Recycle Poems - Poems about Recycle

...Trinkets and treasures, given away Something for nothing, what can I say? Jewelry or gold Some artwork of old A gift for someone on my mind today Shopping, searching, a second hand store Pira......Read the rest...

...I recall an earlier city than this, that smaller metropolis had to be plugged into black handsets for distant listening. Often, I think that his city is a concrete megaphone, one we have made f......Read the rest...

... Journey Journal Page A.I. BEAUTY By Leon Enriquez A compelling form: Art by new means comes In a causal norm As beauty now sums Charm that thus informs A candid road bump Light p......Read the rest...

...Wait a minute, there's a little boy in a airplane his brain has a lot of pain. A man wash with hair with shampoo then he gets a tattoo, a bamboo or a tabbo Wierd tell you to, is nice like ice. ......Read the rest...

...As the present year slides slowly into slumber I shall strive, next year, to things somewhat less dumber Than wearing my galoshes in the summer I shall, in fact, walk barefoot on the beach And ......Read the rest...

... I recognized the name immediately but not the face blurred by age: the man I went to school with as a boy dead at sixty-five. The obituary, noted sparingly: “Died at home after a ......Read the rest...

...Israel, ever the pariah ~ since the days of Jeremiah......Read the rest...

...The windows are boarded up in preparation for the storm A weather event of this intensity is becoming the norm Global warming conitinues to find away to rule the day For the planet to survive we m......Read the rest...

...Darkness, shadows, raining, storming. I liked to pretend I perfectly crafted these bleak, tired ideas. When I was a stupid kid. As if no one has ever drawn a picture in pencil, so that there......Read the rest...

...The world we know is so very strange With all the things we have to change It's not Christmas day is now the holiday You must recycle not throw away Robinson jam has changed the jar Don't us......Read the rest...

...No one will remember all the names of the bodies laying in pools of blood in all those back alleys and side streets burned out warehouses and by-the-hour motels… They don’t talk about them… ......Read the rest...

...They filled me full of milk so white Semi-skinned,fat free and light The supermarket's, a place real cool Full cream,my cousin, made folks drool In and out of the fridge each day Then,crushe......Read the rest...

...Let’s bring back the GOOD OLD DAYS Grab that washboard and some lye soap Hang those wet clothes on a limp rope Chop some wood, build a fire The kids new swing a worn out tire Park that car......Read the rest...

...Dumpster-Diving Deity By Mark D. Stucky Dirty, broken, and forgotten, discarded as worthless junk at garage sales and trash collections, were treasures I have rescued. ......Read the rest...

...Later this month I'll be seventy-three. Thus this gift of longevity. I seldom feel old and am told I don't look it but that one-way ticket, I have pre-booked it. The fear of dying doesn't rattle ......Read the rest...