Best Waster Poems

Knocking on the door, can your mate come out to play?, 
or is she grounded for yet another sunny day?.
Meeting up with your mates, hanging...

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You may see me out on the streets
Lying curled up in a foetal position my sleeping bag in a shop doorway
Trying to get a few...

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Wake not the passions you cannot tame:
A thin line there is between love and madness;
Lest you soon have yourself to blame,
Dear beautiful but an impatient...

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Nay greet for me, I yet live   
ne'er was I a bairn to ye
mind me ere  I once were   ...

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(What Should I Believe?)

I sit here wondering,
 About the sum of life, its delights, its strife,
 Its pleasures fleeting, its joys receeding,
 With grief impending,...

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The show it is over another one gone
Never ever again I decry and bemoan
 Five days of eating the turkey and ham
Curries for me and...

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Gone forever, the used ones
Never can it be set aside for future use
As food, fuel or money can be
Can it be stored like a pea?

Like...

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The pen hits the paper
Like the needle hitting that groove
It just makes you, wanna move...
Get up, go, no one likes a waster

The pitch, how oh...

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I’m like an empty land…
Honestly, waiting patiently for sunshine and rain
In need of a helping hand
Naturally, going nowhere in particular – am I sane?	

Perhaps, I...

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Never-ending aftershocks of yesterday’s tomorrow has settled in my mind’s eye…there’s so much out there to look forward to…I’d rather not die, but indeed, I...

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Here once again he pesters me, steps into my world where I’m set
fair, imposed upon  by his misfortune, extravagance forced to regret.

He always seems...

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So ya want ta sail, me hearty,
and ya set ta see the world.
Just sign away ya life, Jack,
and stow ya gear forward.
There's room enough in...

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History is a loudmouth dunghill hen,
Who so hid hind it were left to cavil,
He who loves here and now’s a happy man.  

Past, a...

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Oga at the top
Then you open your mouth
Like bullfrog in the muddy pool of your career
In the myopia of your great vision
You vomited manifesto which...

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Why is it that people think that they are going to live forever? 
When a child is born into this world,
It’s a precious moment,
We are...

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