Best Piles Poems

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 you put my clothing into drawers I may not find them again.
Thus, I have a chair pile, a clothes tree...

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Piles

Piles of things I need to do...

Piles of things I need to sort through,
Piles of things I'm collecting for his girls when they are older,
Piles of memories some that make me smile and some that make me cry,
Piles for his babies when they are old...

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brown garden
mulching leaves replenish
child laughs and jumps...

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the left hand can see
five possible futures
three of them don't include you
they go streaming out
in front of my sight
and I can see multiple mes
and multiple yous
running in circles
racing the other rats
wasting talents
in cubicles and
water cooler conversations
and it makes my eyes water...

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Genteel Ladies are careful not to toot
While itty bitty babies laugh when they poop 
Big strong men, with hand's on their hips
Lift one leg, and they just let it Rip...

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My house is perpetually full of stuff I do not need.
Diapers? No.
Hair bands? No.
Pens that do not work. No.
Patterns? Who sews these days?
Material? No.
 
Stuff I have dragged in myself after dragging other stuff out.
Like stuff.
Stuff so similar, it was silly to exchange it.
I am...

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The mail piles up when you’re away;
The plants may droop or wither,
But all else stays exactly so
If you go yon and hither.

The jacket you forgot to hang,
The food that’s going rotten
Were left in limbo with some other
Things perhaps forgotten.

The order you forgot to send,
The room...

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I’m no one anymore
Just a spirit around
My body has left this earth
My voice is no where to be found

You are looking at my coffin
At this funeral you’re at
A tear falls down, 
And you start getting sad

The first shovel of dirt
Is thrown on top of it
All...

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To be brutally honest, I am not inclined to be impressed
With the prehistoric pile of stones on Salisbury Plain, Wilshire
During four trips to England, I did not go to see the rocks.
I have driven through Georgia many times, let me explain,
But I have never been...

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White horses on a range of blue
the sky is grey and I'm telling you
stones in the yard will bare the names
piles of silver hide the blames

when names are numbers in a row
waves are high and the winds will blow
as fast as they can out of...

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We the Peeps are masked and fattened
lady liberty is splayed wide for business
for those who want an easy piece
and for those who want to diss her. 
The economy is all but trashed
there's a zombie in the white house
stomping the heart of the working man..
and you...

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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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Rapt, in wreaths of wool
stand before October wind,
wait for vermillion
leaves to fall once again as
we jump in with joyful glee!...

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I should be thinking about snow, it’s December.
But leaves, like glue, stick to windshield and doors,
and saturated piles of brown shaped November
flood my yard, its uphill and down. In need of oars,
or hands and rakes, bags that shack the waste.
Pretty when it was early fall,...

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Never hold an angry grudge
It turns your soul to a dark sludge
Leaving you angry and bitter
Filling you with lots of litter
That gets higher every day
With piles that wont go away 

You will never be set free
It is really hard to see
A way out -- you...

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