Best Throw Away Poems
Still frames with dead eyed memories.
Magic marker’d promises;
open ended lies
that I can’t seem to forget.
No matter how far I bury this thing
inside my closet. You always find your
way back, with a smile blooming
like a drunken rose.
Fingers run to the edge
of our little world’s grave yard;
flipping the nights over..
Trying to find the picture;
a moment that will sate
the hunger of regret.
But I haven’t found it yet..
-James Kelley 2013 All rights reserved
Categories:
throw away, deep, depression, desire, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
The Throw-Away Child
Heaven above shine down on us
We need your light to guide
Our days as we make our way
Through times of testing, times of trial
In hours of need, years of pain
As we witness the Throw-Away Child
Why, oh, God does such a thing
Exist in your world? Why should any
Feel as such; so worthless, never amount to much
As these children do, who know not love
From the very ones who gave them life?
Does it grieve your heart as it does mine?
I know it is so, Lord, certainly it is
That you weep and your heart breaks
As child after child, after precious child
Is abused, neglected, tossed aside.
Not given the chance to grow tall and strong
As the men they should trust cast them out
Please send us where we’re needed
Into those little lives where brokenness
Is achingly commonplace.
Where mothers have not strength to face
Their children who need a safe spot to land
But instead find a deep, dark void where love should be
Give us grace that covers their souls
With care that overflows from the mercy
Which you give to those who ask
Who earnestly seek your face and give you a place
In their heart of hearts and truest spirit
Where nothing can harm us, for You are there
Let us be ever aware of those around us
Who reach out in desperation...in silent screams
In muted pleas for something good, something pure
Anything that will lift them from their tortured state
Their dwelling place of agony and emptiness
Open our eyes and ears to their need
You’ve said we are your hands
You’ve said we are your feet
We must also be your kindness
To everyone we meet
And act as your heart extended
I know that is why we’re here
This day, dear God, let us commit
To finding each and every one who searches
For just one human being who will see them
As lovingly as you see them, Lord
Who will bring relief...if for just awhile
And give hope to the Throw-Away Child
© Donna Golden, 2008
Categories:
throw away, faith, hope, introspection, lifeheart,
Form:
Free verse
how can i say this?
what are the words i can use
to tell you, without your
feelings being hurt?
people. there is a menu
just to the left.
near the bottom is a link
which will show you the things
good poetry should never have.
they're called cliche's.
though the list isn't final,
and will never be
because as times change,
so do we and our language,
poetry's a subtil thing. abstract.
to explain it is beyond my means.
But try this: let your mind
wander a bit.
don't lean so heavily
on your memorized wit.
i want to help you, i sincerely do
and i'm trying to think
while i write this to you
just what i should tell you,
what i need to say
that will help you see language
in a different way.
rhymes come about
3 lines at a time or so.
your brain should be thinking now
of 3 lines ago.
poetry is algebra
though i don't know the theorem.
here's an idea.
put down the pen.
pick up your mouse.
start clicking peoples names
til you see what poetry's about.
start with chris aechtner.
there you will see what the gift and the curse of writing poetry can be.
he writes uninhibited.
he doesn't mince words.
he sets an example from which we can learn.
you see, what creates most bad poetry is our fears and complexes
distracting us.
so, try, when you write
to sort of meditate.
separate from the world outside and create your own rules.
.
i'm a lousy poet too.
don't feel bad, because i told you.
Categories:
throw away, angst, poetry,
Form:
Light Verse
I have a great idea.
Do you know all of these
big business fat cats,
roaming around in their
two thousand, three or
even maybe five thousand
tailor made suits?
I think what they SHOULD do
instead of wasting their money,
throwing it away to gigantic corporations,
that, in my mind,
think they don't need,
try what is best to the world,
is write an enormous check
and send it to places,
like Ethiopia, or even Africa.
Why is it that
they can't think,
before they throw away?
Are they so stupid and blind
to the point,
that they can't think,
with their pea-sized brains,
that places like this
don't exist on this Earth?
I would like to walk up to them,
slap them upside their fat heads
and scream out,
"Are you stupid?
Why do you have to waste money,
that can be spent on something a little more important,
than something that truly is not?"
"Why not sit down
and write a big fat check,
to those whom desperately need it the most?"
"There are people that are starving
in this world,
that could, no, would love
to have the money that you idiots have."
"Why can't you sit back
and think of what you are doing?"
I wouldn't even wait for an explanation
or an answer.
I know they don't give a living crap
about what truly is going on around them.
So, my honest advice to those
that waste is.....
Think, before you throw away.
Stop living with your eyes tightly closed shut.
Give to those,
who can really use what you
throw away.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Mar.15/2008
I know this isn't poetry. I guess you could call it a rant. I was watching a documentary and had to write this. It irritates me to no end, to know how much money these people waste.
