Ephemera Poems - Poems about Ephemera

Letter of the past, Now a treasured piece, Letter of gone years, Now a keepsake. She wrote it to show her love, She wrote it to tell me how proud she was of me, It had words from the depth of her heart, It had words from the string of her worries. She had just lost her elder sister and was preparing for the...

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There was a buzz in the air My Grandad had bought himself new gloves And get this 'half price!' "How did you do it Grandad?" I asked, quite wide eyed and looking for wisdom "Well, these were in the window. One side is faded, but they function just the same and you can't tell if you wear that...

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Quote:"True nostalgia is an ephemeral composition of disjointed memories."-- Florence King In the quiet folds of memory's embrace, Where whispers of the past find their place, There lies a fragment, ephemeral, yet profound, A cherished relic in life's intricate mound. Old aerogrammes, yellowed with age's flight, Postage stamps, memories in paper light. In their fleeting touch, a nostalgic sight, Ephemeral...

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There’s a box lying somewhere. Somewhere in a dusty cupboard. Somewhere behind old paper, older words, and wounds older still. Somewhere no one can find it. I think about it, sometimes. Sometimes, when I breathe. Sometimes, when I exhale puffs of grey smoke and let those rashes bleed. Sometimes, when in the dead of night, my lashes are wet. Sometimes, when I’m looking...

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A flattened rose mumbles An old cracked button chuckles Tickled by a 2nd place ribbon In the corner a tattered doll weeps Comically consoled by a one-eyed bear Ballet slippers long for a pointed toe A dried corsage sits inside a dusty tiara A leather-bound diploma shouts success A tear stained letter sorrow For joy and sadness are but fleeting moments Imbedded in the soul...

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Eco fuels at home are warmly cherished, obligation calls and duly heeded, in the past a smokeless coal, allied to peat briquette the norm, a less than ideal medley I’d agree, I have this last briquette in camera folder, on the day it was eventually disposed of, an ahh moment if there ever was one, Yet I cling to reminiscence round a warm...

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You’re like a song that I heard when I was a little kid but forgot I knew until I heard it again. - Maggie Stiefvater, Shiver ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Some say love at first sight can’t be. But, in your eyes, I found my life. Dazzling lights, wilder than the sea. With you, there was no grief or strife. At our first touch,...

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The silver orb of the luminous full moon ascended, slithering silent on the satin slope of sapphire sky. Enticing cadence of the dancing sequins sensual pulsated through the aura of the argentine night. Rhapsody rolled on the waltzing waves of cerulean sea, performed in the ballet of floating flakes of the moon. Celestial charisma surged entranced with ethereal elan, flooded me...

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I like roaming thrift stores full of worthless things lost treasures that I can hold within my hands and mind capturing a time gone for a pretty hand painted cup a collectible or a relic from the past I love the old dishes what stories they could tell I imagine their history oh, I could write a poem about old dishes things from times long passed inspire...

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Edit on line 7 There he was – my first boyfriend ever - leaning against the sports car of a friend who drove him over to my town to see me before I left for college even though we had broken up a few years back. I had met him at church camp several years earlier - John, with that cute...

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Tucked away right at the back of my husband’s bedside cabinet lies a brown leather wallet The money is long gone but to him it contains something far more precious ... My business card from Radio Lollipop a charity we were involved with I turn the dog eared card over and smile written in faded blue biro is my old phone number This tiny little card resulted in our first...

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Grasping it like an heirloom. Alone in this room. I saw a whisker. I knew it was from her. Gray, yet somehow bright. A piece of you that you left one night. Trying to clean, to help myself calm. But now I am crying from what is in my palm. I miss when your whiskers poked me. Like needles from a pine tree. A simple...

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Ephemera, a short lived life of cherished times before the strife meandered into detritus with depth enough to bury thus beneath the memories with spite. Photographs torn up by his wife, the shreds did cut him like a knife, and nevermore did he discuss ephemera! Will his life soon be free from rife, will he discern a golden fife to lead him on without a...

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In the corner of a room is a showcase received from a library rummage sale. It's being utilized differently than its original purpose for the public. It is now very much a family focus. On top of the case are two pairs of small shoes originally purchased some 40 years ago for our sons who are now 42 and 46. Three garments hang...

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