Best Trash Can Poems
Why was I put in the trash, unloved and unwanted. Were you young,
unloved yourself.
A life to live among the garbage, with just a rag as a blanket. Wet and cold I did lay,
hoping for a brighter day. A small life found, a small life not forgotten. A life to grow, a life to be loved. Why was I put in the trash, I will never know. What has this taught me, to love myself and others everyday.
Date Written: 2/2/2021 Break My Heart, Why Don't Cha Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
NOTE: Not A True Story, Just A Write........
Home is where you heart is,
That's what they say.
My home must be the forest;
My heart yearns for it every day.
Life, feeds on life.
Nature provides,
All that we'd ever need.
And what do we give in return?
We chop down the trees,
And we poison the skies.
No regard for the planet,
Or even our Own lives.
The way i see it,
Ill be found one day.
Having Died in the woods
With a smile on my face.
As long as there are trees,
Concealing wild places,
I will go in times of need,
Where i am surrounded with nature.
Live to spread positivity,
It's the route I've chosen.
Because Ive experienced, surges of energy that have made me feel like i was floating.
Positivity is tangible;
Our worlds react to good vibes.
You can feel it in your heart, you can feel it in your soul, and you can feel it in your mind.
When you do good things,
It all comes back around.
You feed your environment, with positive vibes,
And nothing will ever bring you down.
Your road may be rough,
But remember one thing,
If you Keep positive thoughts,
You'll find yourself thriving.
The power of Love,
Is matched by no other.
It will one day be Love
That brings us together.
It is love that i find,
One step into the woods.
A friendship between the trees and I;
A Oneness understood.
If people just felt for each other,
How i feel for a single tree,
There'd never be another war.
We'd never need any armies.
Whats the hold up?
Where's the passion?
Stand up for our planet,
Don't let us just trash it.
This rock that we live on
Has a soul of its own.
I have felt its energy,
Flow through my bones.
Our beloved earth,
Is so battered and scared.
To us it gave birth,
Yet for it, we've no care.....
Me and the Trash Can
Here we are this evening, Just the two of us.
We’ve never had an argument, we’ve never had a fuss,
My little friend could tell a thousand tales.
Yet he’s always silent, though a fearsome smell prevails.
Here we are this evening, me and the trash can.
He’s never asks a question, he’s quite a friend to man.
I’m cold and lonesome, and it sure is dark and quiet.
But the can’s the best company, that I can find tonight.
He don’t try to borrow money, or give me advice.
He only breeds the roaches and attracts the mice.
Here we set this evening, He’s a stinker of a host.
But we’re alone together, except for the lamp post.
Gravity makes things go down,
to the ground like a funny clown.
Missing the trash can,
now on the floor plan.
Gravity will always be around.
IT'S A TOTAL TRASH CAN
The Marabou StorkAnything found is devouredNot a pretty sight
Indiana Shaw . . . : /
A neighbor lady I hadn’t seen
in a year I heard was bedridden.
Her former husband dropped by,
asked if I'd to take in her trash can
when I brought in my own.
He lived in a city far away.
She’s very sick, he said.
I said sure, not a problem.
But one morning when I
dragged my big metal can out
to the curb, hers wasn’t there.
It was always there before mine.
No idea who put it out so early.
Maybe another neighbor.
So I went in her yard and tried
to drag the can out to the curb.
It was so heavy I couldn’t move it
so I left it there, figuring whoever
had been putting it out would
find a way to do it again.
I didn’t want a hernia.
I never saw her can again.
Word was, the lady died.
There was no wake or service.
Just a small notice of cremation.
Her former husband got
the house even though they
never got along when married.
You could hear bombs
of arguments late at night.
He stopped by to thank me when
he and the realtor put a sign in the yard.
The house sold in a week to a young
couple with a brand new trash can,
fiberglass, not made of heavy metal.
The can was much smaller, though,
wouldn't hold a lot of weight.
Donal Mahoney
Genial warmth of personage,
fortitude of a pleasant shower,
Dainty attire, whimple of violet
silk bordered in gold fringe,
Iridescent and greatly alters
every aspect of earth,
Till I spit fire and trash the
conservative !!
Planteous grape harvest,
making barrels and barrels of
wine,
Perfect to a drunkard's delight
and a rich man's sight,
But worthless and contemptible
for a poor's plight,
I send to trash can,
vandalised!!
If he could avoid leap of
another dog or drive it's fangs,
At the same moment seize the
infinitesimal fraction of time,
In which to deliver his own
attack, tear apart disparaging,
No scum in the trash can , I
spit fire !!
When, on someone's toe you stand
They open their mouth like a trash can
Yell bloody murder
Explode with great fervour
Watch out for the left hook unplanned
he has a bag
its sag
he picks the trash
in the bag he stash
its money in the hand
the
TRASH CAN MAN
some old some where gold
there cox the load
its pick up
trash stuff
all this to make a buck
some have a to for one stand
THE
TRASH CAN MAN
I cannot find words to speak, I am full up to my cheek; my chest is swelling with heat and I can hardly breathe, and as the morning drags on I can feel the tension moving in my feet and my muscles suddenly gets stiff and daylight speaks to my longing soul.
It is the other side of me that I cannot see that often makes me weep. In a split second I saw you standing over me with hands and chin resting on the cross board and when I pulled up to get closer you suddenly disappeared; I searched for you everywhere but I could not find you and the morning continues to punish me; the beating wave on the shore breaks through the door and my spirit weeps
It is like a dejavu waking around the town without shoe and the ghost of the north comes to haunt me with offensive words that insult my dignity and I said to my myself, I will spar with the living and condemn the dead.
Every muscles and sinews in my body hurts, and the heavens open when my hand touch the earth, my body cries out for help, but when I look around noone was there and I continue to bear the pressure from the seditious atmosphere. I cannot express how it feels when life is dragging me from street to street and garbage litters both sides of the street.
The principle inside me takes me for a ride and the values walking beside me keeps me alive and when I steps in the mud and takes up garbage from the front and my hands mingle in the dirt, and I am down to earth the people looked at me call me names.
I woke up this morning and couldn’t’ held back the tears that was forming in my eyes, I was cleaning the garbage from the street side and all of a sudden my body starts to cry. But somewhere in the garbage there were some words of comfort to share.
I pulled some garbage out of a box and a note on small card fell out just before I throw it in the fire. The title reads, “A hug for you”, and the rest says,“ here is a hug for you hold it in your hand a token of love, so you will understand that even though now we may be apart the very best hugs happen deep in our heart.”
These words are comforting but they weren’t for me.They were in someone else garbage and I hope that she is smiling. The message in the garbage was for you did you see? It was written in tiny scrip! The message in the garbage s revealing .
When someone's toes you stand on
They open their mouth like a trash can
Yelling bloody murder
Exploding with fervour
Watch out for the left hook unplanned