Best Reusable Poems


Bottle Me

Bottle me in a fragrance
  Use me up to the last drop
  rubbed me all over your body
  than I hope that the flesh rots
  cause the way left me 
  sitting here wondering 
  while you were out with her
   i'm a bottle type of gal
   I guess that's what you thought
    that if you put me on a shelf
      i'd still be there 
       to use when the 
         nite was done
         But you couldn't bottle me
         not for any amount of money
          you couldn't keep me here
          I refuse to be the other woman
          I am not trapped in this
                     situation 
              I am not reusable
              I am not just a tingly sensation
                 I am not your gift
             you don't deserve me
               I am not some cheap
                   fragrance 
                A play thing
               before she returns
                I am not your bottle
                  I am not your refreshment
                     before the meal
                      call your wife for that
                       you can't bottle me
                        and all my pride
                         I am the best damn thing
                           tell her to return the ring 
                            If you need a fling 
                              just know it won't be me
Categories: reusable, life, love, me, me,
Form: Free verse

Premium Member My Stuff

I load my stuff

in plastic bags 

into my car -

lying untouched in the trunk

reusable shopping bags



For the Contest of Thomas Martin
Categories: reusable, abuse, environment,
Form: Tanka

Premium Member Black Bird On a Wire Edited Version

Black Bird on a Wire

Black Bird
sitting on a wire
back turned towards me
Do you wish to hide the intelligence of your eyes
I see here at this old dump
picking through the unwanted wanted things
I wish I could search along with you
check out what the Jones's have no more use for
The bits of their unfixed
the not new enough
Their "I think we deserve the very best."
"This ain't good enough, let's buy more and more stuff!"
At one time
I wore their discarded garments without pride
I should have been proud
for I dug for them with my wanting hands
Hands that waded through 
their decadence
the refillable
the recyclable
their unused reusable

Black Bird
I watch you and your brothers
as you feasted on our last suppers
Ripping open black bags
fighting for morsels 
Unconcerned with the rotting
intoxicated by fermenting fruit
the pungent aromas
There are bones that need to be picked clean

I noticed but did not recall until now
the depth of my wanting
the hunger within
Back then
I was hoping 
praying for a bicycle
Desperately wanting to ride far away from here
so that I might escape my then
my embarrassment
my "I hope no one sees me!"
"Garbage picker!"
"Where did you get that coat?"
"We threw that in the dump!"
Boy oh boy do I like clothing now.
No one will ever again make fun of what I wear!

Part of me wishes to return with you Black Bird
to see what I have left behind
So that I can reclaim
and recycle that little boy
But I can't
The dumps aren't open anymore
It is like those old bones
bleached
picked clean
Manicured
Items placed in appropriate piles
All the while
you sit on your wire
back turned to me
Intelligent eyes hidden
knowing I can't disturb you
In a while you will feed on yesterday
for this place 
is not closed to you!

This piece grew out of my childhood experiences. We got our clothing from the dump and I still remember a girl saying to my sister " That's my coat, we threw that in the dump." I felt so bad for her and also for myself.
Categories: reusable, abuse, angst, anxiety, bird,
Form: Free verse

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Is There Life On Mars

Elon Musk has launched
An electric car into space
With David Bowie on the radio
And an astral traveller at the wheel
In spacesuit and dark visor across the face

Reusable rockets return to earth
And the car to Mars as a stunt
On Earth we are left with the wonder
Of this feat for space exploration 
And the next thrill of it all!

© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories: reusable, space,
Form: Ballad

Not Reusable So Do Not Destroy

an earth is not a resewable blanket so do not rip it then
The dainty two hour ballet performance by the pack of brontosauruses' was a splendid and majestic sight. No former beam can alight the walking walls to practice the movements of the feet moving featherlike across the vast eighteenth century stage. Turrets brought in and out. The tantalizing score brought eras to life with fantastic scenic backdrops. Painted pleasingly and professionally by the little busy mice brigade whose timeless work created many a project for performers in a global industrious swoop. Swapping a hair pin and coughing was often noted in the high elitist box which was positioned to grant the peerage an uninterrupted view away from the crowd. Aerial perspective is neither a auditory ambience nor an acre of animation. Instead it is a prevalence of demonstrated power point whereby the status of human is put on a pedestal, a throne, a high aloof top, as if to look down somewhat upon the minions. Akin to a sack which was boxes but now filled with potatoes. The sack was in the top of the pile but upon filling it got thrown on the very bottom of a vegetable delivery truck. Flames frame fame formations. Fluctuating. It is the time to rebuild the pickle dam said the beaver party. Beaver parties are often constructing and constructing is clearly levitational and a deviance can go dig in a bush. No left handed leap in an estate. And no windmill laughing today. But a bridge between the sexes of the iconic Oxon at a tennis game can satisfy a lighthouse walking to a market square. Haha and an x circumstantially Z Z Z Z
Categories: reusable, bible,
Form:

Who Am I?

