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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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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...Read the rest...