Dustbins Poems - Poems about Dustbins

...Some say poetry is a dying art Headed toward the dustbins of the latter, Whereas I see it as an arrow flying Towards ideas and thoughts that matter. As photographs and videos At the speed o......

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...Buttered Fields It was early when she was tickled awake as light eased under the eaves to trickle through a sigh of curtains, to whisper across the bedroom floor, to nudgingly nestle beside h......

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...[Non-Fictional Preface: Fictional Old Folks Home/Apparition] "This is the story of two friends, both considered themselves start-up writers, whereas, one who was a bit more of an upstart,......

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..."Robert Frosts', friend, Edward Thomas was an indecisive fellow, until that one day they took the other road Edward wanted, and of course, Robert's piece was not Edward's choice to say th......

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... The days fly by one and the same too busy to pause to earn their own name Unearthly winds sweep moments away into dustbins of perdition painted colorless g......

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...Words in the Wind By Mark D. Stucky Winds carried away the words that Jesus, the Word made flesh, wrote in the dust, while sitting near a trembling woman, who was the ......

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...Neon fingers banish the remnants of the day Dustbins loiter ominously blurry eyed The Night people slide in between Sailor doom bewitched by sorceresses as heckled men face electric spears S......

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...The city, part awake, part asleep, part dark, part lit, strangers all around, repulse me. I trudge tormented, hungry and forlorn, down an unlit cul-de-sac. Black cats mew, Unseen dogs bark, ......

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...Perhaps from my childhood, it had been my burning desire, To glance Nirmal Hriday (Pure Heart) - a home I did admire; At the thought of Kolkotta - Mother's house - my heart did churn, To be with t......

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...I oft wonder how this happens, Flowers whilst sink stones swim at once. The poor beg for a piece of loaf, Piles reach dustbins, breads along buns. Cows starve for a mere blade of grass, Big......

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...Street Battles by Bob Moore © 2019 I remember when I was a kid dustbins were tin, and they had a tin lid it made a great shield, when we went off to war to fight the gangs, in the suburbs next......

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...Now, listen, 2020, you're looking rather tired, you seem well past your sell-by date,so sorry, mate- you're fired. It seems nobody's liked you since January first, you gave them all a headache t......

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...BACKSTREETS In the back streets of my mind, I play again the games of my childhood. Vehicles few and far between, to interrupt our play; Our soccer ball, leather scuffed by tar......

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...words, like wind, sweep away thoughts, of dark cyclones twisting, truth, friction, half-lies and neither, informing or deceit, inane and blowing, mouths moving on removable friends, smiles on ......

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...Achievements not mine Grace to my rescue To ensure fortitude doesn’t decline But continues in every circumstance to give Christine and I the clue To promote humility first and foremost If we’r......

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