Wastes Poems - Poems about Wastes

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....

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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...

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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...

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Cigarettes to regret A waste An addiction Phone datas so...

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Quiet reflections lovely places to be alone sorrows of the kiss...

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Being in thirst Out of tastes Not meaning fast To part with All bodies parts From wastes is fast!...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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its a gift so be a stiff and get left behind DON'T WASTES YOUR MIND...

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What makes a speech out of words, I have just washed the tombs of lords. Oh, what’s my knot? What’s my knot? You can judge the theme not. Words, trickle of the destructed thoughts Shaped in a dim light. No matter what you say, I am right. Denouement, is that what you’re looking for Or the numb world of an alienated whore?! Are you still...

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