Best Rubbish Poems

The minstrel and the rubbish
	To a homeless in N.Y., who had a guitar to keep him company
                   
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Gonna improve my poetry
gonna dispense with stupid rhymes
I'll never again force it together
instead I'll write those random lines

It's suppose to be all modern
avant garde sort of thing
concentrating just on “feelings”
keeping it concise, with well, zing!

But to be perfectly honest
I'm finding it hard to do
You see,...

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I thought that I should say what I mean
On the subject of ‘****’ and its synonyms—
Derrida’s caveat notwithstanding.

We alternatively dub it turd, crap, poop, etc. 
But the whole set of synonyms, 
Given its connotation, is not politically correct.
Of course I do have my points.

It is...

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Capitalism is rubbish. Socialism is much worse.
Fascism with nationalism are so bad, of course.
I was looking for nice and positive with "ism" .
Went through everything. And found one- Nudism!...

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Jennalyn, Jennalyn,
She took out the garbage bin,
Tripping over the rubbish went
Right over her, it was all spent,
Such an awful din.

Jennalyn, Jennalyn,
Family wouldn't let her back in,
They threw out some sanitiser,
Followed by deodorizer,
They don't want no smelly kin....

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the council had sub-contracted, to Beresford & Dodd,  
the collection of rubbish in the street, and the workforce 
had reacted, (badly);
now a week without an empty bin and it's smelly,
fly-blown breathing;

we knew the boss was Catholic, so us neighbours wrote 
a "letter-prayer" and we...

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rubbish to some
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No plot of ground to serve a bed
Against the dark you lay your head
For expedition much abused
Contemptable in your afteruse

Defiled by Adam's selfishness
Your face unrecognizable
A mute remains of ravishment
To world unreconcilable

A dying bird with broken wings
Your fate lies with unloved things
Too weak to cry out...

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in hind sight 
now when i sit down and
go over the 
past in my mind 
i have come to realize
that i never truly 
loved you 
i have also discovered 
that i was never happy  
with you ever because you
had this way of 
making me...

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Publish Rubbish Horn Limerick

In newspaper many things may publish
And most of them were pure rubbish
Trump kind and considerate have heard
And in his vocabulary is no such word
For him to go away we sure do wish.

Jim Horn...

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Granules of recollection rub like salt 
Flailing in the fog of seven years ago
Deafened by incessant frog cries
Vines dangling began attaching to each other 
Drying river stagnated, slime slippery with algae 
Vigorous tree growth stooped in defeat
Muddy river banks fixed my feet, prisoners
Quick sand sapped...

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religion explodes in noiseless noise

girls talk to boys

craters on the side of a church

left right in the forward lurch

am i making sense or am i not????

brain doth rot

i think ive gone wrong

ive not been writing words for near too long

future seems clouded by fate

born too...

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Sand cool and gritty underfoot,
Pebbles here and there,
The odd shell peeking out,
The beach can be a wonderful place,
It its treated right.

Buried in the sand are hidden dangers,
Broken glass, plastics and cigarette butts,
Your rubbish you left behind,
Dont you care.

Needles discarded and buried in the sand,
Sand used...

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Advertised as an Estate Sale
Which I took to mean
Not just yard sale discards.

Here are some 
Of the things you could obtain:

Aluminum baking pans
Plastic punch bowl
Four segments of track from a train set
Discolored tea-towels with embroidered edges
Christmas themed throw pillow
Velvet painting of sailing ships
Flimsy dollar-store wall...

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The forest fire
Is everyone concern
Even it is too far away to be seen
But the air becomes haze
But the surroundings become dusty
But the weather becomes dry and hot
But the skin becomes sticky
And  we soon feel thirsty and drowsy
And the same will come with
Burning rubbish in...

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