Hay the frog was pondering with strife
How would he justify living his life?
Would he be remembered even by his wife?
His heart felt as heavy as a butter knife.
Hay would not hop, croak or sing.
He was stuck on rewind, the poor thing.
Bemoaning his choices, like a ding-a-ling.
His friends rolled their eyes at the Debbie downer king.
Categories:
wastes,
Form: Rhyme
Suburban waste stretches beyond and far away
Languishes under the hot hazy sun
Seasons reap
Memories run
Remembering things better left unseen
Memories reel in the theater on the mind
Things fragmented in frame
Of mental photographs
Faded edges frail
brittle fluttering
Summer rainstorm run the horizons
Lightning lances the rain
Fall is coming, frost is in the eves
Pumpkins gleaming a thrilling sight
Images crystalize by chilly winter nights
Summer comes to burn away the sight
Spring color runs, fades
Autumn rights delays dies
in the passing taillights
Suburban boulevard’s lost
in fog shrouded waste…
Categories:
wastes, adventure, age, allegory, allusion,
Form: Free verse
See the girls on the corner
In tight tanks
And micro minis
Popping gum
Locking eyes
Driving boys wild
See the sunlight
Outline their curls in gold
Memories of youth
In the Suburban wastes
Walking the streets at night
Running with the summer moon
Categories:
wastes, addiction, age, angst, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
Cigarettes to regret
A waste
An addiction
Phone datas so
Categories:
wastes, bereavement, engagement, evil,
Form: Free verse
Quiet reflections
lovely places to be alone
sorrows of the kiss
Categories:
wastes, analogy, devotion, imagination, inspiration,
Form: Haiku
Being in thirst
Out of tastes
Not meaning fast
To part with
All bodies parts
From wastes is fast!
Categories:
wastes, appreciation, religious,
Form: Free verse
School wastes my time
I want to be President
I want power and prestige.
I want to be able to be mean to the handicapped
I want to be able to snatch children from their parents
I want to disregard every law that was ever created as a check or balance
I want my children exempt from those laws too
Wonderful that America’s youth is learning this
Taught by those who advocate the wonderfulness of
Our antiquated voting system – namely the Electoral College
Which insures we will never be a democracy
On Memorial Day especially I weep for the men and women
who died for this country not realizing we are a republic
And even if they had lived long enough to vote,
their vote would not have counted if they lived in the wrong state
or if their state representative decided to vote their way instead of their constituents way.
I am sick of the corruption I see
I did not want either candidate last time
But I certainly did not want the person who made fun of others
More importantly I think everyone’s vote should have an equal chance.
Categories:
wastes, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Political Verse
What Wasted Wastes!
Wasted debates
Wasted dialogues
Wasted breathes
Wasted efforts
Wasted energies
Wasted times
Wasted days
Wasted weeks
Wasted months
Wasted years
Wasted lifetimes
Wasted knowledges
Wasted secrets
Wasted powers
Wasted egos
Wasted loves
Wasted emotions
Wasted existences
Wasted pleasures
Wasted pains
Wasted pleasurable-pains
Wasted gains
Wasted seeds
Wasted ideas
Wasted beliefs
Wasted facts
Wasted fictions
Wasted thoughts
Wasted minds
Wasted actions
Wasted words
Wasted poems
Wasted proses
Wasted poetic-proses
Wasted spoken words
Wasted literatures
Wasted artworks
Wasted philosophies
Wasted books
Wasted injustices
Wasted justices
Wasted priniciples
Wasted ethics
Wasted values
Wasted morals
Wasted proofs
Wasted evidences
Wasted sciences
Wasted religions
Wasted myths
Wasted fairly tales
Wasted fables
Wasted legends
Wasted histories
Wasted everythings
Wasted anythings
Wasted nothings
Wasted waste we are
Or are we not wasted waste?
are we not wasted nothings?
Categories:
wastes, anger, angst, anxiety, cry,
Form: Free verse
this is how i am
my name is sam
i love to eat lam
some time spam
love to unwince
if we're same kind
than we can combind
but don't
WASTES MY TIME
Categories:
wastes, addiction, freedom,
Form: Prose Poetry
its a gift
so be a stiff
and get left behind
DON'T WASTES YOUR
MIND
Categories:
wastes, adventure, education,
Form: Light Verse