Feebie

Sep 10, 2007 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Hunger

Hunger

An inborn instinct in us all

Without it, each and every one of us would surely fall

That want, that primal need

That call we should all heed

It is a hunger, if left unfed

Would leave a soul and heart all but dead

It is a call of left unanswered

Will surely leave us lost and alone

Alone, adrift in the abyss

Floating aimlessly, with no direction

Alone to know and feel what we miss

Because of another’s brutal indiscretion

One, in a group of so many

In a crowd, we stand to the side

Wanting to know, if but any

One person is willing not to hide

From this, that which we all crave

We want it more than anything

So why then do we see fit

To deny what surely makes the heart and soul sing

This hunger is the very essence

Of life itself, the heartbeat

The pulse, the inner desire

For some, a yet to be lit and undiscovered fire

Infants rely on it to survive

For adults, it’s for what we strive

It sounds like such a simple word

For a few it’s nothing but absurd

What is this hunger I speak of?

It is simple, a hunger to love

Be loved, cherished, and honored

To feel special, wanted, needed

For all of us, this is instinct

For without it we are nothing

Without it we would surely die

Why do some of some of us then live a lie?

Let the lying, the hate end

Before it is too late for us all my friend

Heed the call, feed the hunger

Go out there and reach out to one another……….

— Feebie, Sep 10, 2007

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: Gauteng, ZMB

Favorite Poets: Sylvia Plath, Robert Frost

Critiques

weirdelf

18 years 9 months ago

I got the allegory long before you explained it

Perhaps you didn't need to explain it. In this work I really don't like your use of rhyme, it is forced, contrived and takes away from the profundity of the concept. Sorry to be so harsh, I wouldn't be your friend if I wasn't. cheers, Jess

IKnowNoBox

18 years 9 months ago

I Hunger,

not for this bread,but for meat,the main course is still cooking in you. Bring it out, IKNB

barbsdad2003

18 years 8 months ago

Let Me For a Moment Be Perhaps Too Presumptuous

The subject's wonderful, the writing in need of work. But I speak from my own experience when I say that such work can be more fun than labor. It's the little things that count. (Nothing new there, huh!) Take one line above: "It is a hunger, if left unfed" .... The context here for meter is in want of a nod, as in "It is a hunger that, if left unfed," .... Though I'd like to be, I know I'm not being clear. To continue, note the accented/unaccented syllables, how my suggested version alternates them. Read "It IS a HUNG er THAT, if LEFT unFED," .... All in all, it's a matter of 1) choosing a theme/subject, 2) getting it down simply/sparingly, 3) reworking the lines so the syncopation plays. Then, to put bow and glitter on the package, check out practically every word you enlist with a good thesaurus---and with additional assistance of a couple of rhyming dictionaries. Not to mention the current Webster's Collegiate Dictionary (Eleventh Edition) ... or better yet, an updated unabridged. The unabridged I find outside my budget. It is, however, at the library and lives a sheltered life on its own pedestal. it speaks to me but quietly. Please understand that I share none of the above with any intent to offend. I'm sure at least some of it you already have in your toolbox. Take only, if any, what you need. With respect and regards, Chuck