Best Scrapheap Poems

ON THE SCRAPHEAP OF LIFE


When we married you got my engine running, but now I want to sleep
I’ve just failed my annual service, you said...

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Oh in the early days you couldn’t wait to get your hands on my curves
Now I am getting older, you simply don’t want to know

The...

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He can fix anything

no matter the year

the make, the model

but has his own way 

 

No, just throw that

on the scrapheap

with all the others

 

Seriously,...

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From the deep recesses of mind
emerges a stimulation
that necessitates a defined
sudden, high-level invention.
Once imagined its stay is brief
and must be dealt with before lost
to distraction....

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Death of a Dream
Written: By Tom Wright
January 2015

At edge of night
Lies a junkyard,

Where locked away,
Is each un-kept promise
Empty dream or unmet goal.

From here, finality,
For time...

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Bone Idle Cat
Lazy boy was just that, a bone idle bat. Staying in bed all day sleeping, up all night playing computer games. Not working,...

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This (Numerical) Life

I am a number. I know this because you spend all evening asking me my age, as it is my birthday and we...

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In honor of Remembrance Day and those that serve. 

Tour of Duty©

I awaken from a fitful sleep
One where slumber was not very deep

The night before...

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Oh look, surprise-surprise, it’s just as I suspected; 
Just as I foresaw it would turn out – 
You have already forgotten my face, 
Erased me...

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A state of mindless exhaustion overwhelms me
I feel wrung out
Over-wrought
Strained to the very limits of endurance
I’m at the end of my tether
And the rope is...

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Of My (Lenovo External) Computer Screen

Within mere nanoseconds,
     (or less than an instagram ming
     kickstarter reddit snap,
...

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Cerulean mirror, true to color,
reflected the rouge hue 
the setting sun left; a celestial beauty
that only the Supreme Architect could fashion.

That such cosmic beauty could...

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Dear self ,
We live inside each other,
When the last time we met each other
At the last stage of life, 
let's take some wise steps,
Your biggest...

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The awake awakened with wide eyes wide-opened.
Calls of the screaming sea, calling calls ceaselessly.
Pound-pounding ears attend, weakening abandon,
wend sea claps yonder, and then only beyond...

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