Bins Poems - Poems about Bins

...The coffee shops stand by the canal Beautiful scenery and in flannels All spruced up to put on the show How wealthy they are we don't need to know Behind the wall is a back street ginnel With ......Read the rest...

...At our house we had what was called an ‘odd sock drawer, A place which the whole family could keep odd socks to store. Quite often the matching sock was to be seen no more. When the drawer becam......Read the rest...

...Sometimes you see something beautiful Today it was raindrops on a bin All lined up, sharing a space with a web So on the way to school we looked Finding pretty raindrops Stunningly adorning cher......Read the rest...

...Bushels of apples are in tubs and bins all over the place A variety of kinds, yellows, reds, none a disgrace We cut out the bad spots and turn them into pie Fresh applesauce smells make the harves......Read the rest...

...How the Nation of Islam saved my granddaughter from Catrina Bell queen pin gang leader it was a warm day i was suffering from traumatic brain injury raising five children including my granddaug......Read the rest...

... Conversation with my hubby: "Wen what day is it?" "It's Monday" "What time is it ?" "9.30pm" "So is it Monday today or tomorrow?" "Its Monday now. After midnight tonight it will be Tuesda......Read the rest...

...That night, in a strange place I was like a fly Circling a street light Reeling…Reeling! I felt so alone Fear wrenched my throat Couldn’t predict When I would be charred to death I ......Read the rest...

...the crawling trash-eating growlers empty the jettison of 7 days strong limbs and gloved hands heave and haul tip-over the unwanted tangle of unmindful chaos the machine chews loudly ti......Read the rest...

... I see the night crawl in. Covering all the colour with dark. I hear the wind whistle its hymns and see trees dance to the eolian tunes and distant dog barks. The fading light sees the end to so......Read the rest...

... Chirpy birds disturb my deep sleep. Sky pastels reflect in a somber ashen tinge. Sun seems to be lost in a floating mist, cloaking wet slates and chimney smoke. As lamp lights reflect......Read the rest...

...Folks of the suburbs sting thy heart Tongues of mosquitos suck thy soul Stories leak no finish nor start The histamine I can’t control Spreads out from cranium to my toe. All lips kiss thy ch......Read the rest...

...Her new fridge set as a giant gleaming jewel between clean countertop & faithful kitchen cupboards Icemaker amiable crispers bins & shelves cavernous freezer with sensible sliding drawer ......Read the rest...

...First crawl I learnt to crawl in a tie, Banker’s suit and smile on a lucky tot. Learning the secrets of trades and service, I’d make a difference with my skills, And earn some money on the s......Read the rest...

...When eight years old we went to Africa we spent a couple of weeks in Dar-es salaam then we moved to Dodoma for two years It was a magical place for me and my sister we were right on the edge o......Read the rest...

...MEANING Over time the meaning can get lost And few now know what was meant Maybe it is an ancient spell or curse Perhaps it is something even worse In academic circles there is dissent And in......Read the rest...