Recycles Poems | Examples

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cities bubbling with their stories
life playing out with all its drama
characters come and go
behind every curtain falls a hero
at other times a villain

the city recycles bit parts for show biz
in one continuous stage production



AP: 3rd place 2025

Submitted on June 19, 2025 for contest 1391 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND  -  Honorable Mention

The Old Man

He walks the dark alley's, unforeseen roaming 
His life finds worthless circumstances to nature existence 
Belly rumbles hunger, need a dying sleepless thirst 
Once on a path to something before nothing 
Stricken from life the dignity must swallow 

He crumbles in streets, his pain felt deep 
What am I but a man of worldly demise 
That my needs, materials a must feed like food 
To live its happy life, what my purpose being 
Except I am here who is to blame 
My God who leads or price of life I pay 

Struggle of reality wise eyes see truth 
Can not hide among society dragging streets 
Clothes ripped like trees from earth 
My breath, my faith in hope lingers 
I breathe, therefore I am not dead to life 
But a gasp of air that recycles through 

Here today, gone tomorrow's time unknown 
Minutes ticking the wilderness I lay 
No doubt I am more, emptiness void tingles 
I am heart, I am love, I am man 
The old man of life's creation till death 
The forgotten innocent to pocket change 
Beneath your feet I walk the shadows

On a Roundabout

Hang on, You're nearly There!
I'm giddy, spinning around, 
So near, yet so far.
On the slippery spinning
dip of serendipity. 
Making do with the hoodoo of déjà vu.
I've seen that scene before!
On endless recycles
of somewhere when and there.
My prospectus is shod 
with slithery wooden clogs.
Tripping, toppling precipitous, 
edging ever closer to flying 
right off the roundabout 
by the whirling surge.
Whizzing around in circles
on the impending.
Barely holding on
with hands and arms, 
billowing and centrifuging 
in the passing wind.
Reaching outstretched to catch
just what and when,
could be just happening, 
could be just passing on by.

time - echoes

our daily experiences of...
times change-ripples
be...

to observe their recycles...
as echoes of all
the...

patterns existent in all life...
form differences where-in
no...

two time changes can be the...
exact same since
any...

time change be of irrational...
constants transcending
all...
 

stan sand

Reclamation

And so it goes
from cradle to grave
From baby’s wail
to funeral laid

We reason, ponder,
dissent, and cry
As time repeats
and years go by

Sages offer
their grand excuse
In what’s left wanting
to feed the muse

But one thing’s certain
to never change
Death recycles
— the same old game

(The New Room: May, 2024)

Dwarf Star

The universe swallowed my thoughts
In another instant of uncertainty
Truthfulness and doubt together were something
Morphed into a new creation of nothing 
As if my time itself were the black hole
And I, a dwarf star in the infinite sky
Waning in the moment’s loss of control
Where another hope was left to die. 

Shapeless and unseen in darkness
Lost in the infinite, recessive light
A contorted mass of possibilities gone
Like the dim light of a rainy dawn
Ambitions and plans stricken by loss
And I, a fading star in a familiar crowd 
Carrying an even more familiar cross
To be convicted of the sins I’ve avowed. 

Brighter stars illuminate without me
Much like the brilliance I once exuded 
A new creation of barely something I’ll be
With much less to adore in low luminosity 
And as the universe recycles these thoughts
Uncertainty strangely becomes known
In all my doubts, I have become a have not
With my mistakes left with me for which to atone.

Breath

Breath
Life begins not when we exit our mother’s womb, 
not when we are severed from our mother’s body.  
Life begins with a gentle tap from a stranger.  
We gasp, we begin to breath.  And so, life begins with 
our first precious breath.
Breath is Expression
It is the wind on which the voice sails.
The zephyr from where song floats.
A sudden gust that carries our laughter.
The roiling tempest that thunders our fury.
A warm breeze that whispers our passion.
It is the hush that conveys our grief.
Breath is Life
Breath recycles life and refreshes the soul.
Each breath is a new start, a precious gift.
An offer to make each new moment better than the one before.  
Breath is Dying
One day, we will take our last breath.
For some, that last precious breath will be 
a gentle sigh of relief, a slow billow of regret, 
a soft whisper of endearment.
 And then life will end as it began, with a precious breath.
Roger White

