Garbage Heap Poems - Poems about Garbage Heap

...If I should breathe the last breath would you come and choke me to death? If I should climb to the top of the tree would you come and rescue me? My bones and muscles are speaking to me and courage is......

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...an old piano child size lays in the garbage heap its body broken its innards hanging out on the frame like the ribs of a skeleton broken into pieces its ivory keys are separated and cover ......

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...I stand here in my innocence Not knowing what is planned in heaven The skies are grey the wind is still and The heavy sound system is blasting on the hill I could not tell what it was all about ......

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...Knowing Him has made my life a little brighter. My burdens seem a wee bit lighter. No longer am I torn by insignificant words; They belong on the garbage heap. My heart's soaring like the bi......

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...The afternoon dances before and night sky Threadbare shoes dangling on their tired feet Torn up clothes bulging underneath the deep Dirty clothes sticking to their slender backs And a strange odo......

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...I woke up this morning with courage over my back and wisdom in my hat I was determined to put an end to the sneaky kangaroo rats No one had done me anything but I was reeling from within I was car......

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...I have been used to living alone for so long I am determined and easy going but headstrong This morning was rather strange because I was on the train I woke up with people gallivanting around me i......

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...E mu Numba E mu Numba Pick your number Right in your dream Or from the whispers Of the mad woman who lives Sane by the garbage heap. E mu numba The young and old Whose riches have be......

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...Mama taught me to wash my hair Every Saturday with no delay To unbraid it and let in air So that lice may not build a lair On my head to birth and play. “What is lice,” I asked mama near the ......

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...A nearly full bag of fries in a trash bin is a little tempting to one not having eaten all day! Somewhere is a single mom scrubbing floors so her kids can eat a PB sandwich smeared with a little......

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...ANOTHER DAY OF FLEEING LIFE Jaundiced eyes peered from skeletal sockets reflecting the daily fear: Not of inevitable death; but the agony of life another day. The permanent stoop of the ......

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...Death In the Cesspool Forget the dead, there faces never smile, nor do they fret about life's uphill climb, but if one must, 'tis good to cry a while, remembering they've died from age or crime. ......

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...When Tyrants Tremble when tyrants tremble at the fury of those who tremble no more their veneer of stability seems rotten to the core when the trembling ones shake off their long-hushed fear the ......

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...OH MY GOD I HATE YOUR GOD I cannot hold back the flood of tears and it's been that way for years kids tossed away in a garbage heap and not even buried the traditional six feet deep raped, def......

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...A FACT I WISH WERE FICTION Together as a team they finally found the thirteen year old young lady at last The insanity of uncertainty was permanently part of the past Little Miss Lost was discovered......

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