Rubbish Poems - Poems about Rubbish

Facilities that claim they recycle spew nothing but rubbish as does yours truly, whose ecological ethos goes out the window into the cold freezing iceland prompting the following balderdash. Upon the advent of an unexpected inspection slated for tomorrow January 24th, 2025 myself and the missus, (the latter bedridden due to feeling physically unwell) scrambled like the dickens (Charles to you) to play merry maid to buckle...

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I can see all pest Piles of flotsam and jetsam Users final rest....

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Wobble chops in 99, was driving cars and doing fine' He'd was in 'top gear' where his sweaters looked drear On a roll, he was always really; ready to talk and stroll Smugness poured out of him, he may be deaf from his own din Also discontent I saw' he changed loyaltys as a revolving door Rover built the...

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San Mateo Rubbish Dump What was it like when the shooting started? What was it really like? How did it sound from where we were stood Way back then now a rubbish dump But then hills valleys trees grass Enemy positions a battle ground Where such killing wounding history How did it sound when the shooting started? San Mateo Landfill atop Shotgun Road Now full...

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Yes , got the writing bug back Can do this in spades all day and night Without even taking a break None of which makes any sense Barely less worth reading or writing down But matter's not as on and on and on I go Though I yes should most probably and definitely stop But then again I am off the clock this...

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The road sweepers Giggled happily While collecting and carrying rubbish With a one wheel cart The construction workers Sweated heavily While collecting and carrying bricks With a one wheel cart As children We played secretly With the one wheel cart Carrying inside a little girl as a bride And the cart rolled and rolled Until it disappeared from our eyes Together with our...

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I see no point in continuing to put pen to paper my words far too weighty to float to the surface to be seen from the depths where I was damned to dwell tossed into the abyss like rubbish toes and thumbs tied together proving my innocence of any malfeasance at the expense of my existence gazing up helplessly at the...

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Advertised as an Estate Sale Which I took to mean Not just yard sale discards. Here are some Of the things you could obtain: Aluminum baking pans Plastic punch bowl Four segments of track from a train set Discolored tea-towels with embroidered edges Christmas themed throw pillow Velvet painting of sailing ships Flimsy dollar-store wall mirror Cheaply framed picture of Jesus A used tire with "free" sign...

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The mower will weed the grass To let the flower plants grow To let the flowers blossom To beautify the garden To give us a better view To please our eyes To give us delights The weeds have to be weeded And so the bad habits of the children Throwing rubbish So that the garden is weed free and rubbish free Maybe...

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The forest fire Is everyone concern Even it is too far away to be seen But the air becomes haze But the surroundings become dusty But the weather becomes dry and hot But the skin becomes sticky And we soon feel thirsty and drowsy And the same will come with Burning rubbish in the open air And the “same” will come with The spreading...

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Buy Rubbish, Trash the planet. Don't buy rubbish, Save the planet. Save money, Save the planet, Waste money, Waste the planet. Share what you have, Save the planet, Don't share what you have, Don't save the planet. Plant a tree, Save the planet, Cut down more than one tree, Risk the planet....

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I can sense the fear, You're trying to hide Under that fake Mask of confidence; You don't have to stay quiet When people tell you to - Even though, you want to speak. You don't have to stay low, To give others A chance to shine. No need of that fake smile of yours, When you want to cry Let the world see, Who you truly are; Stop,saying 'fine'...

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Sand cool and gritty underfoot, Pebbles here and there, The odd shell peeking out, The beach can be a wonderful place, It its treated right. Buried in the sand are hidden dangers, Broken glass, plastics and cigarette butts, Your rubbish you left behind, Dont you care. Needles discarded and buried in the sand, Sand used like a toilet by dogs and humans alike, Dirty nappies thrown...

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Capitalism is rubbish. Socialism is much worse. Fascism with nationalism are so bad, of course. I was looking for nice and positive with "ism" . Went through everything. And found one- Nudism!...

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Gritty shore pops foamy words Sends fantasy back to sea Drifting flotsam overboard Swept casually...

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