Best Leftover Poems

Leftover wine

Once, you and I, we tried to catch the wind. Once, you and I, tried to touch the clouds. We marvel at our world and we danced freely with the wildflowers and the dancing sea.


You were the prettiest and kindest woman, I ever seen....

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When my knitting queen aunt
Feels that needlework pull,
She starts knitting some squares
Using leftover wool.

They’re rectangles, really,
With colorful stripes,
Their patterns and stitches 
Of similar types.

Then when there are enough,
Using needle and thread,
She will sew them together 
To cover a bed.

If no blanket’s requested
By someone she knows,
To...

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over the table
I sat waiting to die.

all I can do is look
at a table covered in
newspapers and
collection notices.

I looked deep into the
shine of my nickle plated
gun,took a deep breath.


as life slipped away,
I realized that the clock
struck midnight.

and
I
starved
for death....

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A big bowl of treats by the door
Is impossible to ignore
When the kids have gone
I eat a bon bon
Which turns into maybe one more...

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Want some pizza? Get a pie
And freeze it when you finish.
Wrapped in foil and baggied,
All that taste will not diminish.

Then when hunger strikes, you're set;
Just snatch a slice and heat it.
In ten minutes, grab a beer
And sit right down to eat it.

In New York, the...

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Sparks in liquid ink,
lightning wrapped in mercury,
linger in the clouds......

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You broke me and I want you to know that.
You broke me.
What does that feel like?
Regret? Anger?
Satisfaction.

Did you walk into this with the mindset of ruining me?
Seeing me fall to pieces before your eyes, knowing you were the only one who knew enough to put...

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Love avenue shuffle
spirits fandango through
grave eyes of doubt on
delusions of disorder
when we kiss do 
dreamy clouds cuddle?
Photonic warped thoughts
feed on disdained
mecurial clot eclipses tick tocking
against organic time thieves, there's
cerebral fury on medication row as
rival consuls consort on 
succulent erotic painules--huddling
under jagged mistletoe as bellicose vision
fugitives...

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You give me the leftovers
And think it must be a treat
You give HER the tempting feast
Which is followed by a sweet

The leftovers of your time
Leftover energy too
I get your love leftovers
Dear, leftovers will not do!

You think that I’m satisfied
With the things you have to give
Well...

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Cookies must not go to waste
Specially those of great taste
So right passed my lips
And straight to my hips
I WILL let them go to WAIST

I so love to munch and munch
They’re brittle now with a crunch
The flavors- still great
But don’t satiate
They’re great with my office lunch

My...

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Leftover Tomorrows

Not just the yin and yang of life
Not just the perplexed and entangled
Not even the esoterically amplified deviations
Just the oxymoron nature of the beast 

It’s the fashion of ascending and escaping
Of falling into the voids of the heart
When love transcends into emptiness
Our minds form...

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Once, there was a father
Who loved his children completely
Nothing fractured or missing
Withholding nothing for the greedy

Everything flowed to and from
Without interruption or wrinkle
Til a child pulled back
Creating a hold that crinkled

....into time

For the first time, a new word appeared
MINE, it is alllllll MINE
Ownership grew quickly
Separating...

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Leftover Willpower
David J Walker

I know
	I know
What I said last night 
After the last bite of 
Turkey and dressing and 
Cranberry sauce and 
Pumpkin pie	
That I
Would never eat again
At least, not this much
	So much
That it stretched my belly to
New dimensions forcing me to 
Unbutton the waistband...

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I relished being hungry for leftover Thanksgiving pop slop gloppy grub

(a poetic partial fiction 
blended, diced, fricaseed, 
marinated, mixed, pureed, sautéed, 
stewed... with fact)

Hmm... on second thought
lemme join anorexic club
until rib cage protrudes taut and visible
doubling as drum to drub
synchronized within heart of darkness,
especially when...

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counting means
...relativity...
as-
integers to
...decimals...
or-
just meme
...thoughts...
that-
mirror some
...me-me...
of-
a relative metaphoric
...observation...
theme-
comparing standards
...labelled...
individually as
...the-me...

stans sand...

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