Souvenirs Poems - Poems about Souvenirs

I laud precious memories when cold nights prevail. Those that fan love's flames against Winter winds for in those images my lonely heart beats again, if only an interlude where grief holds no reign. But mourns my heart when they are bittersweet. Each one a dagger plunged too deep. They cannot be banished or cast aside, for with each attack my wounds...

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As I watch the waves crash and unfold gems in neon blue dust across ivory shores silky reflections scatter upon moon glazed tides in cadence and flaming twin stars whirl in circles sprinkling magic upon Poseidon’s realm There's a turquoise song for the healing hearts ruffling as lyrical melodies along idyllic crests of hope where memories float in a bottle of souvenirs ferrying sapphire swells of daydreams that ebb...

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The best dreams occur when the eyes are open When some miracles or a few good things happen At a time, when life is supposed to be monotonous Then suddenly out of nowhere, you reencountered An old friend who brought back forgotten precious Souvenirs and times gone by that we both revered. Dreaming while awake does not happen too often When a...

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In the edifice of memory, we slowly blend... a citrus scent of tangy orange peels with freshness sniff of cinnamon cakes. an ephemeric smell of wet shampooed hair with a spritz of cologne ruminating the spray. an evening brew of chamomile soothed tea burbling in resonance with expreso sunrise. a whiff of sandal lingering in bath towel with an ambrosial...

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There's a beach ball stuck in the rafters of the pool, Its position unchanged for the 7 years I've been coming here, It contains air from the lungs of an unknown person, an essence that rests here, though he left,...

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He consulted a warlock, a wizard, a priest and a witch. The witch finally asked “did you pick up something you shouldn’t have?” He thought about this and remembered. He had collected seashells, sticks, rocks, and soil from a national park. "Kind of", he admitted. “From Volcano National Park?” the witch asked him. He nodded yes. “You have to send it all...

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I wish to view an Oct sunrise in my hometown. Riding a train to class and eating bread brown. I miss wearing boots in my charming homeland. Jackets and hats close to the September end. Home ought to be recalled with love and pride. Akin street tag and rendezvous by the creekside. My hometown has bleak fame for being notorious. Despite adversity,...

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Inklings of Love Love is a never ending daisy chain Lovely as damselfly sparkling with dew Joyful as rainbows in sky after rain. Cherish that you have a treasure so true Celebrate that her love glitters and glows Lovely as damselfly sparkling with dew. In fragrance of daisies where'er she goes Enlighten her she's your favoured flora Celebrate that her love...

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four pebbles ... from brighton shore - the souvenirs in pandemic -- Souvenirs of Silence, Soman Gouda...

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Woman, you were so pretty. You were so beautiful You were so enlightened, so verdant and full of life You were so kind. You were so wonderful You were so tender and distant from the caterpillars. Oh! Woman, I remember, I recall your smile So radiant, so extraordinary and so phenomenal Oh! Oh! Souvenirs, memories of yesterday's hours That leave the heart...

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Silver candlesticks and other thingamabobs Of questionable use in these modern times, And riffraff scattered throughout in gobs Most are reminiscent of long-ago pastimes Of younger years spent happily gallivanting Around the globe in search of new ventures Now I spend entirely too much time, daunting, Searching for my eyeglasses or my dentures And trying to figure out how to dispose of The knickknacks...

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boxful of Scotland souvenirs at a car boot sale a life’s possessions in thirty or so boxes from the back of a white Transit knick-knacks from Scotland a wee man with ginger hair tam o’shanter and a corkscrew a picture of Ben Nevis with all the red vibrancy sucked out of it by years of rising suns through flat windows a toilet roll holder from Edinburgh cartoon spider and...

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White Clawing its way out of your eyes, Fear, Leaving behind only sour Bitter bleak brilliant Memories Of what you used to be. Not a person, A body Sustained by the past It being your electricity. A voice slithering in your mind Narrating your days With things from before Throwing your souvenirs at you As you plead Beg Hope it will stop. Carmine nails clutching At the place where your heart should be Bent over The...

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Memories raining, intermittent rain drip ouch immerse in dolour ......

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creased old love letters many times read in silence- gushed a stream of tears November 18, 2020...

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