Best Hoarding Poems

Get me feeling well
For, I am sick as hell
Brain orgasms and headaches rape my mind and left me thoughtlessly behind
Trying to keep the Kingdom in remembrance before I grow blind or lose my mind
I am under sin's spell
Can’t everyone tell? 

I am wanting joy like...

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This horrid. inner remorse
Is getting way out of course
I want to keep courage and cheer in my heart…
I am His sun-shining, mild child, even from the start
I hope my daily prayers to the Lord are sincerely heard tonight
Let not my delightfulness depart, for my good...

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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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The world’s mine to obtain;
I will firmly grasp all of the treasures it holds.
The world’s mine to obtain,
full of living toys existing to entertain.
Overflowing with precious gems, silvers, and golds,
my safe to store everything ‘til it rots and molds.
The world’s mine to obtain....

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My friend Mary C took me to Edge Water Park,
in Mukilteo Washington.  I overheard a couple
of people say, "some people buy toliet paper 
every other day. And store 300 rolls of toliet
paper. " I interrupted them and said," storing
300 rolls of toilet paper is...

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My home is filled with degrading losses. 
Instruments that I didn't learn to play. 
Seeds that abortive to spring up
Backyard hot tub is now stage.
Books bought but never read,
Plants that perished
Dreadful seats
And me.
Trite

Written: May 31, 2022...

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Hoarding can be quite a mess
In front of you I will confess
That the rest of my life through
Will be collecting stuff from you
Your hugs I will take everyday
Never throwing one away
I will embrace them one by one
Until I've collected a ton
Kisses always have a place
Soft...

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My Clinician 111 of Compass Health, Greg Richardson, of Everett Washington. Recently told me an amusing personal experience while shopping for clothing at Value Village. He was going to try on some clothing.  When he noticed," a package of regular six rolls of toliet...

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Winter comes hoarding the memories of June
White flakes upon the window wash
The outer view of life away
The whispy clouds that whispering dash
Across the body of the moon, across the body of the moon
Nothing is left but we inside
Engaged in the politics and poetry 
Of our...

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They were extra circumspect in handling the matter
whilst others shrivel up they became fatter
where rules and regulations stamp authority
dictating subordinating those with less money.
Will they ever cease their ways to deliver some of fair?
Will they ever value people just enough to even share?
Will they ever...

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I keep everything I don’t even want.

Things that make me sad.

Like old tennis shoes.

That are stained with mud.

Scratched and tattered with memories.

So I-

Put them in a closet for safe keeping.

Keeping them safe in the shadows.

Where they can be buried under something better.

Just seems-

More comfortable to...

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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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Anyone Game?  The Mini Reeses Cup Mystery


Yes, it surely did boggle our minds! 
And at first, only I had seen it...
but I knew to speak out was a must!
Some big trouble he's going to face
if for sure he did eat them all up!
for his...

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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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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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