Short Hoarder Poems
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Couch Potato
Sofa
loafer
Tummy Rumble
A snack
attack
Soft drink shortage
Soda
hoarder
Dated: 8/19/14
Was a woman known as Fifi
She was stingy and greedy
God changed her heart
Like getting a new car
Donated her hoarding to needy
rumble bumblebee in flight
little ball of dynamite
winged pollen hoarder
with your sweet nectar
honey soothes my appetite
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Daddy Warbucks
All I can Say Is Oh Shucks !
Pennies Nickles Dimes and Quarters
Digging alittle deeper for I know he likes to still hoarder
Entry For Matt Caliri's Contest
Days grow longer, memories grow shorter
How can I become a memory hoarder
It's important to know
To wear clothes in the snow
“Aussi, ne touche pas” your best friend's daughter
What to keep and what to throw?
What if you truly do not know?
Bring it all outside to the day light
You might be spurred to action by the sight
Then again, you might me more like me
Wanting to keep all that you can now see
What's wrong with this picture, my loyal supporters
The days are getting longer but MY days are getting shorter
Still cooking with gas
With a half full glass
Think positive I tell myself, be a happiness hoarder
accumulation
choking the room bitterly
an embarrassment
carefully tromping through it
side-stepping junk gingerly
My pack rack eye-tis
surrounds me untidily
disturbing eyesore
jumping over largest pile
not inviting company
A spacious office was big and bold
Now it is an unused space, painted bold
There is a hut-like cubbyhole with mold
To get in there, your legs have to fold
The air is on high, so this space is cold
Hoarder-messy, it has never sold
two boxes for burning
I don’t even finish going through
this mess has had enough time
to make me feel blue
I cannot imagine being a hoarder
though I have been one for a year or two
If I don’t get this stuff out,
I will be as unruly as you
Keeping us awake
Doing utmost to be safe
Flowers smile outside
Standing in long lines
Panic buying shamelessly
Yes you big hoarder
Calm serene most mild
After all God's child
In His care you walk
March 19, 2020
4:30pm PST
ghastly grimy gruesome greedy gray ghost
happily haunts Henry’s hoarder habitat
igniting icy incredulity
jiggery-pokery jimjams justified
kismet keeping kowtowing kin keen
lighthearted lively long-winded laggard laughs
magnifying mystical malefactor’s mysteriousness
Helen’s hugger-mugger ways caused a hullabaloo
Her hoarder house hardly had room for two
Let’s trick her outside, someone suggested.
But Helen firmly and fiercely protested.
She’s got to go out sometimes said the throng.
But everything was brought in, so the bystanders were wrong.
My mother is a hoarder, the young woman said.
The other woman and I were begging for details.
What does she hoard?
She collects all kinds of stuff – name a collection She has it.
Fingernails?
No.
Eyelashes? No
Squirrel tails?
By now she is looking at me with horror in her face.
I love that!
I collect tins and bags
of coffee, Hector brings
me, for future
barter.
Some unknown calamity,
I will have all the
coffee.
Tins and bags of
gold, a hoard to
protect.
Safe passage, ammo, maybe a
scarf for a loved
one, my mind creates endless
outcomes.
I' m hoping coffee is in
short
supply.
11/16/13
I am not a hoarder, the hoarder said
She was angry, her face was red
Open your house, said the authorities
she did and they found sixteen monkeys
a skull, some bones, a rats nest too
the flowers were as sticky as last week’s glue
What do you think a hoarder is? They asked her.
I don’t know she said, but what is that fur?
Jiggety jig, my ex. is a pig.
It's much worse since I've been gone..
One could clean every day.
He won't put things away and he even
throws trash on his lawn..
When I go there I shutter at his ability to clutter
and wonder what could he pawn..
He's not yet a hoarder but there's
no sense of order.
I just might throw things in his pond..
Everything Hazz All
These Crack-Potty
Flaws...
So Much Damage
To Sort And Repair,
Heart-Broken Mending...
This Is Good Like That?!
Just A Little Fix, This
Isn’t Useless, It Still
Has Entertainment
In It... I Like It
Again, Because
It's Broke.
Fool.
Just Get A New One.
But They Pile Up So Fast!
-Gray Squirrel
10-29-2025
Hoarder holds her hostage, heaps heavy history hysterics.
Her husband, horrific. Harried hugs humiliate. Hops, hits
hags — harmed honeymoon. Hiss harkened hellbound Harris.
Hysterical Helena hinted hate, harbinger hackles heightened, hot.
How? Hagfish homicide? Herbs? Homer helps Helena hack!
12/18/2020
Alliteration Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
I'm a collector
A hoarder
A keeper
Of all sorts
Tangible or not,
Anything stays;
People come
People go,
But they've never
Stayed by me,
I have memories
Gifts and scraps
From years
And years ago,
I'm buried
In everything I have;
Though I have nothing
To show for it,
It's all just stuff
But one thing
Is for sure;
If I could
I'd give it all away;
Just to have kept you...
I deep-sixed toys, games, a bed and a picture book
Our font porch now has a much more organized look
In May I kept hundreds of junk I did not need
Crayolas, pinwheels, and blue petunia seed
Weirdly thinking I might someday need this or that
bent clarinet, torn photo and stuffed bat
knife broken in two, huge bag of red clover
a lesson this hoarder learns over and over
Time.
A precious gift,
Consider what you do.
Are you a give, a taker, a hoarder,
Which avenue to pursue?
Keep it for yourself,
No sharing, none to spare
Be stingy with your time
You are totally unaware.
But one day…
One day you’ll want to share some time
With those who begged for your attention.
Where did they go?
Where are they now?
All gone. Not fine.
No love. Just time…
Being a dragon hoarder is now work at all
I collect tidbits of aluminum foil, rolled and tall
I have boxes and bags full of things from the mall
Items also I have found in a bathroom stall
Being a dragon hoarder is what I do best.
I bring stuff home, and plunk it down in my nest.
I collect wings, feathers, animals, especially little mice.
Who grow up and reproduce, so isn’t that nice?
My bedroom is such a mess
The room of a hoarder
It makes me feel depressed
I am exhausted when I open the door to it
I can barely climb over the stuff and flop on the bed.
I would clean it but I am too tired to get started.
Start with one box, my friends say.
I did that a few years ago.
It did not help much.
Mess creates depression
Depression inspires exhaustion
Exhaustion spells nap.
She might be a hoarder we guessed that day.
When she came gliding by what else could we say?
Attached to her somewhere was a plethora of stuff.
Books, gifts, purses, pouches, satchels all rough.
Her elaborate vest had been constructed from ties.
There must be a seamstress in her life said McDyes.
I bet her house is horrible, said his cousin, Ms. Farr.
I doubt it I told her, she lives in her car.