The Two Womenoh Oh So Different
One fills her plate with leaves so green,
Crisp and fresh, light and lean.
Nuts and seeds, a measured delight,
Every bite feels just right.
The other twirls her fork with glee,
Through pasta warm and soft as sea.
Bread and rice, a golden spread,
Comfort found in what she’s fed.
One stands slender, light as air,
The other full, with curves to spare.
Each one glances, each one sighs,
Seeing longing in the other’s eyes.
But food’s no foe, nor shape a crime,
Joy is found in love, not time.
A balanced heart, a life that sings,
Matters far more than scales or rings.
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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One should find a balance between the two. Good job.
Beautiful. Each person is valued for who they are.
This is such a lovely, gentle piece! A perfect blend of contrast and harmony, wrapped in a warm reminder that joy isn’t measured in calories or curves. Food for thought—served beautifully!
I agree with you, eating vegetables will make your body healthier and slimmer and will not leave much dirt from over-processed food.
nice... love this poem