Wasteful Poems - Poems about Wasteful

Thank God, for people of order That disciplined, hold in people like myself. We men, who enjoy strange living so… In such outrageous outposts Tempting a varied life… As well as early imprintings so… Weren’t we told to be better than this challenging? Why be vibrating on the edge of chaos so... Seeing few happy women about to help They who in...

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In all my artist wanderings Traveling through these great lands of ours Places visited or lived in, diverse, memorable Many messages I received... As did so many that passed before me Passing through each wilderness Learning new steps to take. ...

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The problem with other men is not their lack of income but the wrong handling of what they just earn, buying things that they don't really need. It leads to severe drought, bankruptcy, and failed dreams....

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I watched as the bee glided in and out of tiny buds collecting their treasure. I stood back in contemplation should I remove this tall proud plant that I considered a weed to be extracted. Garden growing free Appreciation of life Honey for my soul...

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yet it was something else something we never knew we'd hear or understand conceptions with the sorting's conceived thru togetherness her beleifs were that dividing hers from mine would create a togetherness from her need of mine and hers rituals without conception concepts without realism confussed from the lies she alows herself to beleive concepts of being right when she's wrong that her body might remedy from one night, what...

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Why is this world so wasteful and mad Where things are done that are so sad It is time to wake up to these terrible things And make a pact for what righteous brings Secret and stole away in the dark of the night Will usually mean that it is not at all right Go now and make your call for...

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Wander only, to know loyalty Exceptions made, only when suitable Friends preferred, to a claimed "love" An agreement, reliant on incentive. Awaiting completion, to go unnoticed A stair ahead, never looking back Interest lost, through individualism Conversations exhaustive, kisses dutiful. Interactions, emotively devoid Restraint exercised, a week to conquer Erratic moods, an excuse to behold A trapped hand, pushing for release....

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2014 Another Christmas done And it was wonderful But now it’s sad, gone Stomach still is full And the day is bright Complete But something’s wrong Been out for 3 Christmases And I can’t quite Keep my **** together...

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The lighting, it was over-bright a house on a wasteful decay a thief's knife bathed in white moon light The LIGHTING, it was OVER-BRIGHT! bathing now in blood in clear fright of the very thief in gross display The LIGHTING, it was over-bright a...house...on a WASTEFUL....decay...

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Mysteries trapped in false understanding which, Are often the questions that go unanswered in the pursuit of happiness. Only wisdom prevents the downfall of the human spirit. Knowing when something or someone may at any given period of time, May vanish, going undiscovered to the naked eye. The disappearance mires the spirit of the one searching in grime. It...

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Our packaging simply is wrong To hold things in place, safe and strong The plastic hugs tight The cardboard you fight To open the product takes long! And when you are done you will see The thing you had purchased, might be As small as your thumb While you face huge sum Of valueless outer debris! Though this is just one type of waste We could...

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Whistling wind wrestling with withered leaves on the cocoa farm Lifting debris does not pay I plead thee go to our leaders' hearts blow down their stony ramparts...

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Sitting here thinking wasting time is that all I am? holding back my tears like you never held my hand. Being stupid one more time on another not to be mine my tears go unshed words that can't be unsaid Splintered heart that he's tearing apart crying again as I have since then Can't ignore the pain can't hide it's stain it's already to late just can't concentrate On work or study to...

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It all started so well-life that is, under the cloudy rainy skies, under the clear blue skies. The masters had gone-hope bekoned-now we could do it ourselves, so we taught; we, the renaissance generation. But alas, we tried too much, too soon. And before we knew it, the skies had turned crimsom red- red from the blood of...

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C herish Y our T ime, A dolescence Y earned. H ope ...

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