Hoarder Poems - Poems about Hoarder

Helen’s hugger-mugger ways caused a hullabaloo Her hoarder house hardly had room for two Let’s trick her outside, someone suggested. But Helen firmly and fiercely protested. She’s got to go out sometimes said the throng. But everything was brought in, so the bystanders were wrong....

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I deep-sixed toys, games, a bed and a picture book Our font porch now has a much more organized look In May I kept hundreds of junk I did not need Crayolas, pinwheels, and blue petunia seed Weirdly thinking I might someday need this or that bent clarinet, torn photo and stuffed bat knife broken in two, huge bag of red...

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What to keep and what to throw? What if you truly do not know? Bring it all outside to the day light You might be spurred to action by the sight Then again, you might me more like me Wanting to keep all that you can now see...

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someone called 911 a neighbor or someone just walking by they told the operator the person who lived there had not been seen in days someone else called telling the operator a foul scent was emitting from the house across the street when an officer got there from what he smelled the situation looked bleak when he tried to get in the front door wouldn't open looking...

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Gum wrapper here, discarded box there Acute cleanliness not in the air Her name was Tag, his name was Jer They were the perfect hoarder pair Floating in the crispy cold winter air Was the stench of a deceased grizzly bear Visitors could not make it to the stair Climbing over a twin bed, sofa and broken chair To others their abode was...

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Jiggety jig, my ex. is a pig. It's much worse since I've been gone.. One could clean every day. He won't put things away and he even throws trash on his lawn.. When I go there I shutter at his ability to clutter and wonder what could he pawn.. He's not yet a hoarder but there's no sense of order. I just might throw...

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She might be a hoarder we guessed that day. When she came gliding by what else could we say? Attached to her somewhere was a plethora of stuff. Books, gifts, purses, pouches, satchels all rough. Her elaborate vest had been constructed from ties. There must be a seamstress in her life said McDyes. I bet her house is horrible, said his...

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To be I’m so unsure my name should be ambiguous I reach for things I can’t see with my oculus I try to grow into who I am Or who I was? Or who I’m supposed to be? I’m not sure if I’m being who I am or growing into who I want to be I see my...

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Afraid that a slip May render me maimed I’ll likely lose grip Of all that I’ve tamed I’ll wind up behind With weights on my shoes Handicapped and blind There’s too much to lose I’ll never get back To being afloat Once knocked off the track I’m doomed to demote I haven’t the strength When I’m overwhelmed To go to the length And be homeward bound I...

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Being a dragon hoarder is now work at all I collect tidbits of aluminum foil, rolled and tall I have boxes and bags full of things from the mall Items also I have found in a bathroom stall Being a dragon hoarder is what I do best. I bring stuff home, and plunk it down in my nest. I collect wings,...

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Lollabelle lived in a hoarder house No one knew She kept her secret for forty six years Her six children had stopped visiting her about fifty years ago She was not the best mother Maybe the worst one They ran from her in their teenage years Only one returned a few years ago She recognized her through the peephole But she did not let her...

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Hoarder holds her hostage, heaps heavy history hysterics. Her husband, horrific. Harried hugs humiliate. Hops, hits hags — harmed honeymoon. Hiss harkened hellbound Harris. Hysterical Helena hinted hate, harbinger hackles heightened, hot. How? Hagfish homicide? Herbs? Homer helps Helena hack! 12/18/2020 Alliteration Contest Sponsor: Eve Roper...

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Our pristine, prissy, upscale dining room was almost never used. And now it can’t be used for eating, for it is slightly junked and abused. Dining room table is so long, it started to almost immediately collect.... So many items, that who has inclination or time to carefully inspect? At first it was just an art project, or a...

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Dorothy is notoriously late Because she wants to make an entrance? Heck no. Relatives lie to her and tell her things start an hour earlier So she will be almost on time, and she still gets there late. Smirking inside to herself. Dorothy is not trying for attention She does not like people even if they are related Maybe especially if they are...

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A hoarder? Me? No way. I have more than one path in almost every room. The dogs can always find their way out. Of course I keep my garbage. Spies would love to have that on the curb. You never know when you are going to need that egg carton, right? You do-gooders can get off my property! It should not...

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