Best Garbage Heap Poems

If I should breathe the last breath would you come and choke me to death? If I should climb to the top of the tree would you come and rescue me? My bones and muscles are speaking to me and courage is resting on my...

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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 heartbeat
Instinctively knowing what the other wanted.

Then you turned your back on me
And just had to do your thing
I didn’t care...

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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 scrubbing floors
so her kids can eat a PB sandwich
smeared with a little jelly,
or maybe
she will leave them with generic macaroni,
a...

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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 while,
remembering they've died from age or crime.

Or if you're of a mind to dance and sing,
while laying dead down to...

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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 rats
No one had done me anything but I was reeling from within
I was carrying someone else’s weight and I felt...

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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 a strange odor circulates around them
Five boys and one girl searching for another world
With little hope of turning themselves around
I...

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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 body---aping
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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 the train
I woke up with people gallivanting around me in their misery
A life that holds no destiny dark and bleak
They...

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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 heap
and not even buried the traditional six feet deep
raped, defiled and killed
and this is what your god hath willed
my god...

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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 my head to birth and play.

“What is lice,” I asked mama near the swamp
And a lazy smile curled her lip
“Hmm...

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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 numba
The young and old
Whose riches have been foretold
By numbers in red and blue
Crucified on the walls of the lotto shops...

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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 seashell
if I can coil over its rusty fence
and say goodbye 
to the coral snake
I will call you 

I still carry
the...

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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 off their long-hushed fear

the trembling ones
tremble now with a rage that injustice everywhere can hear

when tyrants tremble
as the dispossessed shake...

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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 myself,
As quick as you can be.

Flopped like a dying bloom
Dumped on a garbage heap,
Gobbled up in ashen flesh
And compost ridden...

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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 part of the past
Little Miss Lost was discovered after a three day seminal search
After strangers held hands and vigils outside...

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