasm

  • frankotega 27w

    “If you want to get to the root of a murder, you have to look for the blacksmith who made the machete”

    Poverty and hunger were created by man and they can be solved by man, but we rather make nuclear bombs and fund projects to mars while billions die in poverty and hunger. We have made the machete and have murdered our own people including innocent children.

    #poverty #wod #hunger #mirakee

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    Hunger

    Pregnant With stomachs of emptiness,
    They stand gallantly on rickety legs
    Nodding fleshy bony heads
    With bulging eyes;
    As clear and bright as hopeless spectators tempering pains and comforting bereaved souls.

    ©frankotega