Trashed Poems - Poems about Trashed

The fire’s been out for the longest time, there’s nothing left but ashes A pathway scorched, escape route torched —where light now sorely passes (The New Room: March, 2021)...

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Speak thee softly, of my countrymen. Who gave their lives, their blood. To launch this very great and noble land. Neither you nor I, could do that task! America is under siege from within. Ah, indeed, most vociferously from without. I do not understand the poison quills, that wish us dead! Envy, lame propaganda never stops! In endless hatred, one TV channel romps. Whipped to a...

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I remember in my youth Give a hoot, don't pollute And the Indian gentleman Who cried a tear over his trashed land As I view the world today And the way we all behave Tossing trash from out our cars Where in the world do we think we are When all is done and all is said Who's going to clean up...

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Lies in a landfill memories represented With withered flowers that never reached ...

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Hello again Conscious, my dear friend hello again dear mirror, my wake up call hello again myself, it's too early for this but it needs to be said No one will understand my turmoil, decisions, incentives my numbing drive for rebellion against Hollywood except for myself and the music flooding my ears my oblivious mentors I just need someone to hear me...someone...

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Thrown out like yesterday's debris, Broken backwards and upside down, You left me out to watch me suffer, No longer wanting me around. Yesterday's plans turned to today's remorse, And old photo's remind me so clear, I'll never forgive you for your choice, To no longer want me near. Forsaken and forgotten, new until old, Please invite me back for dinner, Uphold my regret and...

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Way up there in the atmosphere, Is where my Golden Eagle lost his fear. It is where I met my new friend... I've always dreamed about flying so free with the eagles. Especially my invariant Golden Eagle. He soar's and attempts and flies to reach to the heaven's, But down here in the magnificent sky, is where he calls...

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Who is my neighbour after all? The one who shares the boundary wall, who lets his cat crap on my grass and parks so badly I can’t pass. Whose curtains twitch from morn till night in making sure that we’re all right. Puts out my bins when I’m away, collects my parcels every day. Good times or bad, through straights and bends; my...

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A Dawn – Come Too Late For we sometimes catch death – unaware in our haste to live life on the edge shout the dead words – who will care if I fail to honor life’s pledge bypass death on my way to the ledge. For they feel not what I feel entrusting my fate to the wind touching a moment surreal reaching to...

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I wanted to write something in which each successive line had one more letter than the one before; it basically wrote itself : I do not wish to see the sky before a bird goes soaring by that I may be at once alive observing him soar, turn & dive no cares, the King of his high domain the earth beneath’s his bejewelled gain free from constraint his barnstorming rush pulls his feathers taut with a...

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YOU TRASHED MY LOVE You taught my heart to hate On missing out on our first date And when I asked, Innocently as a gent’ man does, Walked out on me through that gate. You claimed I wasn’t man enough As if I was man and woman half. Cash and love I had And tenderness, gave through my hands Always there as a helping hand In...

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The ashes have cleared and the rain is washing memories of you I see it now as I gaze across those thoughts I was pierced with the arrows and I hid the blood I wanted your help but I couldn't find words As I glide through the words I found after searching I am back like a tattoo which has...

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Pelted forth, hanging strings of moorland curtains, Endless rains, tart and stinging nettles, Drive the icy pitons, needles of frozen spite, Through the scalp into the mind where it unsettles. God, I hate this land, this patch of grub and blight, And lachrymose faces, grimaced at their bitter sups From cloudy glasses, smeared with last...

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