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Scrap poem, never gonna finish!

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

Categories: scrap(a), angst, deep, depression, evil,
Form: Free verse

Scrap

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'.

Categories: scrap(a), hurt,
Form: Free verse

My Dog Scrap

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

Categories: scrap(a), dog,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Scrap Note

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.

Categories: scrap(a), christian,
Form: Free verse

Scrumptious Scrap

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

Categories: scrap(a), betrayal, lost love, sad
Form: Rhyme

Rusted and Busted- the Scrap Yard

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

Categories: scrap(a), car,
Form: Acrostic

My Scrap Book

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

Categories: scrap(a), fun, happiness, life,
Form: Free verse

Scrap Tavern Road

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

Categories: scrap(a), nature, nice,
Form: Free verse

To a Scrap Book

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

Categories: scrap(a), books, inspiration, internet,
Form: Monorhyme

On Scrap Metal Traders

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

Categories: scrap(a), history,
Form: Free verse

Scrap

Scallop shell of old
First vehicle of Venus
Left to rot on blocks

By Robb A. Kopp

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Categories: scrap(a), lost love, sea
Form: Haiku

Scrap Book

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

Categories: scrap(a), nostalgiaold, old,
Form: Rhyme