Short Junk Poems

Short Junk Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Junk by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Junk by length and keyword.


Space Age Junk

Mind in need of fresh air
I took a walk in the park
Littered in space age junk


Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Contest Name: Traditional Haiku #2
Form: Haiku


Premium Member Junk Mail

My house number was 1233 That's how junk mail found me. So, I changed it to 1234, Now the junk mail goes next door.
Written September 8, 2022

Premium Member At Times My ***** Is Junk

Take a good look I'm definitely no hunk To some though, my happiness is my ***** A positive type dude Negatives tabooed Perfection I is but at times my *****'s junk
Form: Limerick

Premium Member He-Man Junk

Had a crazy dream last night in my bunk Was an amazingly handsome Hollywood Hunk Girls kept hounding me For my bod to see Don't blame them, got some amazing he-man junk
Form: Limerick

Premium Member He-Man Junk

Had a crazy dream last night in my bunk Was an amazingly handsome Hollywood Hunk Girls kept hounding me For my bod to see Don't blame them, got some amazing he-man junk
Form: Limerick


Premium Member He-Man Junk

Had a crazy dream last night in my bunk Was an amazingly handsome Hollywood Hunk Girls kept hounding me For my bod to see Don't blame them, got some amazing he-man junk
Form: Limerick

Premium Member my plethora of junk

I have accumulated a plethora of junk
can’t we get rid of some of this? asked my sweet hunk.
It has overspilled out into the barn and yard now.
irritating our pig, chickens, donkey and cow.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Junk Between the Ears

Still filled with ***** after eighty-one years ***** is defined as junk between the ears Still got it going Confidence overflowing Still miss my mommy, it brings me to tears
fun
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Junk Between the Ears

Still filled with ***** after eighty-three years ***** is defined as junk between the ears Still got it going Confidence overflowing Still, miss my mommy, it brings me to tears
Form: Limerick

Premium Member This Poem Ain't Junk

Drunk, 
in a funk, 
a lowly punk, 
I shrunk
from a skunk.  
It stunk. 
Away I slunk.  
I too stunk...
I thunk.  
I took a dunk
and sunk.
A chunk
or hunk
of B.S. or bunk?
Please debunk.
Form: Monorhyme

Premium Member Space Junk

Space junk poses a threat to us on Earth And to the International Space Station since birth Been fortunate till now Sure don't know how An inevitable disaster that couldn't be worse
Form: Limerick

Her Father's Junk

She piled it up in heaps and mounds
and hurled it all into a skip -
his things were gone, the house was clear.
I saw a trembling bottom lip...
 
written 19th March for Constance's J for Junk contest
© Jack Horne  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Junk

JUNK

              Achievements of life
              turning meaningless - useless
              well preserved in mind.
              Each item is just a  junk.
             Garbage demanding clearance.
Form: Tanka

Premium Member He-Man Junk

Had a crazy dream last night in my bunk Was an amazingly handsome Hollywood Hunk Girls kept hounding me For my bod to see Don't blame them, got some amazing he-man junk © Jack Ellison 2016
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Junk Pile Prompts Babel

For all I know, I know nothing
Who can say when enough is sufficing.

No way to verify what searches reap
To winnow out truths from junk pile heap.

Garbage tower to heaven meant
Like babel feeds bewilderment.
Form: Epigram

Premium Member Junk Food

(Cinquain Syllable Count) 


Cookies cakes
ice creams and pies 
They taste so delicious 
chocolates hard to resist 
Not good! 

(: 


Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 
copyright@2009 


August 1,2009
Form: Cinquain

Junk Mail

Another piece of junk mail came today,
Trying to get into my wallet,
Old man tree died,
Because someone wants to get rich.

They said we were becoming,
A paperless society,
So smart and digital,
Tell that to the tree.

Premium Member My Pack Rat Eye Tis

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
Form: Tanka

Junk

mountain of things we throw
unneeded items stacked in drawers
rotten meat , fermented food
we eat junk and then junk eats us
heaps of trash, that's our treasure 
rusted cars will soon be  a wreckage
Oh! Let's bring new junk, get rid of the old
Form: Verse

Junk Food

As I hunger..
I fill myself up with
Food from past failures.

It's over-indulging.
It's only temporary,
But it is filling.

I could reminisce on thing that are good,
Like love and life.
But then I would not have the satisfaction 
Of my junk food.

Premium Member God Doesnt Make Junk

God doesn’t Make Junk By: Miracle Man 9-8-2019 Never neglect, giving God full measure. Slacking will surely, bring HIM displeasure Don’t be found shirking, for HE knows your heart. God never makes junk, But HE does deal in art.
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Untitled

there was an old man named Ford
who thought history was absurd
he said it was all bunk
then his company produced a junk
and the Edsel historically became the car most abhorred
car
Form: Limerick

Premium Member junk drawer clean up

junk drawer clean-up is scheduled today
tape
ribbons
rubber bands
pencils
pens
rulers
small notebooks
matches
candles
bungee cords
dog collar
flashlight
wrench
pliers
scissors
maple syrup packets
I need all of these things I think
as I shut the drawer.
Form: List

Premium Member Junk

"In life, all we have are our memories. Hold on to the good ones and let the bad ones go." By Poet

Junk for some and treasures for me
Unique finds everywhere I look
Necklaces and earrings I once played with
Kitchen towels grandma lovingly made
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member Junk

When I started throwing some, 
I felt, as though my heart numb;
Weren't they things I got as gifts?
Didn't I save them midst rifts? 

Foods we consider true junk,
Needs, in quantity, get shrunk; 
That the generations come,  
Could feel truly safety-thrum...!


21 March 2022
Form: Jueju

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