Best Wasted Poems

“The History of a Wasted Mind”

 

What goes through the mind of a recidivist
Fist full of hate and hurt marking time
Fist full of history, got down with the dirt
The History of a Wasted Child
The History of a Wasted Mind


Some think that War in the World...

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Splotches of black ink stain my diary and hands
most of them much larger than tiny grains of sand
splatters caused when he slammed down my well
hoping to end the love of poetry I never shall quell.

Fool is he for believing his childish tantrum and rant
would keep...

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I've heard there are two paths you can go by,
I've read I ought to take the path less traveled;
I've made my own path despite,
Ever having given either path a gamble.

Lost traversing aimlessly through,
The lush spring prairies full of life;
I seem to unknowingly choose,
Desolate vast tundras...

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With verdancy surrounding me, I wish to spin
around this world of endless spring that I am in.
Bewitched am I by forests, hills, and fields of green.

If nature is a woman, here she loves to preen
in emeralds whose splendor I’ve so seldom seen
as I revel in...

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When todays yield where tomorrows have too
And forests now instead are skylines then,
At gatherings held to contemplate who
No longer walks amongst more lively men;
Where angels thought would be seen high above
Welcoming spirits with cause to adjust,
As freshly blown bubbles scared seeking love
Still fragile, uncertain, worried...

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Sadly, no quantum leaping beneath
our huge red oak tree's autumn sleep.

November 22, 2014...

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Another year passes, those days are all gone
I think of time wasted, and know there was none

For those moments I sat, idle and still
Preserved me from feeling over the hill
They gave me the strength to get on my way
And do things I should have done...

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WASTED WORDS


Lounging near sleep and lingering time
are Eliot, Dylan and I.
We discuss preposterously shaped women
and laugh ‘til our heads roll down
the stairs and onto the crumpled street,
past the sordid cafes and triple-X store
to the busy corner where fat men meet.

Barren, with the violet hour approaching,
my...

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Drop shots and trick shots, we admire
The gang banging swear slinging
Outcast that got in..
Someone who can shoot bullets faster than words
Who's idea of having a good time stops at
3 blunts
2 girls
And 1 hell of a night
Who needs confrontation when you have the ability to solve...

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Howard Marks and God Almighty
Shared a spliff, and had a whitey
Then had the munchies, and a bong
Annoying Peter with the pong
By which time it was far too late
To frisk young Howard at the gate
God, seeing Peter’s consternation
Outlined the process of creation
How on day three he...

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As he blinks a watery mass tries to escape,
it's no longer a pool as it starts to take shape.
A single tear, it begins to roll down his face,
so elegant, she moves with such beauty and grace.
Dancing down his cheek, clinging tight to his skin,
excited and...

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I have sang with Tennessee the song of the south,
I have kissed many tender lips with my crimson
mouth.
I have been with Politicians to the mountain top,
I have crossed without doubt the red gates that writ
in it, "STOP".
I have danced with a cotton dress that danced...

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Stumbling all over the sidewalk....
Eyes completely glazed. 
It was something that had to be done,
It was one of those kind of days.
So after work, I went to the store,
With only one thing in mind....
To take the edge off of my soul,
To leave this day far...

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A pile of raked leaves 
no child to jump into them

A pet 
no one to play with

An elderly couple
no one to give to

A house 
that is not a home

An apple tree 
no one to eat its fruit

A secluded path in an autumn’s woods
no lovers to...

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was sitting in a crowd but felt so all alone
No communication, everyone staring at their phone
I just wanted to return to the life that I had tasted
No more electronic robots, I guess I'm technology wasted
Back to Bobbi socks and bobbi pins
Big hellos and happy grins
Culottes...

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