MFP Poetry

SeaRunner26

One of my MFP friends posted a little poem on another forum (credit goes to zyntx). I thought it would be fun to have one going in here as well. All types are accepted! Here's one to get us started:

Those fat cell seem to build so easily
As I sit at the mirror and stare.
Yet it takes so long to burn them off
Do I absorb them from the air?

Jenny_Taylia

I was the girl in the back of the class
The one who never learned
The one that never passed
Screaming for attention
Crying for love
Enough is enough
Time to rise above
So many years wasted
Now its my time to shine
Fk what every else thinks
Time to focus on whats mine

Now Im the girl with a smile on her face
Life is too precious
To let it go to waste
Others may judge you
But its none of their concern
Life is what you make of it
So take it in and learn

Skittlez_

It all starts so suddenly
Just makes me want to flee.
That moment of worry,
Can I make it if I hurry.
Sometimes it comes out like pee,
making me want to drop to my knee.
Other times its like paste,
coming out without haste.
Somtimes its clumpy,
making me feel all sorts of dumpy.
Waiting for the moment when its done,
God diarrhea is no fun.

SeaRunner26

Perhaps I'm sick in the head.
Perhaps I don't write a good thread.
If you don't pay your love,
To the poster ABOVE,
Then a new topic is as good as dead.

newmein2013

I screamed out for you in the middle of the night
You touched my hand and said everything will be alright
I said, "I miss you and need you, it's a tough world."
You kissed my cheek and said, "I'm right beside you funny girl."

Dedicated to my mom, the awesome woman who made me who I am today! I'll love you always & forever. Your "funny girl".

stephdeeable

A Fatty Haiku

I love Doritos
But they do not feel the same
Nacho rejection

SeaRunner26

A Nursery Rhyme

Little Miss Muffet
Sat on a tuffet
Eating her curds and whey.
When along came a spider
and sat down besider her
and pulled out his smartphone, showed her the MFP ap, and they realized that if she kept eating the curds she was totally going to blow her BMI.

ferrytrip

There was a young man from Penzance
Who couldn't fit into his pants.
So he joined MFP
Lost one hundred and three
And now he can do nothing but dance.

ferrytrip

:happy:

ferrytrip

A Nursery Rhyme

Little Miss Muffet
Sat on a tuffet
Eating her curds and whey.
When along came a spider
and sat down besider her
and pulled out his smartphone, showed her the MFP ap, and they realized that if she kept eating the curds she was totally going to blow her BMI.

You had me till the end

FitnessPalWorks

An original by FPW *sniffle, this is a good one, folks ... I'm proud*

Sing to “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star”


Twinkle twinkle, Frito Lay,
Time for you to go away.
Like a fat cell on my butt,
You had me in a giant rut!
Twinkle twinkle, in shape soon
By this time next year in June!

:bigsmile:

ferrytrip

Rose are Red
Violets are Blue
Without MFP, what would I do?
:sad:

azzkikin

my big belly knows what my fine belly wants—

lan­guid, bloated hours in fast-food haunts

the bratwurst trem­bles when it sees my fork

shout­ing, “ please, dear God, spare the pork!”

i rub my lovely belly, and scratch my hun­gry head;

i mum­ble to my plate that my belly must be fed

i reach for some gumbo and more red-eyed ham

i help myself to ‘tat­ters and fresh-boiled lamb

my belly knows well what my big belly needs—

strong tast­ing pump­kin with toasted bar­ley seeds

the fen­nel starts to shriek, the hog’s jowl cries

i make a bloody mess with ketchup and fries

i scratch my big, tight belly as I linger in my bed

sugar plums still danc­ing in my sleep-filled head

i mum­ble to my loved ones that I need to eat

they make me some­thing fast and make it sweet

my large belly knows what my fine belly wants—

strong-starving friends in noisy resto’ rants

the lima beans are howl­ing as they hit my plate

my chop is act­ing skit­tish, say­ing, “Please, please, wait!”

i scram­ble after bacon; I slither after pie

the thought of slaw and frit­ters makes my belly cry

oh, my fine belly knows what my fine belly sees—

but­ter fat on corn­bread and good-old black-eyed peas

ZhayneRaye

Run.
That giant hill infront of me stands stationary,
so why am i scared to approach it?
Why am i running again?
Breathe.
Run.
Breathe.
Run.
I stare back and behold.
The other side is victorious

JosephVitte

I fell from my highest peak................. bottomed out....... in less than a week.......

I cried like a baby....... knowing what happened..... just had to be.........

I dried my eyes...........still breathing heavy......this is getting messy.....

I couldn't blame anyone.......... for what was happening to me......

I looked at myself through the whites of my eyes...........

I saw the strength I had.....and knew this wasn't how I would die....

I felt high...........sober as a funeral for my father........ I couldn't attend....

I have too much bottled up.....how it comes up......sometimes it just depends.......

I stand alone.........maybe why my whole life.....I had so many friends.......

I look through life from a completely different lens.......

I thank God for every adversity...........every situation I was able to learn from....

I found out countless times.... I'm stronger than most......and then some........

I knew the fight wasn't always physical.......but at the same time...... I could never run...

I didn't always choose my battles, others did sometimes.........some were dumb......

I went through growing pains........like a wisdom tooth giving you hell........

I use to read the Bible and National Geographic Magazine laying down in a cell...........

I wonder.......... at this very moment........if you could picture the places I dwell.....

I know some of them are just in my head.............and I start to think........o' well...

I don't really care, this is my own therapy..........I just went to the doctor........

I thank you Jaime.............and sorry I didn't write about past eating habits........ like Whoppers.....

SlinkyPinkyBunsOfSteel

If I had £10
for each day that I've logged on,
I'd have enough for liposuction
and my fat would be all gone!

cblevitron

Seventeen Syllables on Binging

Binging every night
It is a terrible fright
Lite is not so light

Faericn_Rising

My evil twin is screaming,
As she suffocates to death,
piano wire of celery string
cuts into fat rolls on her neck.

Walking, running, dancing,
she cant keep up with me
circle her on my bike,
she makes such stink face at me.

this battle has waged long
for twenty years, and more,
like a cat, and the ultimate mouse,
we are eternally at war.

King me with a cookie,
check mate, DDR...
Enough is enough, so silly,
I have already come so far.

She thinks its time for sleeping,
to rise another way.
But her night will be forever...
And so, begins my day.

*I havent written poetry in awhile.... Im happy this thread got started. Add me.

SeaRunner26

This outpouring is amazing
Going agains the common herds
I had no idea how many MFPers
Were hiding their creative words.

(Thanks all for sharing. Some serious and some clever but all appreciated.)