Wastepaper Poems - Poems about Wastepaper

...Doctor’s office The fern in the corner is plastic They couldn’t afford silk? There is nothing refreshing about it There is a candy jar The old guy has been up there six times I know because h......

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... Drenched in the downpour of past tense emotions, seeing the future is part of the dream Lost in the middle, the leftover mentions, chasing the wind with a full head of steam W......

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...I evacuate sitting on a throne of waste… till something live emerges – taking inspiration, wherever it comes from… the writer strains filling bowls and wastepaper baskets inspira......

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...The faded afterglow of a life passing through mid-age is also wrapped with an expected pattern of probable uncertainties. The moments that can ignite true spark, are not numerous, neither are those a......

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...Wearisome weatherman Wears watertight wedgies With wide well-worn webbing When wading wherever Warming water washes Wat......

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...Magazines have captured us and taken us hostage. We were easy. Not realizing how fast they multiply. We are up in our knees in them now. They must have litters overnight, maybe in the daytime also......

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...Oh wow. Oh look. Over there. A fish tank is jumping through a hoop. Now that is a sight. How rather remarkable and just how agile. Wish I was young said the ancient log. But all I do is sit here in t......

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...A barrel of oink is a snout snaffling. Order of pig sect of oink. In a pink summersaulting cartwheeling ham chunk. Wee wee weeeee. Rolling. Hilltop. Hollybush road. Rhododendron. Raid bit trade. Road......

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...Pumped Reams of paper sit upon my desk accordioned untidily, dimpled where the cat stood or sat too long. The wastepaper basket was full of crumbled balls, reflecting the topography of the Nepali a......

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...The book lies open discarded notes framing the corner your room so quaint pictures hang askew! You carefully smile avoiding guarding You have learned to guard a wastepaper basket full of nothing......

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...Blank sheet. Empty head. Ideas not forthcoming. Wastepaper bin full ......

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