Trash Poems - Poems about Trash

A tsunami of black ash blankets half a world Trash toadstool hoodoos, wastelandic pillage and pollutant mucus ravishes lava villages Draining is the amalgam mass at the end of the spectrum Stone environs shock, unnatural landscapes Polyethylene islands flushing the canvas Carbon contaminant fumes flair in mid drift air Virtually no place on Earth is free of the polymer fog Foaming magma...

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to sew eyes shut, and turn away from the face I see each day a temptation stronger than reason unyielding as the passing seasons my voice is tame, common refrain a quiet whimper, uttered in shame? yet if I form rhyme with which to speak does seeking the truth not set you free? twisting verse into line against the clock's cruel designs an upheaval with...

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Sorrow will wipe away your sacrifice, treasures of the world will unlock and give blind fortune nothing you get will test your patience and your greed but suffer and tears in times of need. Let go, stop the torture it is not about the fortune!! Spear my love and rule my jealousy just because its cheap, but not awake yet somewhere...

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oh generation of garbage collectors toss it out ...buy more he shoots ... he scores paper plates ... plastic faced paper hearts ... what a waste disposable lives ... biodegradable promises ...

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The queen of rubbish raised her man’s ire By not calling the king of trash, sire She just refused His ‘Royal Refuse’ So he raged into a dumpster fire For Dumpster Fire Contest ...

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Gravity makes things go down, to the ground like a funny clown. Missing the trash can, now on the floor plan. Gravity will always be around....

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Trash, garbage, waste, refuse, flotsam, debris… So many terms for what we agree is unneeded, unwanted, eminently disposable From a putrid seed humans hail ...

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I cannot find words to speak, I am full up to my cheek; my chest is swelling with heat and I can hardly breathe, and as the morning drags on I can feel the tension moving in my feet and my muscles suddenly gets stiff and daylight speaks to my longing soul. It is the...

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TRASH You treat me like a trashcan with a touch-top lid Giving me your unwanted garbage Used carcass of hurtful words Empty containers of your so called opinions Balled up paper of your dirty attitudes Smelly tin cans of your hate Your unwanted leftovers of vengeance But I am strong, I can be washed, I have a strong purpose I am doing my part...

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Everyone throws trash/ To the garbage/ How can a person feel/ Like a piece of trash/ When they are always feeling/ Used up and unwanted/ Garbage is beneath us/ To stomp on in life/ People go through life/ Treating us as trash/ Looked down upon/ Garbage thrown in our faces/ Like we are not worth it/ Or anything else in this world/ Which becomes cruel to us/ Feeling like a...

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Wow that was a good one or was it number twelve? Why is it that my inner critic sounds so much like Mark Imortell? That’s the animal mint I’d guess Just a loft in the spirits to put me in a slightly twisted sort of perspective and while I’m on the subject, can we please bring filth back as...

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burning trash in wind causes a stir with neighbor little ambers float...

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Sea Glass From Mother Nature’s Jewel Box She gives us… Hummingbirds with wings aflutter, a symphony for cherry blossoms Sunset, moonrise primordial orbs, magic looms Shooting comets that grace every sky Twinkling stars that wink on ebon nights then wane and vanish in sunlight She reciprocates … Over the sands of time She forms and fashions troves of jewels Refuse, shards of glass litter...

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One of the great things about being an artist is that even if I can’t change the world I still have an unfettered opportunity to express my opinions. To keep from exploding, I made these pieces instead—Alice Deasley Art As Activism I It begins at home or should I say at the grocery store, anywhere food is sold Changes...

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mixed fruit in a can empty tin cans of fresh beef wrapper of old cheese broken hot wheel toys glued together checkerboards mixed in meatloaf...

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