Categories:
throw away, imagery, inspirational, march, people,
Form:
5-16-2012 Recycling a Throw Away,Revised
Searching over a throw away,thinking lately about you,
Before I had nothing more than time to lose,
You are not gone ,though- in my heart, I'm often alone,
Remembering you down by the falls,even as a memory,you call,
Crying rhymes on the radio,getting up from a fall,
Bringing you back is more difficult than when I let you go,
Categories:
throw away, art, lost love,
Form:
Gratitude attitude grow
Peacock attitude away throw
Though temptations line up in a row
Pointless, heartless any soul you to hurt
Under no circumstances invective blurt
Because so doing grows you curt
Achieving trinkets, reaping limpets
As you blow trivial trumpets
Deriding, riding, restless strumpets
In your city where contempt
Fashionable in an objectional attempt
To parade low grade hair unkempt
For aeons under neon lights
Illuminating prudish, brutish fights
Meant to ignore the snore of plights
Street kids endure under the watch
You observe at close quarters to catch
Miscreants and recidivists who latch
Onto corruption
To catalyze the eruption
So blatantly witnessed in the disruption
Probity suffers as wafers
Vanish into thin air when quaffers
Poke fun at a senile souse who suffers
Ravages of loneliness
You regret in the context of silliness
Egrets and open secrets endure as holiness
Suffers its biggest reverse
To learn men of the collar deemed so averse
To child molestation in vows so diverse
Embarrass your church
Leaving doubting Thomases in the lurch
As for meaning and direction they search
Wondering if hypocrisy in this crisis
Should call and recall paralysis
To promote or demote dialysis
As a cure for the malaise
Believers suffer in the craze
That undermines set standards in a maze
In which a plethora of anguish
You bear as you strive to distinguish
Reality from fiction. Your faith don’t extinguish
Or else you throw baby together with bath water
In the church and in your quarter
To deny you opportunities for malfeasance to alter.
Categories:
throw away, poems,
Form:
Free verse
To Life
Life that gives us love, gives us hope, gives us truth
Life that grants us strength, grants us power, grants us youlth
To life that takes the pain while forcing minds to fade to hay
To Life that is the dreadful gift to much rist to throw away
To Pain
Pain that makes us tear, makes us pray, makes us screach
Pain that makes us love just to hate, to try to reach
To pain that we will shake, we will fright, we will cry
To pain that makes us mar until the day that we die
To Death
It's death that takes this pain, takes all this sarro, helps us escape
But maybe what we're meant to do is find our minds a brand new shape
Categories:
throw away, health, mystery, peoplepain, life,
Form:
I have cut….. and I am trying to overcome self harm. But if it makes you feel better why stop?
Well yea it makes you feel better for like five minutes but is it really worth it?
What do you do after the pain is gone?
When I first cut myself i was dealing with a break up and I thought I will just cut this once it
wont happen again. I was wrong it slowly spreads taking over your skin, brain then your life.
People find out…. and rumors spread. People try to stop you but you say they
don’t understand and push them away but you promise them you will stop anyway but you do
it again. You’re addicted to the pain and anyone who will try to stop you will be ignored.
You don’t know that you’re doing this but your'e making it easy to let go of this world by
blocking people from your life. It’s a scary road that I wish I didn’t go down you can’t escape
or run back to being happy you have to continue down that same road but stronger than ever.
In the end you’re left with these scars... a story is told with every cut and word you cut into
your skin. No not everyone will understand but just promise me and mean it that tonight or
ever you won’t cut.
Categories:
throw away, addiction, depression, stress,
Form:
child lost
discarded
family throw away
has burned all of her chances
Logical these people will hate her also
Categories:
throw away, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Suzette Prime
Throw away the light, the definitions, and say what you see in the dark,
when the sky full of silences stretches like black velvet over thoughts,
and each star becomes an unspoken word, a secret of the universe,
while the night breathes its mysteries like a sea swirling with dreams,
where shadows dance to the rhythms of an old, forgotten clock,
our steps wander on paths of darkness, seeking the raw truth,
a truth that doesn't need light to shine in the soul,
as our hearts beat like ancestral drums, calling forth desires,
and time becomes a river, flowing through the rocks of deep silence,
where only feeling remains as our guide, our compass in the night,
and definitions shatter like old mirrors, releasing essences,
in a melancholic dance of raw and unpolished truths,
that speak to us in the language of shadows and unfulfilled dreams,
telling us to see with the heart, to feel with the soul,
in a world where light is no longer a condition, but merely an option,
and each step becomes a poem written with the ink of darkness,
where truth is not afraid to be bare, to be honest, to be everything,
and we, travelers in this eternal night, learn to be,
to say what we see in the dark, without fear, without reservations.
Categories:
throw away, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
a throw away poem
is easy come, easy go
after it's had its say
pack it up toss it away
the meaning isn't deep
nor vocabulary wide
a throw away poem
will never tax the mind
a throw away poem
is not meant to torment the soul
is easy on the eyes
feels almost like home
brings nothing to the table
except for rhyme and flow
that's as far as it will go
a throw away poem
Categories:
throw away, poems,
Form:
Light Verse
A Stone's Throw Away
To Always Win:
Be Easily Pleased.
-Gray Squirrel
01-21-2025
Categories:
throw away, life,
Form:
Free verse
Go ahead....
and throw away the key,,,
There's nothing left inside my head .....
of my sanity.
If only I could change...
what it is I have become,
and return to the beginning....
of where I started from.
But I know I made my choices....
the dye has long been cast....
There will be no escaping......
the actions of my past.
Please let me fade away...
Forever from your mind,,,,,
Gather all of those memories....
and leave them far behind...
I've found a path of comfort...
Free of misery and despair....
Of my earthly worries.....
I no longer have a care.
Categories:
throw away, introspection, mental health, society,
Form:
Rhyme
trash pickup occurred.
will have to break up boxes
throw them all away
Categories:
throw away, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Haiku