Trash Bin Poems - Poems about Trash Bin

...So much noisy garbage going around: empty words, empty conversations, empty excitement, empty goals, empty objections, empty recommendations, empty decorations without guts. Noise for......

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...Aunt Marge’s Christmas letter sat unopened again. Most of us walked by it, and said “not by the hair of our chinny chin chin” We knew what it would hold Accomplishments of her six awful kids W......

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..."Referencing an old poetic imagism sort of poem I wrote some four years ago--almost to the day---wherein lies a paradox," ... by The Poet. MIRROR, MIRROR I was in a room, there, I sa......

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...Do you know many things understanding not one Portending your weakness pretense on the run The trash bin of knowledge refills left unchecked Pontificate dirges spout off — to in......

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...Look in a mirror and see who you are Left on your skin is one big scar Meant to remind you of the day You tried to put yourself away Showing others of your sins Making you look like ......

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...my sympathies aren’t born of grace like in the way of the benevolent heiress who, ever-so-delicately, extends cupped hands to feed the twittering songbirds perched on her windowsill it comes......

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...I heard a ringing, it must be my phone. So, off I ran, I was home alone. I looked high, I looked low. I even looked in the Freezer below. I looked upstairs and down again. I looked in the ov......

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...I found an old antique bottle at a thrift store, paid fifty cents but it was worth so much more. I assembled my bottle garden with pride and joy, having so much fun with my project like a new toy.......

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...A few months of 'us' was enough, but memory has no expiration date. I do mostly forget who us were way back then. I forget how we slept together did we sometimes snuggle together like pupp......

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... 'Twas the night before Christmas and I Totally forgot to bake a cake, If my children came to know, oh my! What a noisy ruckus they would make! So I went to the kitchen and found Sugar......

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...Sorry appears to be the toughest form of expressions to say genuinely with any exaggeration used as a token poker chips. Is it to ju......

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...My feathers are misted and moistened from the sea spray As I glide above the busy shore on Frenchman’s Bay The sunrise displaying beautiful pinkish and purple hues While the tide is out, no fish a......

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...*Image of Danny folk's Boo by YC. A Black Cat Tale Souvenir One Saturday morning, fourteen-year-old Danny, my neighbor's kid who lives down the road, would come over to do th......

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...The end, or beginning of the strip mall starts at the Subway Subs a set aside frontage overlooked by bushes and idling traffic. Further along, the ephemeral Pop-up Party Shop; when not ‘up’......

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...Was it my fault you lost your diamond earrings? You said so. A dozen hotel mornings, packing again, trying to meet itinerary deadlines tightly coiled, breathless hungover. I might have sc......

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