Relic Poems - Poems about Relic

..."Marionette of Flesh in a Borrowed Dress" - Daniel Henry Rodgers The hourglass, a skeletal jester, mocks in the tomb's chill, Each falling grain an emaciated ......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 fr......Read the rest...

...Trinkets and treasures, given away Something for nothing, what can I say? Jewelry or gold Some artwork of old A gift for someone on my mind today Shopping, searching, a second hand store Pira......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 reli......Read the rest...

...Your paradigm's a relic, a plea from data's cemetery, While I sculpt luminaries on screens, a sable sea. "Company loyalty," a myth, spun in your reverie, But AI forges kingdoms, in ephemeral memor......Read the rest...

... In Battery Point, two centuries stayed Settlers’ cottage, compact, sandstone stoic Paired attic windows see civility made From grim past pioneering treachery awoke ......Read the rest...

...In the morning light, a milk bottle stands, A relic of bygone days, in my trembling hands. Embossed with nostalgia, a link to the past, From the dairy farm, where memories last. As a little gir......Read the rest...

...The night closes the windows, and The sky has become a crystal house, Shining crystal windows, The Moon Has sketched through them - Through the entire alabaster sanctuary. A single star was sen......Read the rest...

...In the outskirts, where whispers weave through the wind, there stands a farmhouse, its timbers groaning with secrets, a silhouette etched against the horizon’s fading light. Once, it was alive, ......Read the rest...

... It looked like a bleached tongue pulled from a mouth, petrified and incapable now of letting a word slide over its calcified silence. I picked it out of the wet sand and held it in my hand. ......Read the rest...

... I don't know the faces in the old photograph, stored in the attic with other relics of lives long past I don't know their names, or the stories etched on weathered foreheads, and in e......Read the rest...

...Dwell in the river and the monster will eat you While the flakes of snow float over, Forsake the pleasure and erase the relic As your internal mayhem will soon break If you oppose my revelations......Read the rest...

... And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice. There is an invisible strength within us; when it recognizes two opposi......Read the rest...

...Hey you! Yes you Can you see our protest banners? They are inspired by your poor manners You've created an impression with your couture You've shamelessly raided religion and culture Recruiti......Read the rest...

... three feet tall with grey feathers chubby with flightless small wings but fearless from intruders relic bones remain ......Read the rest...