Best Garbage Truck Poems

One habit to which I adhere
I clean out my Ford once a year
Back seat yet to fill
Keep truckin’ until
I’m no longer able to steer...

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As we stop, I pull out my jar of Vic's vapor rub 
I put some up my nostrils, this job you cannot love 
But it pays the bills, I make my living 
Trash day is when people are most giving 
They are selfless when getting...

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On Mondays when I babysit,
There's one thing that's a certain hit - 
A visit from the garbage truck
(Unless the need for naptime's struck).

We hear the truck as it draws near
And Henry makes it very clear
We'd better get ourselves outside.
(Such passion cannot be denied.)

We race out...

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Garbage truck silent
Key turned roar noise stink now
Monster eats garbage...

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rear loader garbage
truck stopped by site manager..
loud voices door slams

someone just had a 
chat with the boss losing war..
boss in pouring rain

truck drives speedily
away as fast as will go..
umbrella still stands 

Female boss/ male truck driver...

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The garbage truck goes by; I flash
To seven years ago.
I’d lift my grandson up and then,
His eager face a’glow…

We’d step outside so he could watch
The sanitation crew
Dump everything recycled
In the truck for it to chew.

The men would wave and we would wait
Until they drove away,
A...

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THE GARBAGE TRUCK

The man had left for work that day as he had oft before
To gather things folks threw away--it was a messy chore.
He picked up all the trash and things along his daily route
And loaded them upon the truck while someone helped him out.
He...

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It’s quite a sight
To be rescued by a garbage truck
Before anyone or anything else with luck
Rises
So early this morning

After the big snow

Schools closed business delayed
Road uncut by any car
Birds sleeping in

The synapse of tree limbs white feathered with fins
Reaching out for one another in an...

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I used to scrub my memory clean
I packed the sadness
Into an old cupboard
Before I packed my tiredness
Into the night
And slept soundly
I locked the rain and the wind outside
I never let the cupboard open nor let the sun in
Hoping that the sadness will degenerate and walk...

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