Junk poems bring the best collection of short and long junk poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great junk rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these junk poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on junk are here for you.
Satellites, rockets, cameras explore the space everyday some come back, others circle on like Tom, Dick and James Kay. Everyone wants to seek a lot, ‘what is there in the core, how can I have a space to share, and
Modern and civilized Get organized March in a path Of numbers and math A new look A diet book Junk food Drinks for the mood A new product A commercial conduct Your supervision Through the television For your well being
The things they eat, The things they don’t Makes us mothers mad Crazy as hell Yelling shouting high pitch Stressful it is sometimes but then What is worth is the fact These little ones will learn As time passes, they
Tears of Man You have the right to remain silent. Do you make the choice or remain violent? Do you evolve and become more civilized? Or do you choose to stay belligerent? You choose to be healthy, like you are
The sky is deep and murky green, The white sun sinking over the horizon, Extended by junk and litter. This is the oxymoronic haven. A carnival of despair Filled with torturous laughter Distorted, slow, hurdy-gurdy whistles, And tinkling, unsettling music-boxes.
Wake up people it’s time to come out of hibernation and into the realization of that beautiful swing which turns winter into spring. It’s time to stop sinning and start winning and step into a new beginning. Time to clean
My broken dreams have taught me that the one my heart gained is lost in the swirling tears of my eyes My success in life has taught me that believing in the ability of self matters more than not believing
It was a fake time, moon will not rise. Words were afloat on junk dna. A stonefaced pseudonym dies point-blank. The surprise, the speed was not on our radar. The ravenous siblings now asleep on walls. Naive or disingenuous. A
You are the girl that make my stars collide. You are my heart’s desire, and also my lovely bride. Your smile moves evil people’s mind, into offering needy civilians a gift of a ride. You sometimes split your emotions into
Your name seems to be carved on the heart since ages, You definitely have captivated every bit of it in cages, It is all yours forever, Oh dear, don’t leave me ever, I write your name sometimes on the shore,
Breaking news: There is rainfall in my mind, bringing all memories of the past down to my feet! My paper boats had reached the far oceans, in my childhood, never to come back. They took away my childhood with them
The Joy of Bing Skits zoid When just a whippersnapper of a little boy Me late mum and octogenarian pop agreed For doctor removal of my adenoid Less to prevent their only son from being coy Than fear of said
I hope it’s not him, The one who keeps drinking gin. As the bell rang, I said, “who’s there?” He barked, “Open the door! I’m here.” My hands started shaking, And my head started aching. But still I managed to
World of danger … as I think.. Think of the deep bluish lake rich in water that seldom quenches the thirst of the masses who can never dream of drinking water to the brim of their mouths for the liquid
You hesitated relented finally arrived! Like the moody monsoon often delayed in the Indian sub-continent. Then spreading delight and succour by a scented presence in a parched land and hearts craving for bountiful rains that wipe away the summer- grime
You are a worthy brainy I am a worthless dummy You are blessed with happiness I am bestowed with sadness You shed tears of happiness I Cry tears of sadness You have risen to the skies to occupy top position
life without literature, is like life without meaning, like a jellyfish with no sting, like a lion that can’t roar, like a frog that can’t leap, like a wolf without instinct, like a snake without venom, like a falcon without
What is it? Why is it? Is it a desire of something wrong, something bad? Is it a desire of something we shouldn’t have. Why do we desire things we shouldn’t have? Who says we shouldn’t have have it? Who
You are a lovely girl, Someone as beautiful as a pearl. Hidden behind that timid, shy and reserved attitude, Is someone so opposite to her solitude. You wait for that one chance, Where you can take your life’s better glance.
She was four and I was six. We held hands and ate pixie stix. The big head little girl whom followed me around the corner. Soon we became friends. We held hands with skin like bricks. I cleansed her hands
A brick window, your name in between the cracks that light doesn’t dare to touch It’s fitting really, that you should be immortalized in secret like the hush of thunder; they hear but do not see you you have your
The native walls were hounding me- out of game. I was playing chess with god. Was stoned to death. A small boy’s arm was crushed. He stole a bread. What was the truism of unheard voices? Groping in green darkness