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I'm guessing that we can post non-fat poetry?

I adapted this haiku from a longer poem that I wrote when I was in high school. I lost the original, I wonder if I could dig it out again. Anyway...

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The Highway rolls on
An endless ribbon of black
It is all the same.

(can you tell I wrote that when I was kind of depressed? lol)
10 years

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Unless someone complains about the subject matter or poem itself I see no reason why NON-FAT poetry can't be posted as long as it is tastefully done.
10 years

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^^^Hehe, I guess that's one way to look at it.
9 years

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Between Your Thighs. . .

Oh, to grow so very fat between your thighs.

I have already started down that path.
My gluttony knows no end, no limits.
I nibble at your soft inner thighs, so soft so creamy.
I lick there gently, so gently.
I am starved for you, hungry for you.

You know I am a glutton.
You knew this when you first saw my bulging belly.
And now, my appetite for you grows.
I will make you into my dessert,
Nibbling, sucking, licking your softness,
So gently at first, so slowly at first.

I fill you with whipped cream and warm fudge.
You are my hot fudge sundae - so tempting, so decadent.
I want nothing more than to gobble down every soft sweet bite of you.

I push a cherry into you with my tongue.
For later.

And now, spread those legs wider than ever.
Because I'm going to grow so very fat between your thighs.
9 years

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"Post-Thanksgiving Ode to Gluttony"
By Zonker

You filled your gut with stuffing.
Your body's grown quite plump.
Eating potatoes and gravy,
You've become a big fat lump.
The turkey was so delicious,
As were those fourteen pies.
Decadent memories of Thanksgiving
On your thickened waist and thighs.
8 years

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GrowingLoveHandles:
"Post-Thanksgiving Ode to Gluttony"
By Zonker

You filled your gut with stuffing.
Your body's grown quite plump.
Eating potatoes and gravy,
You've become a big fat lump.
The turkey was so delicious,
As were those fourteen pies.
Decadent memories of Thanksgiving
On your thickened waist and thighs.

RomanticPiggy:
Love it! smiley


Come to America next year, RomanticPiggy, and celebrate this holiday of gluttony with me!
8 years

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"Being Fat Does Not Suck"
By Zonker (aka GrowingLoveHandles)

Being fat does not suck

Fat people are adorable

They are soft

And squishy

They don't have any hard edges

Their bones don't poke into you

When you hug them or make love to them

Their faces are round and so cute

Chubby cheeks and delicious double chins

They have luscious love handles

And creamy thick thighs

And beautifully bulging bellies

Or small pooches of fat

Which will soon become bigger

And fold into rich rolls of flab

Being fat does not suck

It is awesome

You can just eat

And eat and eat

And you can be lazy

Because people expect that of you

They expect you to eat and be lazy

And you really don't want to disappoint them

Or deny them their stereotypes

So laziness and gluttony are the twin pleasures of being fat

They are gifts from those who stereotype you, fatty

Nothing about being fat sucks

Except not being fatter

And a few dozen donuts can help that

Or maybe pancakes with syrup and butter

Or mmmmm biscuits and gravy

Or lasagna all dripping with cheese and sauces

Getting fatter means you get a new wardrobe

New clothes every time you outgrow a size

Okay, time to be honest

Being fat does suck only a little

It sucks only when you get to the bottom of the cookie or candy bag

And you inhale the crumbs

And there is nothing left

But that is the only time being fat sucks

It only lasts a minute or two

And then you get some more candy or cookies

And life is heavenly again

Being fat does not suck
6 years

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It's been a while since I posted any kind of writing on this site.So I thought I'd ht you with a bit of my poetry.

FAT!

Society says thin is in
That being fat is bad
But looking back through history
You'll see that thin is more the fad

First look at the time of early man
When winters were harsh & bleak
The well fed,full figured folks survived
Not the thin,frail & weak

In medieval times some aristocrats
Had bodies that would quiver & quake
They then had the gall to say to the poor
Let them eat cake

On & off through history
There's been the battle of thin & fat
I say it's up to each individual
To determine where they wish to be at

Most use the excuse it's unhealthy
To be out of shape & unfit
I believe it is each person's right
To decide how to deal with it

I refuse to call anyone ugly
For their looks that's just not my style
And if someone tries to make fun of me
I just look at them & smile

I love the curves,I love the softness
I love how smooth & sexy they look
It is how I personally view things
Not how someone tells me or what I've read in a book

Let people try to tell me
I should believe in this or that
I believe that BIG is BEAUTIFUL
Hell I even love my own fat!
5 years

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I'mma just assume we can also post non-fat poetry here because my brain is already cooking up something, here I go~
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Down the water where the yellow roses flow, I set one flower thorns and all to the flowing river down where she lay, her wish whispered to me before the pain took her away.

I remember her smile, her touch and her smell, sweet like sugar and soft as a cloud, I remember her laugh and her silly dancing and all that made her one of the most beautiful. Though her time was short her soul lasts lifelong.

In her garden of flowers one was the most special, the yellow rose that she held so dear, I asked why she loved them so, why not pink, or purple, or red? "Yellow is the color of happiness, light, bright, and pure, and that is what I yearn for."

She died with a smile, and with my hand held in hers, 4 years long it went before her suffering had caught up to her,I wished her to stay, I wish her to continue to be, I pleased and begged I prayed for long, but the light had taken her and I weeped so long.

In my ear she whispered, "Flow the roses to my grave, so that I may forever have happiness flow towards me.",that is what I do, to this day, that is what I do, and it is what I forever keep doing, for as long as I live.
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I don't know if you would consider this particular thing as poetry but this what I came up with on the spot XD
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