Best Garbage Heap Poems

There was a time when
You couldn’t leave my side
We lay in bed
Two lovers waiting in the dark
Wishing the night would never end
Listening to each other’s...

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A nearly full bag of fries in a trash bin 
is a little tempting to one not having eaten all day!
Somewhere is a single mom...

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Death In the Cesspool
Forget the dead, there faces never smile,
nor do they fret about life's uphill climb,
but if one must, 'tis good to cry a...

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I woke up this morning with courage over my back and wisdom in my hat
I was determined to put an end to the sneaky kangaroo...

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I have been used to living alone for so long
I am determined and easy going but headstrong
This morning was rather strange because I was on...

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ANOTHER DAY OF FLEEING LIFE

Jaundiced eyes peered
from skeletal sockets
reflecting the daily fear:

Not of inevitable death;
but the agony of life another day.

The permanent stoop
of the frail...

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Mama taught me to wash my hair 
Every Saturday with no delay
To unbraid it and let in air
So that lice may not build a lair
On...

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The afternoon dances before and night sky
Threadbare shoes dangling on their tired feet
Torn up clothes bulging underneath the deep
Dirty clothes sticking to their slender backs
And...

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OH MY GOD I HATE YOUR GOD

I cannot hold back the flood of tears
and it's been that way for years
kids tossed away in a garbage...

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E mu Numba


E mu Numba
Pick your number
Right in your dream
Or from the whispers 
Of the mad woman who lives 
Sane by the garbage heap.

E mu...

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When Tyrants Tremble

when tyrants tremble
at the fury of those who tremble no more

their veneer of stability seems rotten to the core

when the trembling ones shake...

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I will send you a note 
tonight
if I can catch the firefly
in bed

somewhere 
in an old worn out basin
down by the river
is left an empty...

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Flopped like a wilting weed
Wedged in an arid crack,
Gobbled up the spurt of seed
And floundered on the back,
Spurned and cast away,
Swallowing with glee,
Begone, I tell...

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From the wrecks of time
and life's garbage heap,
the Lily sprouts; nurtured 
by the spittle of life's deceit,
energized, fanned by the fierceness
of the gossipy winds.
Burrowing through...

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A FACT I WISH WERE FICTION

Together as a team they finally found the thirteen year old young lady at last
The insanity of uncertainty was permanently...

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