Short Hoarder Poems
Short Hoarder Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Hoarder by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Hoarder by length and keyword.
Couch Potato
Sofa
loafer
Tummy Rumble
A snack
attack
Soft drink shortage
Soda
hoarder
Dated: 8/19/14
Categories:
hoarder, fun, humor,
Form:
Footle
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
Categories:
hoarder, education, fantasy, funny, imagination, inspirational, life, people,
Form:
Clerihew
rumble bumblebee in flight
little ball of dynamite
winged pollen hoarder
with your sweet nectar
honey soothes my appetite
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on October 27, 2018
Categories:
hoarder, flying, food, insect, work,
Form:
Limerick
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
Categories:
hoarder, memory,
Form:
Limerick
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
Categories:
hoarder, life,
Form:
Free verse
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
Categories:
hoarder, life,
Form:
Limerick
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
Categories:
hoarder, 10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, 6th
Form:
Tanka
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
Categories:
hoarder, life,
Form:
Monorhyme
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
Categories:
hoarder, anxiety, courage, fear, god,
Form:
Haiku
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
Categories:
hoarder, 10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
ABC
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.
Categories:
hoarder, age,
Form:
Rhyme
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!
Categories:
hoarder, women,
Form:
Free verse
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
Categories:
hoarder, angst
Form:
Free verse
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..
Categories:
hoarder, environment, funny,
Form:
Light Verse
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
Categories:
hoarder, abuse, dark, murder,
Form:
Alliteration
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...
Categories:
hoarder, friendship, loss, sad,
Form:
Free verse
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
Categories:
hoarder, me,
Form:
Rhyme
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…
Categories:
hoarder, relationship,
Form:
Rhyme
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?
Categories:
hoarder, 3rd grade, 4th grade, 5th grade, 6th
Form:
Rhyme
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.
Categories:
hoarder, me,
Form:
Free verse
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.
Categories:
hoarder, irony,
Form:
Rhyme
Everybody has secrets they don't want anyone to know
Everyone has a facade that they put on to show
Nobodys life is troublefree only varying degrees
Its so easy to smile for a while and just say cheese
Through veneers its all cheers, mouths deceive, no surprise
We can hide what's inside, so please realize
No one's better than another
Though your disguise fools your brother
When Halloween is over
We will all be uncovered
Categories:
hoarder, character, fantasy, halloween, happiness, humanity, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
Don’t bring me down
With all this shopping around
Piling things up high
Making others wait being a hoarder guy
So very smooth you are
With hand sanitizer by the box so far
Some may never need again to buy
Toilet paper stacked to the sky
So instead of many aluminium foil hats
They will be making paper trains and that
Perhaps the whole world could enter now
That wedding dress competition out of toilet paper to take a bow.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
hoarder, science fiction,
Form:
Ballad
There was a woman named Ene,
Mr. Ferguson she did follow,
She lost all her house,
Much space she's without,
Let's feel for Mrs. Ene Ferguson!
Now this lady named Ene,
Mr. Ferguson she did dream,
Her house hard to clean,
Yelling a maid she not be!
Let's feel for Mrs. Ene Ferguson.
So our woman named Ene,
Ole Mr. Ferguson, a hoarder he be!
Her house is a mess,
To fight she confessed and lost I digress,
Let's all feel sorry for Mrs. Ene Ferguson!
Razorblade © 2012
Categories:
hoarder, people, house, woman, lost, house, lost,
Form:
Limerick
My blessed dearest mother was a hoarder of food,
our cupboards and freezer where over flowing;
this inherited "greed" in me I have subdued,
rest in peace mom- MY battle is still on going !
___________________
June 21, 2022
Poetry/Quatrain/Epigram/My "Inherited" Greed
Copyright Protected, ID 06-1467-014-21
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Greed
sponsor, Margarita Lillico, Judged 06/30/2022
Categories:
hoarder, life,
Form:
Quatrain