Who am I?
Who are you?
Who are they?
I wish I knew. 
We all feel pain 
even though wounds
are technically inexcusable. 
We patch up scars and make
them functional and reusable.
Oh the blood underneath these veins,
the flesh antagonizes me for days.
I'd poke it with something sharp 
if I weren't so vain. 
Plus looking at the imprints 
it would cause would drive me insane. 
There could be a cloudless sky
but still it may rain 
Never judge a book
maybe until you turn the page
I wish I had something, someone 
or just maybe a it. 
Pain is excruciating but It's mass 
produced like McDonald's so I'm used to it
It's the repetitive nature of it all that 
makes people loose a tooth or two 
they can't pick, swallow or chew the truth 
so they bottle it up and chug it like a fresh cold root 
I take it in and blow it out like a flute 
such beauty can come from ugly things 
that's why so many beautiful girls 
let their boy friends call them ugly names 
I spin in a circle and when I return it's all the same
Who am I? Who is she? who are we?
Categories: reusable, lifeme,
Form: Free verse


Premium Member The Coral Reefs Are Dying

Take a stand and save the world
Recycle that plastic bottle
Help clean up the ocean
And join in the battle
Reduce your use of single use
Commit to end the waste
Reduce the ocean garbage patch
Deliberately make haste
The coral reefs are dying
All around the world
In twenty years they might be gone
If we remain unconcerned
So take a stand and pick it up
Buy yourself a reusable cup
Categories: reusable, ocean,
Form: Rhyme

Yellow

It’s how I learned to laugh at the moonlight, and reuse reusable things
Save electricity, and like the color yellow.

She’s the woman behind the pearl clip-on earring,
And white cake with butter cream frosting

I know why I love cold days and rainy nights, 
When her smirk of needlessness to go out wades sitcoms in.

All the potpourri flowers can’t last to her fragrance,
Crimson satin drawer pillows and apple peels, perfect ripe ribbons,
Roses, and dove soap, 
Fried egg sandwiches on crumb-free bread.

Grass on her lawn holds no candle to green,
Compare to her field of long-stem billowing tulips 
Her great beauty, her yellow buds of glory.
    

  -Jess
Categories: reusable, family, loss, peace
Form: Free verse

Premium Member The Piddle Pad

It has become necessary to use piddle pads in the back room
So I am not interrupted at night and try to make sleep resume
My neighborhood has gotten run down and people can be bad
If I had a doggie door vermin and thieves would take all I had

My dogs are getting older and harder to teach
It seems the piddle pad is always out of reach
Kublia proudly stands on it, just his front part
His bottom half on the bare floor missing the mark

A sea of pee puddles that the clean pad does not absorb
I spent my money on the piddle pad so I could mop no more
Genghis sniffs the pad and then runs to the wall by the open door
He lifts his hind leg and smiles as he pees on the mopboard

So I clean the floor and give the clean piddle pads away
And bought giant reusable piddle pads on the same day
The big pads overlap the mopboard and covers the floor of the room
Now my doggies use them right, and I use less of the mop and broom
Categories: reusable, dog, funny, humor, pets,
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member It Took Only 250 Words

From within the perspex booth, he flirtily inquired
 if my day so far had been fulfilling 
Duty of filling two reusable bags with thirty items
Didn't stop my silly line from spilling
"Certainly, yes - it's fulfilling me now"

His stare seemed unphased by my lame admission
Scanned groceries somewhere invisible
Face much closer than distance restrictions allow 
French throat honey diverted from usual
Behind glasses, bulged eyes listening

Attempt at saving my remark from ruin, I extended
Adept words of general philosophy
on work life balance, my hope his shift soon ended
Frenchy said, "So soon I'm finishing"
Paid, sashayed away, loaded my car

