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...

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I am a hoarder of antiquities,
offering longevity to ephemera.
Obsessed with an insatiable 
urge for accumulation
I fill every available nook 
stacking layer upon layer
of emotional possessions…...

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Hello there, do please come inside- no need to wipe your feet
excuse the mess, I fear you'll find it isn't very neat.
This place is always...

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~Life Support~

Welcome New Poet To Poetry Soup, 
I offer you a warm smile, in hopes you come back another day.
From the moment I spot your...

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I awoke to find 
that Jack Frost had paid a visit 
to my bedroom windows
for the very first time 
this Winter.

If only I had seen...

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Beneath a quiet oak and pine who whisper
Hope through heart and mind, I sit –
Reluctant to leave my spot, where beauty
Pours over the grass carpeted...

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Squeezing out a saturated rag.
Torn asunder, pieces of a heart.
Head, eyes, lips, arms — sore-sag.

I’d thought I’d known weeping.
I was only dreaming; nightmares
hidden in caves,...

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I am a semi-hoarder; not quite there yet, but on my way
because I love having things sit around in piles.
Piles are a comfort to me.

If...

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Is your house in order, or do you keep running for the boarder, maybe you're a life hoarder?

Like so many others do you feel your...

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Since remarks from the T.V, and a stocking of my soul to breathe... 

I relax eagerly when I await the heat and see that nothing...

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The bright green leaves are turning,
the forests look like burning;
cold weather is returning.

The days are growing shorter,
we're in the third year quarter;
the squirrel becomes a...

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The Need To Amend Immoral Choices


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Her heart felt like it had been ripped out of her chest,
By a giant bear paw.
She had suspected for a few months that her twin...

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Everything that is created
disguises a hidden purpose....
A calligrapher writes out his lines
not just for the exquisiteness of the script
but to also convey a meaning.
 ...

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There was a woman named Ene,
Mr. Ferguson she did follow,
She lost all her house,
Much space she's without,
Let's feel for Mrs. Ene Ferguson!

Now this lady named...

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