Best Antiques Poems

In a store that sells antiques,
The past is much alive,
Including parts that we’d prefer
Did somehow not survive.

Some creepy dolls and ugly clothes
And jewelry I’d not wear
Forlornly grace the shelves without
Their one-time savoir faire.

But other items bring a smile
Or memory to bear – 
A Popeye pin,...

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Mom has always loved antiques
I have never asked her why
Perhaps it's the connection to the past
Maybe the craftsmanship
The smell of ancient wood
The curves
The fact that they were built to last

She turned a passion into a business
A few small pieces in her living room
A sign on...

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An antique blue vase sits proudly upon my book shelf;
A gift from my aunt who knew how much I loved blue.
We would shop for hours in quaint little shops
and I would see her tired face smiling with delight.
A hand held mirror of wood and old...

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The House is full of stuff my husband saves;
A pair of bentwood rockers, goose-neck armed.
His grandparents sat in these, discordant creaks 
Punctuating arguments. No one sits there now.

There where they are we do not need the chairs
Nor the table with the wobbly center post.
The sewing...

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she used to have skills
at a telephone switchboard
today she is scared
of cell phones and computers
my mom is one sweet antique

writing poems by hand
and reading hard cover books
I know little of
the functions of a smart phone
I’m becoming my mother...

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Thirty eight years has gone by
Songs as old as baby's lullaby
Still the two  leather boxes has survive
When she open with her key... to my surprise!

There... greeting cards, flowers and letters
White papers before... now brown colored
Flowers earlier fresh red... now wilted but preserved
Spotless written words...

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Antiques and Curios

A collection of Antiques and curios,
Covered in dust on a cellar floor.
Things once made for a purpose,
No longer of use anymore.
 
Record Player with wind-up handle,
Once sung out the old Seventy-eights.
A music box with broken spring,
Film scores of the all-time greats.
 
Gas mask,...

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My parents would be horrified if I described them antique
With their laughter lines and wrinkles they really are unique

They are getting old now but are invaluable and precious to me
I dread to think when the day arrives - my parents I will never see

I watch...

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Within halls that all but speak,
Sit elegant objects, very antique;
Treasured and valued bits of past,
Which care and devotion made last.

A museum crowded with sweet memory,
Like of dead, red robin's late beauty!
The glossy mirror gracing the wall,
At ruddy sunset, reflects them all.

A china doll; a royal...

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Romans and Greeks
Sound synonymous to antiques,
Symbols of Renaissance
Old yet fashionable,
Not bygone are the most valuable,

Classical stamps of the aeon,
Singing chronicles of yesteryears,
Resurging and Reawakening past,
Are the antiques!

Precious history coming alive,
Culture visible a priceless scribe,
Massive learning for the present,
Since what are known present today,
Will be memorable...

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Antiques Road Rage

A country joy ride changed in a moment
An ancient old car, (older than me), takes me on 
A simple mission
To work on my English
The words didn’t come to address my anger
So I lifted my fossil like finger….at a gingerly pace….
Out the car window...

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Oh, my, how excited, elated, I would be
to receive sudden financial prosperity.
The true appeal would not be the tangible
but the freedom I have longed to handle.

It is so easy and fun to imagine
the idyllic dream-cottage I would fashion.
If my pen and intent have successful flair,
Perhaps...

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Outside a quaint town in fair Vermont,
by my family’s vacation home,
is a small field with fences and sign,
in the warm month’s it’s a place to go.

They have a flea market on weekends,
rows of tents pitched under mountains green,
for most people it is just old junk,
but...

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I dreamed I was hanging out with Darroll near the train station. We entered a prison cafeteria and ate lunch. Then we looked in a junk store and I found two really cool vintage iron tools which I gave Darroll for his rusty iron tool...

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I’m fascinated by antiques, things of yesterday.
I search in shops of every kind, near and far away.
I gaze into the windows at the priceless treasures there,
a china doll, a wagon, a cuddly teddy bear,
gently worn old toys that some child loved and kept
beside them in...

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