Best Dumpsters Poems

Ferreting around, in dumpsters of dreams
In the back alleys of my imagination
Through swill, liaisons, and cheap rendezvous
And words misspoke in conversations
Rummaging for one morsel, an...

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When I think of the plight that children face all over the world
I just want to cry
Hunger starts and ends their everyday
As many of us...

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Thought you folks might like to read this.  Someone sent it in an email to me.


The following is a poem written by Judge Roy...

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A euphoric emptiness that lasts forever
An eternity trapped in tangled time
Emotions that fly through the nilpotent never
A lasting love with a calamitous climb

Floating memories that...

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I would like to ponder wisdom
loving relationships and things
A life lived beyond good intentions
What it means to have strong wings

To know that life has a...

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Late night summons madmen, 
madams, bold streetwalkers,
picking pennies from the gutters
as the merchants close their shutters
and the homeless crouch in doorways
in their rags, against the...

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in the quiet of the night the owls hoot

violence erupts and guns do shoot

colors become enemy lines that many will cross

another random drive by another...

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“Get your crap together, we’re leaving,” were the words but the
Cobwebs in my brain block out who said them. We started throwing things,
clearing out as...

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Nightscapes

...inspired by 'Rhapsody On A Windy Night' 
       by T.S. Eliot


Late night summons
madmen, madams, bold streetwalkers,
picking pennies from the...

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Her hair was red, frizz with frost
Crisped, solidity, warmth was lost

Porcelain skin, eyes of deep blue
Hair falling in wisps, reminds you of someone, 
you likely...

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Just 38 Cents a Day


Throughout history food has been used as a
Weapon of Mass Destruction.  The Romans
would pillage and plunder – then burn the
fields...

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I am a pig, and that's all I'll ever be.  
Just like you're human, and that's what I strive to be.

Seriously, though, call me...

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Jose, the kid on the corner --
El Macho -- who knows no English
and who sells himself to eat
(being still not quite dry)
slept last night in...

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Little pebbles of broken glass, litter the streets, but the children run barefoot anyway.
Stubbing toes, contracting disease, playing with cigarette butts and discarded syringes.
The teens...

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With no shoes upon her feet
She searches for food to eat
In garbage cans and dumpsters too
Each day trying to get through
The brutal winter that’s ahead
Praying...

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