Disposable Poems - Poems about Disposable

oh generation of garbage collectors toss it out ...buy more he shoots ... he scores paper plates ... plastic faced paper hearts ... what a waste disposable lives ... biodegradable promises ...

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Her parents abused her, then threw her away. Sixteen foster homes wouldn't let her stay. No place where she belonged could be found. No home for the girl no one wanted around. Her siblings would eventually disown her too. She never existed as far as they knew. Her friends were all users who would all go. When to them she finally learned...

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I crave that blade that slits my wrist, I’m not afraid of this. To ease the pain this wicked way, leave it be to remain twisted I’m not ok. Devoted to cut was the motive for blood, Disposable Love....

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Disposable Wisdom Each day Annie Lesley opened a can Her eighty-six-year-old hands trembling As she sat with her cat and ate pet food What is wrong with this elder’s rendering? Pride swallowed to remain independent Large, sunken eyes peered from her weathered face Her late spouse a decorated hero Annie’s lifestyle a national disgrace More enlightened cultures all over the world Have revered their seniors...

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The silence of the morning work bells contrasts the roar of modified Black Marias to the old and infirm perilously weakened by the virus it was the sound of the start of the beginning of the end....

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He played his riffs at break neck speeds so he never knew his parts No woman knew his needs so he never sold his heart Some say he sold his sold his soul laid away at Wal-Mart He gets to start again but he doesn't know when to start Speedy watchin t.v. on his radio He's always turning the dial Speedy...

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The world looks empty, no lights on in the windows Just like the window to my heart, Dark and empty. Heartless. A single car drives by, A sleepy driver and half asleep passenger. Reminds me of relationships these days, Everyone getting bored. Tired. A stranger throws his empty coffee cup on the ground, That's how I feel, thrown away and forgotten. Disposable. I try...

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Euphoric embrace, feelings rare exquisite night, hypnotic air. Relinquished will, impulsive dare intimate thoughts, emotions flare. Burning desire, entangled pair scrumptious kisses, bittersweet snare. Passionate vows, dreamers declare forever faithful, lovers swear. Sensual whispers, sweethearts blare spinning magic, memories share. Reality stings, lies prepare truth interprets, wishes compare. Lingering doubts, fuel despair torrential tears, forgotten care. Faltering dreams, bewildered stare disposable love, Cupid's lair. (Monorhyme) 3/12/2017...

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Disposable But Undesirable In the cycle of life, everything has a price… From a cute gargling little baby born to life… To an aged adult all silver haired and wise… Thus for the lucky ones, this is a circle of life…. We weep for the nameless ones who failed to survive… From a cute gargling baby born to life, it survives… As...

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lady likes bundt cake i prefer crustless cheesecake cannot find a fork!...

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“You need a disposable organ Said his glum doctor Guten Morgan ...

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Throw away trash is how you feel. So sorry I let it get this bad. Oil and water can't mix and I agree for fire and gasoline are deadly but... you are not disposable. You take good care of her and still have time left for the rest of us. Thank you. I was trying to be one less name on your long list so I floated around...

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Each day Annie Lesley opened a can Her eighty-six-year-old hands trembling As she sat with her cat and ate pet food What is wrong with this elder’s rendering? Pride swallowed to remain independent Large, sunken eyes peered from her weathered face Her late spouse a decorated hero Annie’s lifestyle a national disgrace More enlightened cultures all over the world Have revered their seniors throughout...

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left out as kids at school live as outcasts the goldern ruel disappeared from the radar into the shadows of hell how i hated the sound of that bell human punchbags thats all we are born to silence and disapointment as disposable heroes we do stay beconed and taunted by kids at play...

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Thinking of you is killing me. I wonder why this had to be? Can't you see I'm on one knee? I want to be your family. I'll search for you from dusk till dawn. Your my queen and I'm your pawn. I'll sing to you the sweetest songs. Trinket of my masters hand. I am not stone I'm just a man. Bury me...

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