Belongings Poems - Poems about Belongings

Belongings gain a sadder fate Then we do, when we die Their owners soul they can’t revive As if they’re always late To catch an eye, that now can’t see To feel the touch, that’s gone Belongings lay aside, forlorn Green leaves on a felled tree Must feel the same, before they fade And wither in the wind Belongings, thrown into the bin Are waiting...

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If I were a Victorian naturalist I would have pinned bugs in their boxed cabinets and tabulated them all, because where I place favored items they must belong there in perpetuity. I once dreamt that The Goddess of Mercy had found a place for me in the temple of Her glowing heart. However, I fidgeted much, shuffling from the right side to the left trying out...

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Up in the rafters over the pool lies a beach ball still inflated after seven long years, with the breath of someone long gone, by the wayside. I wonder what other belongings this person, or maybe I, have left behind to intrigue passers-by. People may wonder from whom, or from whence, they came. These passed-on-by-things left, where sleeping dogs lie, are best not awakened,...

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The last destiny A secret place to go A mysterious journey And a frightening experience indeed For finding out any more And before one go One must leave behind all the belongings Money, properties,knowledge and experiences Hatred and love Friends,family and the loved ones One'll find that one has a lot But all the time one said One has a little One's greed has betrayed oneself Like...

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Stuff, stuff everywhere I'm surrounded by stuff here and there. Stuff, stuff everywhere Hiding in every nook and cranny Stuff, stuff everywhere everywhere I look I see stuff I see books, books everywhere I see guitars, ukuleles and paper everywhere Stuff, stuff everywhere It's so overwhelming. It's time to stop writing this poem and start clean, clean, cleaning and getting, getting, getting...

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Packing My Case. Dragging my case from off the top of the wardrobe, I disturb the spiders, the case lands at my feet with a mighty thud ! its, my time too fly away to warmer places, to visit loved ones and familiar faces. The case is all dusty and needs a scrub, but it's seen some...

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You, my most favorite darling, get my grandfather clock said she. When I am dead. Unapologetic, diabolical laugh. You, sweetie pie, get my off-key piano stated easily. To keep in my tiny efficiency apartment? Is she daft? And you, honey babe, get my jewelry, she prettily pointed out. Indicating her only grandchild who does not like jewels. Grandma was directing...

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Where do I not belong Here Here Here Here Here Here . . . I am...

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It's not without reason that it rained that day. Those winter clouds were paler than my dead grandmother's face. The wet blanket, which the morning air wrapped around my sleepless back, bore no pearls. The ever cribbing qualm that sings the separation of leaving me to love me wrote those broken words in those striped stones, Sutlej gave them to me. "Start again,...

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Watched All of My Belongings Some say of liberalism sure was to smack Which is what I had said in my wisecrack There were also other people who said They think I should have dropped dead. Lacked any ability of being eloquent Even said I sounded like an elephant Budding behavior was unpredictable That ended up becoming despicable. After into strange story I further...

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Shadowed in the silent room, the daylight's nearly gone Dusk climbs in through window glass, with one last ray of sun I start the task, climb on a chair, reach up to shelves so high to mother's boxes neatly stacked, and dust gets in my eyes I take one down, to look inside and sit upon a chair I find...

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