Best Bookmark Poems
From between pages
the forgotten petal falls
Her scent still lingers
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a pressed rose
in between pages
his fading scent
One wonderful trait about being human is the ability to reminisce…
to remember people, places, things and moments
that have happened…that we miss.
Take our house for instance
its floors and walls and ceiling are lined
with a myriad of memories our children left behind.
Floating in the air…they wait…and we would be remiss
If we didn’t stop and catch a few….
If we didn’t reminisce.
It’s like dipping our hand in the water as we float along a stream…
catching handfuls of our memories
times we laughed and loved and dreamed…
Today as we were cleaning out a drawer
we found a bookmark, that had years ago been misplaced
It was yellow…made of felt
with a little smile for a face.
A little yellow bookmark
picked out of the river flow…
A little yellow bookmark
made by tiny hands so long ago…
A little yellow bookmark…spanning a time continuum so vast
A little yellow bookmark…linking our present to our past…
A little yellow bookmark…
reminding us of a moment in time we miss…
marking that moment forever
every time we reminisce.
And there began our oral history.
Removed from text, living and breathing.
Passed back and forth between lips.
I myself a promise, her oath.
The anxious lump that hesitates in the back of the throat.
The inner most of courage exchanged in deep sigh.
Finding it impossible to hold on to my own words.
I hold on to hers, and it is within this freedom am I truly free.
Without confines to anything, other than ourself.
That we find influence from events current and past.
Well dressed in each others lips.
We both fold the page.
In exception to our next breath
a pressed rose
between worn out pages
her fading scent
A heart shaped bookmark
Marked blank page waiting for words
For unknown reasons
Lost in the mist of the night
Found in the pristine morning
A bookmark separates the future
From the part that’s passed.
The pages that it’s stuck between
Remind us what came last.
Each day we live’s a bookmark then;
We know what’s come before
But what comes next may bring us
Brand-new vistas to explore…
Or maybe not. No way to tell
What’s waiting in the wings.
We turn the page, the bookmark moves,
No matter what it brings.
Joseph the Christ figure giraffe bookmark
wooly resents that penultimate comment
and tells me whut
“ALL NEW MATERIAL. CONFORMS”
Of what does he speak? What madness?
“TO TOY SAFETY REGULATIONS”
The turning phrase!
A thousand old Buddhas stand speechless!
my back hurting
i go straight to the bed and lay on my stomach
i escape to a world that i have been so long accustomed to
then out of nowhere, i feel a pair of warm, soft hands begin to massage my back
i turn to look at the face connected to the unusually caring hands
then i remember 'gee wiz, i am not alone anymore'
being the guy that i am, like a silly nilly i ask 'what are you doing'
she smiles, shakes her head, and quietly replies 'i am taking care of my man'
i wise up, say nothing, and just let sistagirl do her thang
sometimes its best just to stop thinking, give the mind a rest, and just thank God....
it is then that my body as a whole is completely at ease
there is indeed a place in my heart
cordoned off for only you
though you left me seeing black,
my love for you remained infinitely intact
as a result, there is no comprehension of a covenant
for no one comes close to the flawless fusion in which you so elegantly possess
knowing this, i intentionally retrace my steps everytime i think of you
it has overtaken every chapter of me, and i bear no regrets
i am proud to be glad that there is no bookmark mighty enough for the collage of memories and their anecdotes
i would dispose of the whole library of my life to be reborn to spend just one more moment with you
it does not even have to be a hint of a minute....just long enough to joyfully savor....
lavender ribbons
from your hair
lay against
the pages
I love to read
so much
and as I turned
the pages
the smell
of your hair
makes me
love the words
even more
as I envision
our last touch.
Such was ours a
bittersweet
journey
which was so
impossible
for me to
disembark
because my darling
for me you were
a romance story
but for you I wasn't
even a bookmark.
peace is needed today
i drive to a quiet place
people are taking a back seat today
i turn on some rare 60s and 70s afrobeat
i need to calm down and recharge
i need the medicinal assistance of a place where i can just breathe and take in
normalcy has me so numb right now
here i am
the robins and the blue jays are singing
the gentle breeze is so refreshing to my soul
the water is flowing in a way like it knew that i was coming
the contentment is so perfect that it completely clears my head
nothing matters and everything stops at my command
i need the medicinal assistance of a place where i can just breathe and take in
life bookmarks are sometimes so very necessary