Best Hoarder Poems

I collect tins and bags
of coffee, Hector brings
me, for future
barter.

Some unknown calamity,
I will have all the
coffee.

Tins and bags of
gold, a hoard to
protect.

Safe passage, ammo, maybe a
scarf for a loved
one, my mind creates endless
outcomes.

I' m hoping coffee is in
short
supply.



11/16/13...

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After the marriage
It started real slow
Collecting so much
I didn’t even know

I have always lived
A very organized life
So I thought I could
Live as a hoarder’s wife

Since my top quality
Is good organization
It shouldn’t be difficult
To organize the situation

Well I was sure fooled
Until I became trapped
With clutter all...

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someone called 911
a neighbor or someone just walking by
they told the operator
the person who lived there 
had not been seen in days

someone else called
telling the operator 
a foul scent was emitting
from the house across the street
when an officer got there
from what he smelled
the situation looked...

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Hoarder holds her hostage, heaps heavy history hysterics.
Her husband, horrific. Harried hugs humiliate. Hops, hits
hags — harmed honeymoon. Hiss harkened hellbound Harris.
Hysterical Helena hinted hate, harbinger hackles heightened, hot.
How? Hagfish homicide? Herbs? Homer helps Helena hack! 

12/18/2020
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Being a dragon hoarder is now work at all
I collect tidbits of aluminum foil, rolled and tall
I have boxes and bags full of things from the mall
Items also I have found in a bathroom stall

Being a dragon hoarder is what I do best.
I bring stuff...

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She’s still a long way away from here, 
Even though I’m holding her hand,
She’s still running fast, alone in her head, 
Even though, together, we stand,

And she stares through the things that she could’ve seen, 
Blind to the world she’d have known,
Blind to the happy...

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The Hoarder

By Elton Camp

The clutter in her house grows every day
For Agnes can’t throw anything away

Cardboard boxes, plastic bags, junk mail
All of them are stored away by the bale

Stuff that Agnes picked up on the street
She can’t discard because it is too neat

These items and...

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Everybody has secrets they don't want anyone to know
Everyone has a facade that they put on to show
Nobodys life is troublefree only varying degrees
Its so easy to smile for a while and just say cheese
Through veneers its all cheers, mouths deceive, no surprise
We can hide...

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Our pristine, prissy, upscale dining room was almost never used.
And now it can’t be used for eating, for it is slightly junked and abused.
Dining room table is so long, it started to almost immediately collect....
So many items, that who has inclination or time to carefully...

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Afraid that a slip
May render me maimed
I’ll likely lose grip
Of all that I’ve tamed

I’ll wind up behind 
With weights on my shoes 
Handicapped and blind
There’s too much to lose 

I’ll never get back
To being afloat
Once knocked off the track
I’m doomed to demote

I haven’t the strength
When...

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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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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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I have seen hoarders.  I need a refresher though.
Today.
Right now.
As I decide to give up because this 
bedroom is too much for me.
There has been a possible raccoon
den in the corner for six or eight years.
Today was the day I decided to tackle it,
hoping...

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Jiggety jig, my ex. is a pig.
It's much worse since I've been gone..
One could clean every day.
He won't put things away and he even
throws trash on his lawn..
When I go there I shutter at his ability to clutter
and wonder what could he pawn..
He's not yet...

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He was known as an eccentric; 
Saving all of those bolts in a bucket 
and for what?
No one really knew, except himself.

He kept numerous old jugs and cartons 
around the house, 
as if they were valued treasures.
Old string and ropes that he’d saved, 
were tied...

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