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Scavenging Poems - Poems about Scavenging


Premium Member Scavenging For Treasure
It began when I was a young girl, oh I did not scavenge, in the mud or float in the river but I was known to collect; rocks and shells by the shores of lakes and rivers, and ocean, but, one of my favorite things to do was to go on a scavenge, hunt in the woods, I was...

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Categories: scavenging, nostalgia,
Form: Narrative
No War But Class War
How do you view yourself? Steady gaze that drags you into the puddle. The rains have unleashed what remains underneath the facade of metropolitan dazzle. Puddles black as the pupils that gaze into the sewers, Bodies descend into the horrors Ammonia and methane, lungs that burn and smoke that becomes the breathe of life Lives that await nothing but the...

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Categories: scavenging, anger, angst,
Form: Free verse



Toms Scavenging Hard
Toms scavenging hard An elder, a young Scraps, wraps and boxes In gardens and streets A meal of litter A home is there All clothes are worn Love is alive School-friends hunting Strategy Accomplished Strong technique “Got food?” “Finished?” Hungry Food...

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Categories: scavenging, children, food, sad,
Form: Diminished Hexaverse
Scavenging For Bones
A buzzard dancing in a field, bone in claw clicking, picking further cannot be real, in foaming masks of blood he basks A death of beauty as ether flies, the buzzards watch as spirit denies, a lasting breath right to last, and his appetite grows vast All to survive watching the weak, awaiting their date, death is fleeting but supper is made, magnolia leaves are floating to bay, this conundrum of dreams but who’s to say A Native with the...

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Categories: scavenging, death, fantasydeath, death,
Form: Free verse
Scavenging of Storm and Spirit
Pass upon me thus in silent rain a frequent silver blush in dripping tears silent to ignite, repeat, refrain as washing pools of silent, silver years mounted in the wells and darkest pain a swelling of an aquifer of fears mourning silk to lap and leave it's stain while holding all the thunder in arrears storm of soul and spirit thus to wane upon...

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Categories: scavenging, loss, love, passion, people,
Form: Terza Rima




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