Junkyard Poems - Poems about Junkyard

I'm just a junkyard dog. Old scars tell my story. I'm left water and scraps. Alone in the dark I sleep and dream of a better life and love with es I smell beyond fences. Love is just out of reach....

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My favorite junkyard is in Chariton, Iowa. A rusty old tow truck at the top of the hill Painted to look exactly like Mater in the Cartoon. When I approach the junkyard, I do with anticipation And there he is. Sitting on the hill with his big eyed cartoon smile, same goofy teeth. It makes the rest of the junkyard...

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My Favorite Junkyard was owned by Fred G. Sanford The G stood for Good Times He was full of surprise with humorous delight As a kid I would visit his junkyard every night If he wasn’t filling me with laughter, he was filling me with cheer Oh, how I wish that Fred G was still here He ran the junkyard with...

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I throw it out then bring it back A somewhat hoarder, I have that knack I keep in mind the things I love Then store them back within my hub A sound of music a touch of scent Allows nostalgia a place to vent A memory made or thought perhaps lost A junkyard backpack on my forward path When on the surface I...

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Grammie’s Basement A quiet place of rest covered with the dust of decades Where wicker chairs of discarded summer days Sit with tangled strings of Christmas lights on their laps Alongside ornaments of glass so thin a whisper shatters shining globes; Bowler hats and boxes of stray buttons among the useless collar stays Seek reunion with blouses out of fashion and...

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MY FAVORITE JUNKYARD Twin Junkyards my favorite decaying drastic. ...

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The mobile mind indomitable the rider of life waves with curled crests of fractured moonbeam and dark agony troughs of drowned stars spread breaking on the shore of the past. The crushed sands carve seaward footprints the weathering antique contours of decay time arrow points to topography beyond the shore away from the eroded wasteland abandoned where landfill devours the unusurped hopes. The weed-webbed terrain...

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through lean years in this thing called life i’ve tended to my garden erected walls with what i could made a shelter called it mine i filled each corner in convoluted ways with memories and fantasies along the way weeds got the best of me my garden looks more like a junkyard a roadmap of regrets discarded scruffy trails of abandoned rejects milestone remnants of betrayals sometimes...

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Stained yellow teeth, decades of mistreatments; Tattered worn hair, mustered stare... Worn torn shoes just vagabond, dementia rusted mind; Seems he's been here before, open spaces relics; My yard is filled with junk; What's up-- Rusted rattled metal, such a waste dried up sores, rusted; Out of date ragged clothes, ON THE FENCE Decades of mistreatments, homeless surrounded by substance; His environment anywhere,...

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The Junkyard of My Mind? the junkyard of my mind is full of images places that I used to belong now they flash before me like lost scenes in time how can something lovely feel so wrong the junkyard called my heart is full of feelings stuff I used to know somewhere in time that rises up and tries to choke me demanding from my spirit to be heard...

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Rusty old sins burden my soul Sending me broken parts, Pieces of my most sinful thoughts Lies, betrayals, grudges and hatred So many moments of livid rage Gripping the words of anger that Passed my lips and colored another’s Heart with wrath so furious it slashes There are desperations that grip me Confine my heart with despair and fear Anxiety that nurses my old...

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Years ago with a 74 ford Loaded with trash Three boys in front raring to go A trip the four of us loved Back in the day people would put aside the good One year we found a new model plane A row of dimes and a box filled with diamonds Estimated at 20,000 It seems as the story goes Grandma died and they...

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A collaboration with Kim van Breda - honored Kim I've tossed some dreams into corners where they sit rusting - dissected spare thoughts for a restomod old body smartly attired with polished imperfections swum life's streams through currents undulating promises the color of sandstone desert miles, turreted rhododendrons, watered slips off the extreme thrown mortified moments over the fence where sophistication hid ,then disguised what still...

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Junkyard cat escaping every human climbing over Plymouths and Dodges, Hiding in rusty jalopies that used to carry Grandpas to potential grandma’s for courting. Junkyard cat slinking in and out Hoping an old woman will take pity and leave food She rarely does Thinking that might Curb your mousing...

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Bygone youth carelessly spent Damaged goods years of torment Guiltless heart cruelly scarred Abandoned in junkyard charred Spent days wasted nights crying Torment focused on dying Scarred and marred deep to the bone Charred wishes on a moonstone Submitted on March 9, 2019 to contest JUEJU-QUIJUE WITH A TWIST sponsored by CHARLES MESSINA - RANKED 1ST...

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