Scrap Poems - Poems about Scrap

I hope every minute you think, a flower of guilt blooms. I pray your garden of guilt goes on forever. Your living is a privilege you shouldn't get to have. Does your harm have no boundaries? When you look into a mirror do you cry? Every one of those tears you squeeze out of your eyes are just...

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The solder was pointed the wrong way falling scrap metal through the Scrapyard's chute "Please, be loved," it said, "this automaton has nothing left for itself," resonating equally 'warm'....

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My dog is named Scrap He drank beer on tap Slurped, burped, fell over and napped No fault of my own but I took the rap. The bar tab was forty bucks plus a tip Appetizing jerky tips, and some peach liquors to sip I had no money, my pocket had a rip For a way out, I tried to make...

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Scrap Note (Heb 4:13) Nothing in all creation is hidden from God. Everything is naked and exposed before his eyes; he's the one to whom we are accountable. ...

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Scrumptious Scrap ‘Twas Love I thought in my valor days With air perfumed intoxicating daze... Time stands still in the Valley of Love On passionate peaks where Angels shove Whirlwind wines of saporous sites With poison ivy’s approaching, apatite’s Is it Love?... is it really really true? An enticing elixir or bewitching brew Let me ingest this nectar of the Gods And admirably avert the...

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Thousands of cars, now junk to their owners are dumped Here every vehicle has a story, why they are abandoned Elegant was I, silver rims, stylish lights and painted white Silenced for life, now my rusted body remains on ground Careless driving changed my fate and left me unwanted Red, black and yellow, rust didn't spare...

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In the scrap book of the heart there are special memories galore... And after all, isn't that what a scrap book is for? There are times and dates and memories of things we've done... Some good, some bad but many where we had ton's of fun. We each have a scrap book we'll carry until we die... And with many...

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I can see a pale green farmhouse against the nearly neon vegetation of the cornfields. Soybean sprouts are shooting up here and there. In this place, there is no existentialism or angst questing against our sanity. There is no god or God. Just the cornstalks, the soybean sprouts, and...

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Library ~ daytime, empty, shelves are stacked book for every reason, season, nothing lacks waiting for the internet, it's Oh so-o-o fast and my mind might diminish, with the facts! Speed one ~ and even reading, can't sit back I'm focused on the treason, of life's act, so many foolish faces, filled exact the mind, a precious reason, just reacts! Is thought this...

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They came like locust A clustering crowd clattering leaves And when the cloud into cirrus strads had fade I saw nothing the same as before. Heap upon heap they came Tormenting everything whose structure Or bone or faith is metallic, Tearing down bridges, or train lines Or cables of communication Leaving us to be spectators And non-strategic commentators of greed. It is a strange occupation In...

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Scallop shell of old First vehicle of Venus Left to rot on blocks By Robb A. Kopp All Rights Reserved © MMX...

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O'er the years we've done and seen so much stuff, And since I'm the family's self-appointed history buff, I've collected things in many a tattered old scrap book, Hoping future generations might enjoy taking a nostalgic look! There are programs and photos signed by many an eminent bloke, Recalling pleasant events and memories that such things evoke. Even a yellowing copy...

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