Best Antique Poems

Your love shown like an antique bloodstain on the dress of our decay.
You pushed your hand through 
the over grown garden to crush the final living rose.
Blood seeped from your pores.
We held hands on our last night on earth.
We dance on the graves of loved...

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Get off of our roads!
You're obsolete, an antique
Go back to Nineteen-fifty

You're blocking traffic!
What's that? Ha ha. You said that
-- You're a symbol of gridlock?


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I took my periodic stroll through the local antique store today.
I stumbled over things and stepped 'round clutter to make my way.
I looked for clocks, found none, but saw many things I could do without,
And those are the things that I propose to tell you...

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The small antique shop beckons to me as if calling my name
I hurry to enter with great anticipation
The chime above the door provides an eerie greeting
The store is aglow with articles of times past
I pass from aisle to aisle my eyes darting from relic to...

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A summer Saturday night brings them all out grates shining
spit polished chrome, driven by bald men with pates shining.

Candy apple red antique corvettes with white wall tires
soft topped convertibles from Isadora Duncan's estate shining.

Well preserved women with beehive hair in leather bucket seats
go out for...

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Upon an empty shelf in a place
No one can remember sits a doll in lace
Frilled collar, Elizabethan taste
Blue eyes twinkle on her face

Cherubic lips ready for a kiss,
Dusty blond - of a quality long missed

Alone on a shelf she just sits
Waiting for someone to remember...

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sits in silence
hums old songs
rocking-chair blues...

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It may be dusty, gross or reek;
It’s sure to sell if it’s antique.

For Susan’s Antique contest...

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            And of all the roses there is none more lovely than the antique rose,
nothing compares to the classic old-rose shape, round and with full petals;
      tumbling from a...

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I took my periodic stroll through the local antique store today.
I stumbled over things and stepped 'round clutter to make my way!
I looked for clocks - found none, but saw many things I could do without,
And those are the things that I propose to tell...

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-The old antique mirror
 Hung upon the bedroom wall
 It belong to my Grandma
 A wedding present from an in-law

 A well-loved and treasured gift
 once was shiny and brand new
 Now a reflection of the time past
 A cherished memory of Grandma that I...

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Wall clock was invented,

When Twelve hours a day?...

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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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Oval in shape,
large in size,
filigree edges
framing lives.

Reflecting faces
similar to mine,
different shapes,
costume design.

Thru' the ages
capturing change,
fleeting moments,
coiffure arranged.

Hung in houses,
bought and sold,
sometimes new,
sometimes old.

Left in storage,
forgotten in dust,
family inheritance,
offered in Trust.
           
Reaching maturity,
it's value unique
now that...

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She had once thought of her Grandmother as "antique"
Perhaps  because of all the wrinkles and gray hairs
 But she was a child then, innocent and meek
And time had not yet put wrinkles on her cheek
 But she was much older now and in her...

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