Rubbish Poems - Poems about Rubbish

...Gloomy dismal, and forlorn... that's how this day was borne in a Greyling sallow place where death doth reign without a face. In a boneyard of decaying flesh, one fresh abyss was dug to th......Read the rest...

...Sri Lal Crows i. I come from nowhere, and I have nowhere to go, I tell the crow perched on a low neem branch beyond the Periyar River. He agrees. He and I are free. We speak the sam......Read the rest...

...I can see all pest Piles of flotsam and jetsam Users final rest.......Read the rest...

...What come over me today, Really low is all I'll say, Waking up late wrong side of bed, That's all rubbish as it's all in my head. It all leads back to that awful day, My loving partner passi......Read the rest...

... An Introduction to Max Hi, I am a Mastiff cross and my name is Magical Max. To be precise it’s actually Magical Maxi the Wonder Dog but you can call me Max. That’s not to say I possess ma......Read the rest...

... the poem I wrote for you now lays discarded in the rubbish bin......Read the rest...

...Invisibly tortured courtesy existential nihilism Psyche wracked with agony impossible mission to extricate lovely bones they wanna remain permanently abed. I chiefly function to amass knowled......Read the rest...

...The profound feeling- giddy with the triumph of its reach, that everything and nothing is wrong. I dream I'm waking in my American bed from another time. But the times keep interlacing ......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Nick Tipton lived a quiet life, west Kentucky, in rolling hills; been farming there for ten years, all according to his own will. This simple li......Read the rest...

...Against the backdrop of a leaden sky, where dreams lie shattered, Beneath the heavy burden of pain, with echoes in sacred silences, I lay down verses at dusk, where words are lost to the wind, A s......Read the rest...

...Harold the Hugh Hefner wannabe carrot top... spry buck analogous to energizing bunny jump/kickstarted procreation ruckus. Home on the range cacophony quite absurd PlayBoy Bunny herd and f......Read the rest...

...No one ever comments on my poems. Does anybody see them? The view counter says yes, but I wonder Does anybody read them? Maybe they are just rubbish, Maybe they are no good. Maybe I should s......Read the rest...

...I was hit, hurt, backstabbed. She was there to console me. She was there to support me. She was there to reassure me. Not all friends but always a friend. I never expected her to do this. She......Read the rest...

...Over the brazen earth, A breeze wafting gently, Evokes sensual aromatic bursts, Yet earthy by intent. Clean fresh air rejuvenates. World’s blanket of atmosphere, Supplies the essentia......Read the rest...

...the past revisited He was going back to his home in a tiny village from where people congregated living close together and professed to hate it, the absence of war had cost the country dearly, ......Read the rest...