Out of hours nerd backlit by afternoon's fading filter
Sauntered, long limbs fish fine flowed
to his boxy hatchback, began to fold himself into her
Glimsed me, his drive to leave slowed
Look longer than checkout intended

Don't play movies, - be the movie! I frantically chant
My devious quickly runs reels of torrid takes
Grinning, " Thought you'd be put off by my little rant" 
Croissant crumbs flew frenzied as he makes
Front seat space clean to enable our chat

Knocked my head on circular pink hand grip swung
His French consoling rubbed clumsily
upon my hair, explained rubber grip used by his Mum
Tried to tuck it away, cute care fumbling
My impatient imagination carried us far

Decal sticker on window, white lettering ' Luck Left' 
I inquire puzzled as to its meaning 
"Today Luck came," he says, " It's going to be perfect" 
Honestly, hormones by then teeming
Carpark departed in five seconds flat




(smutty Sundee) 
23rd August 2020
Categories: reusable, car, character, confidence, for
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Who We Are

The subject of ourselves;
We choose, perceive, 
laugh, and grieve. 
What are we
in this boundless and expanding cosmic web?

We, human beings
do the curiosity of all experiments.
Made up the same subatomic particles 
as are exchanged
between flowers in the gardens and black holes in the galaxies.

Within the immense ocean of stars,
the images of the Dark Energy live within us.
When supernova collide!  A glimpse of Milky Way’s fate zooms in, 230 million light
years away from earth.
With limited means
our ignorance,
the discovery of the multiverse living beyond us.

Big bang or
the fabric of time, Dust Ring discovered in Mercury’s orbit.
In Quantum awareness of singularity
       we can always be wrong.

Scientists smashing atoms
Searching never-before-seen a shadow of Event Horizon
Building reusable rockets colonizing Mars
Bending the speed of light
 ......Desperately seeking the horoscope of human race

“I” and the neutrons in our brains 
are the same thing;
        complex, tightly integrated
        and lovable.

The brutal truth
Is - no certainty 
We exist.
Categories: reusable, humanity, life, perspective, star,
Form: Free verse

Earth's Hour

Quiet is the earth this dark hour
And in the silence I share its power
When all the fossil fuel fumes retire
The grid is broken perhaps again
And cars stay home from storm and rain
The stars come out my love to inspire
Earth breaths again a primal hour
And in the moonlight I caress a flower
And at the pond below my feet, I
Hear a frog's happy retreat, while men
Beyond earth's hour lame and broken die
Where nature constricts to soupy glen
Laden with all our trash and debris of pain
They may not see the moon rise again


thanks Chris D. Aechtner for the note idea (^_^)



Please make it a point to always bring reusable bags with you, 
to minimize the use of plastic bags. When the planet dies we die with it, eternal life begins with responsible love.
Categories: reusable, health, nature, planet,
Form: Verse

Premium Member The Sky's the Limit

Willie Wonka can no more  hire any of  us
Down he has gone with a bad case of the virus.
And  we fear his  magical   factory will close
If we fail to  take over the lease,I suppose
At this difficult  crisis  Covid -ridden time
Not to take over would be a serious crime
But what will you  decide to make ?Somebody asks
What else but gazillions  of reusable masks
Coloured with hopeful  rainbows and marked NHS
That's just what is  essentially  needed ,I guess
With every welcome covering for a face
You would enter a  draw for a trip into space
That would   more than lift  you both  body and  spirit
And would give you physical distancing with it
Categories: reusable, humorous,
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Powerful Useable Fingers

fingers
lithe and lively
typing painting cooking
powerful and reusable
fingers
Categories: reusable, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Cinquain

What Are They Teaching Kids With This

Protesting protest
that’s what this be
Look and take notice
at the stupidity 

On a Record breaking day
Seeing fossil fuels fade away
as reusable power the majority
we see a drop in generated bad air in society
Active steps successfully reducing pollution 
Yet schools are teaching by allowing kids to protest a solution 

A protest is to force change
Change is happening
these protests deranged 
What’s happening?
Teaching kids this is wrong
it’s not on, what’s going on?

The 5th time schools and university protest 
as what they protest is addressed 
still they don’t notice, now I'm stressed.

This is what we teach kids is it,
Bloody hopeless!!!
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: reusable, anger,
Form: Rhyme
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