Best Cans Poems
Dented CansLifelong series, proliferation of dreams
Procrastination pushes cans to rear shelf
Crushed pineapple replaces peaches and creams
Depleted pantry unenvisioned of self
Back burners overwrought iron pans of sin
Awaiting an opener, woman of tin
Lifelong series, ambitions, intended plans
Plentiful in could haves, instead, dented cans
Written: 1/1/2018
Contest: Dented Cans
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Categories:
cans, career, character, dark, depression,
Form:
Rispetto
Dented Cans - a Love Storydriving away slow
enchanted by metaphors…
rice pelting our car
white picket fences ahead
dented cans streaming behind
05 Jan 2018
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Categories:
cans, symbolism,
Form:
Tanka
Dented Cans
They catch our eye, those dented cans
that stand out clearly from the rest.
Yet something says to stay away...
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Categories:
cans, appreciation, beauty, inspirational,
Form:
Quatrain
Dented CansTo many, a child in the nineteen fifties
dented cans were important
we used them in various ways
they became our childish telephone
stretched across a room
connected by a long piece of string
we had rubbed with candle wax
it never really worked... but
we never cared
we would stand empty dented cans...
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Categories:
cans, childhood,
Form:
Free verse
Categories:
cans, abuse, christian, forgiveness, freedom,
Form:
Free verse
Aerosol CansNow here's something I've never thought of before
How'd they get the air in those aerosol cans I implore
A major phenomenon
Need help from dear mom
Mom knows everything, she's smart to the core...
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Categories:
cans, magic,
Form:
Limerick
Dented Cans, Dented LivesThe human body was built with a stretching ability. Skin and muscles are very elastic and prepared for adversities. Bones can be fractured and broken, but mends back in time. Ache me; bend me; mend me; brake me; mane me; pain me; I bounce back....
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Categories:
cans, anxiety, community, endurance, family,
Form:
Personification
Complainers In Tin CansThe discontent that dying brings should not be vilified
It is not a bad thing to be aware
the act of finality is also a part of life.
We live in big tin cans, others live in small cans,
but we all need one.
We enter our tin...
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Categories:
cans, courage, death, life,
Form:
Prose
Drunken Beer Cansbeer cans empty
clattering drunkenly
down somber, sober alley...
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Categories:
cans, urban
Form:
Free verse
Dry Cans and Mason Jarsdry cans in cellars full of sweet fruit
covered in dust are beatiful in a way.
all with labels peeling.
the iconic cambells soup cans in tarnished
red and white
set on the shelf like rusty bells on
a church steeple.
not like the...
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Categories:
cans, allegory,
Form:
Ethical Dilemma of the Dented CansWalking, walking, walking, walking,
Slower and slower and slower,
And s-l-o-w-e-r,
And s-s-l-l-o-o-w-e-r still.
Barely moving...
Eyes shut tight...
Footsteps weaving...
Intestines heaving...
Racked by Hunger and Thirst,
Thirst and Hunger, Hunger and Thirst:
Woe is He and He is Woe;
He'll die of Starvation,
Unless his throat cracks first...
...Lost in a desert of endless sand,
So...
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Categories:
cans, confusion, death, emotions, hero,
Form:
Narrative
Too Many Mixed Up CansBenican said he could,
Jerrican was quite full,
Pellican catch a fish,
Jellican wobble in a dish,
Daisican grow a flower,
Wellican provide a shower,
Barbican cut your hair,
Terrican eat a pear,
Jonican throw a lance,
Cancan is an exciting dance,
Billican boil some tea,
Would you sit and have some with me,
..............can you?...................
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Categories:
cans, children, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
Afri -CansEven
though I’m
a Nigerian
From a
land
troubled
by various
vices
I’m proud
of our
seeds--
Nigerians
who have
got vision,
virtues
and voices
Even
though I’m
an African
From a
land
where
many
dreams die
I’m proud
of those
who are
Afri-
cans
Who’s
ideas and
ideals can
make
a...
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Categories:
cans, dedication
Form:
Verse
Painting the Trash CansSenior year, student government
I couldn’t do anything right
When told to paint the trash cans
Our class colors, blue and white
I added my own touch to the job
Always doing too much
Scrawled my name on all the bins
Hoping to gain more fame
Some thought I was uncool, to
Expose myself...
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Categories:
cans, teenage,
Form:
Rhyme
Dented CansLowly, faded, dented cans
discarded and unseen
where you have been and gone
what journeys in your dreams?
You’ve sat upon the shelves
of dingy discount stores
imperfect cans that feed
the hungry, downcast poor.
Then whisked you into bins
in piles that climbed so high
to eagerly be found
and recycled for some dimes.
There...
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Categories:
cans, humanity,
Form:
Rhyme