Best Recycled Poems
My heart has accepted every piece of furniture
you have brought in and hoarded, polished and stored,
for show or hidden in the attic of cerebral storage.
Cobwebs draped the entrances I walked through
without wincing, chasing extinguishing light…
gold tarnishing possibilities that I found invaluable.
Categories:
recycled, meaningful,
Form:
Free verse
Recycled souls have
Many chances; many lives
The wheel of life turns
Education takes some time;
Humans are quite forgetful.
Categories:
recycled, education, introspection, life, poems,
Form:
Tanka
Reclaimed Recycled
Discarded in a rubbish skip
Mid broken bottles rags and bone
T'was destined for the council tip
And so I claimed it for my own
I took it home that rusty shield
I rubbed it down, and found the shine
of tempered steel its glow revealed
So glad I found and made it mine.
For I could see beyond the rust
an ancient craftsman's hands had wrought
A thing of beauty and I trust
A lesson learned a lesson taught
For those who gaze and gaze some more
With fresh creative minds at play
Will surely know what's gone before
May shine again another day.
Margaret Foster 20th August 2014
Categories:
recycled, art, image,
Form:
Rhyme
food, god, and the universe as you
You are the universe (I insist and will prove it)
So say grace before you eat ...
You agree we are stardust, the stuff of the Universe
So say grace before you eat, but think productively ...
If stars & humans are stardust, why not the food we eat?
So say grace before you eat ... and respect the food you become
Like the sun, we turn a piece of bread into bigger humans
So say grace before you eat ... know why Jesus did so
We have been recycled here, not dumped from another "place"
So say grace before you eat ... we are in this together
Listen: like water is not created, only recycled, so are we!
Say grace before you eat ... or drink!
We are eating the sun daily, in terms of food pyramids, the food chain
Say grace before you eat, drink, or go fishing ...
We are recycled energy from sun, recycled water, modified fish, meat, fruit
Say grace before you eat fruit, fish, fowl, or larger mammals or snails
And do not let THEM tell you where you stop connecting with YOUR universe
Say grace before you eat, and during cooking, by thanking life in the pot
Jesus made much of the communion; you let RELIGION stick you a ritual:
Lapsed Episcopal Minister, Alan Watts, said: "Cooking is a process of loving"
Say grace before ... during ... after consuming the Universe
Because you are consuming YOURSELF: You The Universe Disguised!
Categories:
recycled, analogy, appreciation, philosophy, political,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Something tells me I’ve been here before
In my past, but not long ago
I’ve justified, many weak alibis
And repent for this recycled soul
I repent for my recycled soul
But I still keep the devil in tow
I’ve been scraped off the floor
Put together once more
So won’t you pray for my recycled soul
Yesterday found me in Heaven
But today I’m back down to earth
A slow suicide, And I’m along for the ride
It’s been a long road but this ain’t my first
I repent for my recycled soul
But I still keep the devil in tow
I’ve been scraped off the floor
Put together once more
So won’t you pray for this recycled soul
I was halfway to hell when she found me
Strung out with more vices than one
Breath like a still, my veins full of pills
There’s no way I’d have overcome
I repent for my recycled soul
But I still keep the devil in tow
I’ve been scraped off the floor
Put together once more
So won’t you pray for this recycled soul
Had it not been for her and His guiding word
Chances are I’d never be free
Dying is easy it’s living that’s hard
But even a blind man could see
I repent for this recycled soul
For once again goin down the wrong road
Heaven is nice but true paradise
Would be for this soul to find its way home
I repent for this recycled soul
Categories:
recycled, abuse, addiction, anger, angst,
Form:
Lyric
Recycled Wisdom Lost
by Odin Roark
How common to recycle today
bottle,
cardboard,
can,
or bubble wrap.
How rare the regard for pleas from
mind,
heart,
memory,
wishing also to amend anew.
How satisfying,
To arouse the sleeping heart,
thrusting its comfort-beat
upon new rhythms made aware,
ensuing musical notes of clarity
not yet upon the staff of boundaries,
affording dissonance where only
harmony's familiarity once reigned.
To revisit memory
offering bygone experience,
wiser tools of perception,
scrambling dog-eared indexes
cross-referencing fact and fabrication,
allowing waste to fall free,
encouraging truth to persevere.
To sort through mind's many strategies,
discounting some,
discarding others,
dismantling exhausted cogs that
advance little the unknown begging at the door.
Such is…
To complete one's desire to remain conscious,
allowing distinction for that worth rebirthing
from chaff heretofore but a friction urging resolve.
How obvious to some:
the take-to-the-curb days of consciousness.
How misunderstood by others:
the smothering effect of effort
to treat excess destined as garbage.
How aware
those who
like the winged flights on high
weave today's nest
from yesterday's exhausted remnants,
knowing well the destiny of permanence
is but to replant where burnt forests once thrived.
And yet…
We often think recycling is confined to aluminum,
plastics, glass and other fabrications of man’s intellect,
but what of...
