Best Hoard Poems

They say if you don’t use a thing for a year
It’s time to get rid of it, just to be clear
Feel free to sell it or give it away
But to get clutter free, just don’t let it stay

So, I checked my garage for stuff I...

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Limerick : Once a Miser lost hoard of halfpence

Once a Miser lost hoard of halfpence
Looked high and low and over the fence
When at last he found it
It wasn’t worth his spit
Ha’penny tipper got his comeuppance

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013...

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squirrels hoard nuts
placing them in nests –
wild fires rage



Ó November 17, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen...

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Hoard, if you have to for sake of lure
hoard love, friendship, compassion, patriotism, emotions true and pure   
it may help your Soul to rise from grave and embrace HIM for sure

Stocking gold, silver, money, bonds - only bodily comforts, Soul's food nowhere ...

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History contends that on that score
hing hot summer at 6:00 pm June sixteenth 
in the year 666 after the Devonian era, 
two lovers - a Mister Belmont Me 

and Missy Bryn Mawr Hu felt the call 
of the wild within the wilderness 
in virgin hinterlands...

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My Secret Hoard

Carefully hidden at the back of the draw
Be careful, quiet, just the watch the door

I’m done if they catch me, but careful I’ll be
The zombies search well for something to see

Caught no mercy judged jailed I’ll go
A fool, evil man condemned I know

No...

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Stacking  mistakes on top mistakes
Putting everything in its place.
Keeping  my Framed  Memories.
 On display
My  heart Hides the flaws 
With paint.
Meaningless things filling  the room
becoming  a hoarder that is  hiding  you.
 Kilos  of your love get caught...

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I am in my beautifully decorated office where I have dragged overflow 
A baby gift that should have been given over to the new mama long ago,
Reams of paper that are not going to walk themselves to the printer.
Notebooks and pencils that could be put...

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I look around my house where there is no room
And I think no more shopping shall I ever do

Shopping used to be my thing, but lately 
My multitude of purchases have simply
Made me blue.

The house is getting smaller. It feels like
Stuff has taken over. ...

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accumulation
choking the room bitterly
an embarrassment
carefully tromping through it
side-stepping junk gingerly

My pack rack eye-tis
surrounds me untidily
disturbing eyesore
jumping over largest pile
not inviting company...

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A hoarder? Me? No way.
I have more than one path in almost every room.
The dogs can always find their way out.
Of course I keep my garbage. Spies would love to have that on the curb.
You never know when you are going to need that egg...

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