Best Hoarded Poems

A born lioness my untamed heart? ha! 
a mouse, this pulsing token ruled by unruly wants
at times given, traded or stolen - sometimes
thrown down on...

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178 months, 129940 hours,
now only 10 minutes remain.
Sitting in cold eerie darkness,
he observes the rhythm of water drops,
slowly wipes away streams of sweat
with his withered...

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*Been posting some heavy stuff lately. Time for a bit of levity.

"Hey babe, you're never gonna believe this. Crab fishing in Alaska has been cancelled...

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We drank a glass of crimson wine
We drank to long lost days;
Where in the past sweet memories shine
When our love was all ablaze.
But seasons died...

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Oh the images we freeze in time

the sweet, sweet scents that bring recall

the sharp and painful longing that belongings bring

for those lost or lingering on...

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My heart has accepted every piece of furniture
you have brought in and hoarded, polished and stored, 
for show or hidden in the attic of cerebral...

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emerald still pond 

yellow musty pages hoarded 

cobwebs of the mind

© Nadiya (03 Mar '15)

*Placed 3rd in the contest 'Gathering Dust' by John Lawless on...

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She flowed out of his sable brush 
As if form became fluid
Indigo blue the first of hues
Each stroke a caress …


A teardrop sliding down his...

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I work in the retail sector
and everyone's gone mad.
It's really very amusing.
It's really very sad.

Toilet paper and sanitizers
have flown right out the door.
Though everyone is...

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Darn covid has most surely created,
toilet rolls as the product predated,
and I reached my goals;
hoarded two hundred rolls,
but suffer from being constipated....

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(Dedicated to all those who have died alone.)


They cannot fit, they cannot go along,
and the reasons are wide: pride, fear,
even love never tempered by time,
illness...

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You are not enough...
Your body, the lethargic blood in your veins, little red rivers...
Your aging heart, gallantly beating – 
I want to kiss its straining...

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Another shift ends. I'm dead on my feet.
Too shagged to even eat.
The word leads (inevitably) to you...
I slipped the timesheets from work today.
Another incident occurred...
Sweetie,...

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For my sins and everything I ever did or sought to be, 
Contempt and dying to be clever in unfathomed pools of sadness, 
I plumbed...

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178 months, 129940 hours,
now only 10 minutes remain.
Sitting in cold eerie darkness,
he observes the rhythm of water drops, 
slowly wipes away streams of sweat
with his...

Read more of this work...