Categories:
recycled, christmas, hyperbole,
Form:
Free verse
I should have been recycled and placed in the bin
It wouldn't hurt there ,Id be cozy with cans and tin
Dragged up the hill for the trash men with their bright orange vests
I'd watch for the racoons who like to root and make a mess
Take me home , take me apart , make a new me once again
No one could chastise me, make fun or call me a has been
I'd need a new mother and father , brother sister or two
If I was recycled and became a lawyer maybe I'd sue
Life would start over and I could forget all the past
Meet all new people , create memories that last
Recycle, recycle it's a mighty powerful word
If God got creative maybe I'd come back as a bird
God lives up in Heaven,is the greatest recycler of all
I hope to be recycled and come back and be tall
My hopes and my dreams will be recycled as well
Hopes and dreams bought on margin, maybe I'll sell
I'd miss all my family and all of my friends
My face would be on milk cartons as if I was ten
Categories:
recycled, allegory, anxiety, happy, me,
Form:
Free verse
Recycled Dragons
Today I built a castle
with an empty cardboard box.
I built a moat around it
with books and building blocks.
Then I crawled inside and waited
for a dragon to appear
‘cause I’m a knight in shining armor!
There is nothing that I fear!
With a little imagination
and a pencil as my aide
I will slay the mighty dragon
and I will not be afraid!
All at once a ferocious dragon
by the name of “This Side Up”
blew red, hot flames right at me,
nearly burned my castle up!
So I grabbed my sword and shield
when that monster showed his face!
I seized him by his nostrils
and I started to erase!
At last I was a hero
so I tore the castle down
and threw the dragon in the box
and recycled him up town!
Categories:
recycled, animal, children, courage, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme
i dont memorize poems i experience them.
so im not impressed by your ability to regurgitate then
because NOW is the moment that we are inspired
through inspiration by the power thats considered much higher
now impressive you are to the masses that attend
but to a true poet like myself you do nothing but offend
you spew phrases and thoughts like a production line machine
artificial intelligence, a robot! a predicated line of memes
you see nothing wrong with putting on a facade for your fans
however i find it kind of odd how you let worms crawl out your can
you imprison inspiration in the psyche of your mind
throw away the key and call for father time
you have no respect for thoughts and the spark within the mind
regret is all that is brought to the consciousness of humankind
there's no connect the dots when you're indoctrinated by the lie
but i know a thickened plot by the look in your eye
im the old school mind and thoughts of inspiration at its best
when poetry came from consciousness not a heaping pile mess
Categories:
recycled, absence,
Form:
ABC
Spike Hales liked to drive fast
he sneered at the cars he passed.
Taking a curve at 90 per
he who was became a were
friends told him he wouldn't last.
Categories:
recycled, integrity, judgement,
Form:
Limerick
Recycled
I have gone through many storms.
Some I thought would capsize the boat,
and drown both me,
and my beloved children.
At the first sign of squall,
I tried to be ready.
As the storm approached I gathered all that I could,
to make sure, we would not run short... of necessities.
I tried to close the windows.
I locked the doors.
I listened intently to the sounds,
of the dogs... in the distance...
warning.
Our cat even tired to tell me...
in his own way...
that the preparations I was making,
would never be enough.
They would never hold the line,
of a whole lifetime.
But, I am a mom, and I refused to take note,
as to give up the game,
was to give up the reality
of real life.
Disability or damaged?
Tranquility... is only what can be achieved in the moment.
Pressed, preserved, and assimilated into the system.
"Danger, Will Robinson... Danger!"
We can not prevent what has been dealt out fairly,
or unjustly in the cards.
But we can choose to raise, the ante, or call the bet.
Even if our hand is forced, it is what is going to happen,
in the end, unpreventable, like the returning of the tide, every day.
You are a good mom.
You are the mom that was chosen.
That means you are the right mom or even the right dad.
You are not alone.
Don't give up.
Pray, and be, a parent again.
Not all children ever become adults.
Some are trapped, in bodies that age
with minds that stand still.
Whatever happens...
Know, and be at peace, be calm,
"He" does not make mistakes.
"He" is still in charge.
Categories:
recycled, abortion, abuse, addiction, america,
Form:
Free verse
Today all is to be recycled
paper and plastic.
An empty bottle being recycled.
Wish that I,
could be recycled
when I was empty.
Wouldn't that be a great promise
for all eternity.
Entered Susan Burch's contest, paper or plastic!
Categories:
recycled, life,
Form:
Free verse
Do you believe in miracles
Do you want the angels to land on your eyelids
Does it feel like a frosty breath is merely a conglomeration
And simultaneous expulsion of ghosts
The shared air of time
Elements refuse to expire
I believe we are the miracles of many elemental interactions
The essence of the deepest bonds
We can dance easily when hands intertwine
You are the gods
The fire from within the mitochondria proves it
Dust of the sun
With a dusting from the cosmos
Green life
Blue life
Blue-green algae
Yes
Categories:
recycled, allusion, imagery, journey,
Form:
Free verse
(A Blank Verse Sonnet)
The couch, a central theme in room's décor
of hunter green, sky blue and dusty mauve,
served well for years as extra bed for guests,
a restful place for favored pet to nap,
and seat where Grandkids loved to watch cartoons.
Though loath to part with such a gem, we gave
the couch a home in daughter's basement den,
until son's wife gave notice of divorce
and he was forced to find a new abode.
He shopped and found the perfect couch and chair
but finance rate has caused him to desist.
Although the condo's empty rooms brought gloom
he put his dreams on hold, agreed to wait,
then claimed the sturdy couch to serve once more.
Categories:
recycled, change, lost love, son,
Form:
Sonnet
Endless drips of water
seek to become earths vast sea
Rain recycled
Categories:
recycled, sea,
Form:
Haiku