Garbage Poems - Poems about Garbage

Sometimes, people are missing some dignity here Of being good and unclean is two different thing Have we lost some honor to become dishonor then Can we sometimes be good men than being barbaric Two days ago when I woke up, nice scenario here I saw the scenery of rice field, lush and green Today, I woke up and saw the...

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They dive and circle as if in hypnotic state, Tiny wrens, and ravens, and coal black crows. When trucks dumps their loads, the flurry of fowl contemplate Savory morsels or just household throws. The noise of large tractors, and of sharp shrills and caws, Of wild wings flapping over a landfill, The thrown scraps from a table bring the birds to...

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Garbage Bins I recommend garbage bins outside to be spanked, but ... not publicly. Why? Because they stink! Roaches and blow flies might uphold, defend that action of spanking. ...

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there's a second ocean sprawled like an accident, a spill of plastic guts and chemical veins choking what swims, suffocating the tides that once dreamed of moonlight and salt. we did this. with our coffee cups and straws, our six-pack rings, our shiny wrappers crumpled and forgotten. a monument to convenience, an altar to laziness, floating like the unburied dead on water too poisoned to sweep. somewhere out there, a bird...

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Everyone throws trash/ To the garbage/ How can a person feel/ Like a piece of trash/ When they are always feeling/ Used up and unwanted/ Garbage is beneath us/ To stomp on in life/ People go through life/ Treating us as trash/ Looked down upon/ Garbage thrown in our faces/ Like we are not worth it/ Or anything else in this world/ Which becomes cruel to us/ Feeling like a...

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Puerto Rico has had a long and proud heritage. A comedian said it was a "floating island of garbage". Voiced during a rally for a presidential candidate; this was a comment one can easily hate. That certainly didn't get any laughs from me. Such a remark was a political travesty. This person should keep his mouth in a pucker. That way,...

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the keys stick when I type, the ink smudges on cheap paper, there’s an old man in the corner laughing through his dentures at my words. he knows, I know— it’s all garbage, all of it. writing the same worn-out lines, spinning circles around rent checks that will barely clear. this morning, the phone rang, and I thought it was hope— turned out to be another rejection letter...

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I sit on your garbage can and fiddle with a knob Your back door shakes a bit, I search for a corn cob Smash goes the lid to your aluminum garbage can I am the man, I think now, I am the man! You are in your kitchen, terrified to see that knob Slowly move back and forth; my cousin...

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To all the Garbage Throwers Who see this as a game I just wanted to let you know I thank you just the same Right after I clean up your garbage I see you put it all right back there Even if I put it under a rock to bag later You take it out and...

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IT always falls off, from life tree Whatever is not meant to be Rotten fruits always falls out Branches that don't produce Always cut off, it always falls What's gonna be gonna be Fake love, always falls off Success without firm foundation Will always falls off, just Like a building without, right engineer Old stories, all fall off Old people, places, falls off Patterns, falls off Stagnant energies,...

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Why is it that a garbage bag when full and being “put out” will always lean in exactly the opposite direction to the one you’re aiming for no matter how you position that bag before putting it down intending it to lean away from you it always, always leans towards you you can rotate that pesky bag into a thousand different positions applying microscopic adjustments and...

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This has been a huge mistake All you ever do is take Without the care or concern You left me alone to burn In a fire pit of despair It is all becoming clear Your a user and a cheat Everyday is a repeat OF the awful day before Loving you has been a chore I no longer want to do I am just fed up...

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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 Tuesday." "What time is it tomorrow?" "Time hasn’t started tomorrow. We have nothing planned for tomorrow. Were you thinking we did?" "No, the garbage goes out Monday...

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They usually show up early Today some came an hour Ahead, and its only Tuesday What brought on that enthusiasm in this shower. They could have waited until The storm is over around ten Staying at home and Lying in their warm bed But out in this horrible, terrible Cold, wet weather In those damp, smelly trucks How do they endure it altogether And...

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Rotting eggs, fish, moldy pasta, and meat Mixed with the odor of damp rodent fur. The garbage in bags is lining the street. New York is a city beyond compare. The food that's thrown feeds a population, Not for people, but for rats everywhere. Well-fed and moving are these three million Who run down sidewalks without any care. The mayor has found...

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