Repurposed Poems - Poems about Repurposed

...A trunkful of recyclables patiently awaits, (and cries out long day's journey into night, no...not for Eugene O'Neill), but rather being distributed in their respective bins at Wegmans Under t......Read the rest...

...Lost dexterity since fingers tap away at qwerty keyboard... since being a student in grade, junior and high school analogous to geometry proof how lack of use proves quite aware that finger musc......Read the rest...

...Upon the precipice of an abyss I stand able, eager, & ready to jump impossible mission to swallow lump muscles primed analogous to pump prayer for soft landing on mine rump bereft this johnny ......Read the rest...

...Facilities that claim they recycle spew nothing but rubbish as does yours truly, whose ecological ethos goes out the window into the cold freezing iceland prompting the following balderdash. ......Read the rest...

...Why oh why asked Old Lady Spry Do they always die without saying bye? Her husband Kai let out a loud sigh Put eggs on high that he was trying to fry This is a true story, assured my neighbor Vi......Read the rest...

...Spirit and sponsor sane sexagenarian scribe (and his spouse) to a Utopian country He seeks (in tandem with the missus) legal asylum in Canada... New Brunswick, Newfoundland, Nova Scotia, et c......Read the rest...

...Hooray for Captain Spaulding... though he played only a cameo role helping me secure corrective eyewear I sport mucho gratitude to all parties involved including the missus, cuz she needed to ......Read the rest...

... Nothing refreshes me more than standing beneath the misty veil of a waterfall. Like avatar of baby's breath and droplet of anti-death. Phoenix burst of peppermint- spurt, soft chew s......Read the rest...

...Pain comes back to reposition you It can return to steer you in the right direction It alters your course and At times, it forces you to rethink your situation Repurposed pain It is here to re......Read the rest...

...I have to become something It will iron out my faults Like a shirt with too many creases that still needs to be worn I’m a bed sheet with too many stains and too many folds from restless nights ......Read the rest...

...I asked my Sacred Arts and Science professor why seminars work and play better in feminist circles than claustrophobic minion lines of lectured from teacher's desk above S/he sings in rings ......Read the rest...

...The remnants of August 2024 Hurricane Debbie Like a humane huntress, she (the anthropomorphized storm) brought a spate of cool Autumn like temperatures and gentle soothing rain here within my ......Read the rest...

... About 10 miles removed from chaos and asphalt we visited a ghost town. It had decayed somewhat into a tourist trap. Half the buildings were repurposed or refurbished only a few looked like orig......Read the rest...

...On being emotionally bankrupt Sentient beings distraught psyche rent asunder courtesy false accusations heated words exchanged like gunfire pox upon the house of Deborah Hunter, a vicious vin......Read the rest...

...Growing my hair down below my knees... stimulated courtesy follicles, where Coconut, Olive, Grapeseed, Jojoba, Amla and Vitamin E oils allowed, enabled, and provided head start germinating pe......Read the rest...