The Writer

I evacuate
sitting on a throne
of waste…

till something live
emerges – taking
inspiration, wherever 
it comes from…

the writer strains

filling bowls

and wastepaper baskets

inspiration navigating
internals      and beyond

I am a Literary Proctologist
claiming from recycles

deciphering bottomless spirit scents

NO RETURN

From the moment
You met him
Til the moment 
He left me behind
You wondered

That one is wonky
Wayward, away from the norm
Isolated, uncontrolled
Willful without a cause
A free radical

While you allowed
Joy to swell up and out
I sunk, deeper in the void
Knowing nothing, being no one
Alone without a path

Funny how resurrection
To the system
Set you aflame
With false confidence
And me, still lost

Not this one
Not this time
There is no return
I have seen it
With LIGHT
In here, there is nothing to learn

...where matter collects and recycles

Written by Trudy Schrader on 03-13-2024

Recycled Summer

Florida recycles Summer heat,
a slower version of a hot beat;
Fall’s still smoking;

Leaves crack and dull to brown
skipping the colors of Autumn;
Southern sky’s daunting;

September’s a soft shadow
with hollowed flames to follow;
Serotonin’s falling;

Freckled skin still a bit warm,
season has no time to transform;
Sunburn’s resurfacing.

Nature Recycles

Nature's the beginning and end of life
Consummate wisdom nature recycles
Summer's zenith fecundity is rife
Orbital spin seasonal revival.

Spring and summer glorious renaissance
Freshly beautiful with colours galore
My heart uplifted a joyful response
Magnificent moments to be adored.

Orbital spin brings autumn and winter
Orange rust debris falls littering ground
Recycled autumn, weather turns bitter
We are riding nature's merry-go-round.

Snow softly falling white landscape relished
Deep winter sleep, nature rejuvenates
Spring will arrive buoyantly replenished
All fate does Mother Nature orchestrate.






It's All About Three Q's 
Poetry Contest
How many syllables checked
Theme: Nature
1.  Quatrain 4 line stanzas 
Sponsored 
by: 
Constance La France 
14/07/2022

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Immortality In Memory

No pigeon in my hand cage as wheat eater
It’s far away now except the white feather
Eat; eat but assorting good one for the health
She tells it as the emblem of peace to be wealth
She goes and I go too, she comes back and I too
She flaps and I sweep, she flies and I grow up low
She picks up from the clean pot and I look after all
Queen of quills she offers and I keep behind the doll

Now, it becomes fairy wings with embroidered loom
Now the grain of stagnation dries up in mite’s dome
The cage of words swarm on the memory of thriving
Slowly, timer zone show the end line of everything
In the groove of winds recycles the life and death
Simultaneously the thought is alive is grateful fate

© Mahtab Bangalee
27 January, 2022
Chattogram

Spring Has Sprung

Let’s give God our thanks, spring has sprung from bed.
The frozen rain melts from the dunes of snow.
The dormant seeds grow with petals of red.
The songbirds now sing as their young will grow.

The sunshine greets all as the warm wind blows.
April showers fall, miracles behold.
A fresh new painting, a gift for us shows.
The breath of spring brings life into the fold.

The earth recycles the trees fallen leaves.
Grass will now flourish, thank God for the spring.
A winter ball thrown; the spring now retrieves.
Beauty by God’s hand, for us he does bring.

Inspiration and joy hang in the air.
Take a look around, his love we all share.

3/10/2021
Breath of Spring Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh

Ungodly Control Issues

Have you seen,
or even felt,
an historical coincidence
between monotheism
and patriarchal theism
and competitive ChosenPeople
monoculturing control issues?

Have you heard
resonant compassioned languages
polyculturing herstoric redevelopment,
ego/polytheistic
nondualistic integral multi-regenerational experience
in-between cooperative ecomatriarchal green theists
and competitive multicultural EarthTribe Circles
thrivalist Ecological Interdependent Spirals
co-empowering multigenerational ReCycles
within co-operative
ego/eco-empowering
Left/Right-Economic Winging
singing bicameral
enlightening secular/sacred bipartisan
co-governance

And Win/Win co-investment
in sublimely divinely competitive
yet playful teams
and tribes
and local community opportunities
to avoid win/lose survivalist
patristic devolutionary risks

By embracing win/win thrivalist
ecofeminist revolutionary opportunities
to polyculturally embrace compassion
when we are at high pandemic 
rabid fear and anger frisk.

Renewal

autumn leaves grounded

revealing tree skeletons -
 
nature recycles


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8 Nov 2020
(checked with poetry soup syllable counter)
3rd Place in Any NEW Nature Inspired Haiku Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin

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