Antique Poems - Poems about Antique

Written: April 1st, 2025 for contest sponsored by Brian Strand ******************** esoteric lines are etched with antique ink as wise men dither to think euphoria blazes  as fresh perspectives bear flight If wisdom tracks the dimming light a solitary ember remains:  the elixir of life. Unbreakable, this soul and I — like a...

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“Punctuation all by itself is useless,” a ‘Comma-rabi’ Code...

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I took a long walk to the park While holding my book and pen in both hands Upon arriving, I looked all around And noticed a brown bench that looks extremely antique I sat down quietly staring at a blank page Just trying to form words together in my mind So I could create a perfect first chapter Ten minutes later I still...

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blue dresden china pitcher from a garage sale mom figured it out...

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For some, broken sink is an antique! It appears to them very unique!! It's a dangerous disease, Can’t cure it with guarantees! Thriftiness is observed at its peak!! ...

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Antique lace plastic face so unnatural trying to laugh whilst in a difficult place you cant change me in something im not wild dancing on the green vetch secure in remoteness as the world rises and falls chilled as a crystal belfry of a glazen star ...

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Cresento Canta ...

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The curiosity shoppe Was the place to stop, For something unique ... A rare antique With floors that creak A treasure in itself, Amongst the keepsakes Lining each and every shelf Under layers of dust Upon layers of rust, Hoping to snare ... A buyer's stare Leather-bound books stand With their titles erect, Rifled through by many a hand Now showing signs of neglect A belted steamer trunk From...

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I meditate and envision on the purpose of the life that I want It can't just be to be born - then later die alone, old, delusional, and gaunt I want to really delve into the nooks and corners of who I passionately wanna be I know I can be virtually anything if I set myself free and...

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I’ve hated myself and gated my true self/ Tired I waited for health basics to shelve/ Take care of yourself during young ages to delve Shake bare sore urges yearning numb phases to evolve/ Intake of a rare lore emerges / In wake of we’re to lure resurgence / I think not as they’ll plea what they have to plead to...

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antique dog stands panting sad...

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A gain in age A loss in life span A gain in age A loss in health A gain in age A loss in value Unless he has invaluable contribution Like Abraham Lincoln the president Like Albert Eistein the scientist Like Confucius the philosopher Or else he will be gradually forgotten Retreating from this world Unlike an antique Which time gives it value Who...

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I watched as she dusted and sneezed; 'It's worthless, I'm certain,' she wheezed. I thought I'd be rich - oh, life is a b.tch! (My desk got a clean, so I'm pleased...) written 26th April for Joseph's contest - about Anita Manning from The Antique Roadshow...

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Antique village Houses around me are emptying the old, reaching the age of dying. A timeworn man went missing on Monday, was found miles away, the local constabulary drove him back home. He had tried to flee, didn’t to where he had no money. Behind closed doors in dark rooms, he tries to stave off the fated. Sunlight unbearable reminds...

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At the antique store, not so smart to ask... " what is new " ?...

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