Waster Poems - Poems about Waster

...Poem writing paper waster. That's my nature. For some, there is more inside life's closed doors, but I'll stay a bore in my habitat of poetry.......

Continue reading...

...If you are into time wasting, Sooner or later you will find yourself flicking, Although in the in the early days of TV there were reasons for stopping, As there were programs that were quite excit......

Continue reading...

...Echoes Of The Heart Did I hear you say you had another busy year and didn’t have time to visit me ….were you too tired….too busy to stop by and say hello as you drove past my house….was the time not......

Continue reading...

...Why is it that people think that they are going to live forever? When a child is born into this world, It’s a precious moment, We are filled with so much happiness and joy, People say that whe......

Continue reading...

...Oh, meaty mothballs! as opposed to mothy meatballs Alternatively - slobbering sloth-balls! instead of sloppy moth-calls Stupid refrigerator! as opposed to dumb incinerator A......

Continue reading...

...History is a loudmouth dunghill hen, Who so hid hind it were left to cavil, He who loves here and now’s a happy man. Past, a flightless bird, primes its wings in vain, A dodo buried under sn......

Continue reading...

...Pretending and false, no one knows them at all, disguising their faults, their views and their thoughts, using fake personalities in untrue realities, talking their way to delusion insanity, ......

Continue reading...

...Resolution To...Too... Tooth... Thou.. (house sand zero, and own nine) Wine hot ja... jes... justa bead devout boo... boos...booze hound 'n frog git (hic cup) bout... new yea ears rez: hill lo......

Continue reading...

...You can't be seen yet some have seen you, You are an enormous, influential feeling. You fear nothing yet you fear hurt. it is said with you world can be conquered, you are a precious gift You are......

Continue reading...

...Here once again he pesters me, steps into my world where I’m set fair, imposed upon by his misfortune, extravagance forced to regret. He always seems to be around, whichever street or square I w......

Continue reading...

...Oga at the top Then you open your mouth Like bullfrog in the muddy pool of your career In the myopia of your great vision You vomited manifesto which we in turn swallow To provide jobs for those......

Continue reading...

...So ya want ta sail, me hearty, and ya set ta see the world. Just sign away ya life, Jack, and stow ya gear forward. There's room enough in foksel for the bloomin' likes of you, we'll put ya rig......

Continue reading...

...The couch potato sits as he did long ago Since video killed the radio star and Hands that do dishes The box in the corner An ever morphing capitalists dream Long since and now It peers at us wi......

Continue reading...

...Gone forever, the used ones Never can it be set aside for future use As food, fuel or money can be Can it be stored like a pea? Like a large swift river Ever flowing forward Neither can be s......

Continue reading...

...I’m like an empty land… Honestly, waiting patiently for sunshine and rain In need of a helping hand Naturally, going nowhere in particular – am I sane? Perhaps, I need time to recover from tim......

Continue reading...