Best Collecting Poems

sea mist collecting

creeps among rocky tide pools…

the sea never sleeps


for what my eyes see contest...

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We broke in two and it amused him that I was still counting...

I could hear the night whisper beyond his ears, the bed we lay ourselves down upon and
passion was considerate when his mind let go....

she was direct and unforgiving and I...

gave.in.


I could listen to...

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Collecting teardrops
of little comfort or warmth
Shadowing the promises
of ribbon shaped clouds
floating silently in harmony
with my heartbeat

My mind drifts softly
The darkness comes
on a sunlit day, reaching with its hand

through this wood framed window
streaked in sadness
but transparent so that I may see
into the fabric of my memories,
desperately...

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The tide weaves and wends
its' way among the pier posts
where I will dig for tiny
shark's teeth and whelks in the sand;
I love making genuine oceanside jewelry.

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I lie on the edge of the tidal pool
trying to find a pretty shell.
The face reflected back at me
is a face I know so well.

You  lie on the other side of the pool
grumbling, as you usually do.
Helping me search for treasures,
a summer pastime for...

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A fleeting passing shadow,
so soft in a dreamscape’s grey,
collects from past’s silhouettes
to sharpen memoirs image
revealed in dreaming glitter,
stark now in memory’s recall,
the past, now present, replays

©Debra Squyres  
   11/07/14

Written for: Silhouette of a Heptagonet
Sponsored by:  Nette Onclaud
Theme:  Silhouette of Night...

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All her pill boxes
understood to be collectibles
neatly arranged on her coffee table
treasured baubles, bits of metal

Varying uniquely in size, in color
each in a replica of someone's dream
rare in their form,
nearly minted in quality
entrancing small fingers and innocent eyes
telling their stories with secret compartments
tendered with nimblest...

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I'm sensitive and I collect damage too easily
I sit here and I write but the words don't come too easily
I collect it from the people who come after me
I'm a collector of hurt feelings and for you it's not plain to see
it's okay, though, i'll...

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The first time I met Mei Is Woe, I felt so badly, I begged our co-workers to give up a sick day in the sick day fund, not realizing they had done that so many times, it would not be an easy collection.

Our selfish co-workers...

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Collecting my dreams from a treasure chest
I hug Snoopy and Troll dolls one last time,
They knew my little secret childhood crime 
So I tagged their backs with hums, sublime
And no one understood  my tight unrest. 

Opening a box, keepsakes fell somehow
Velvet frocks  saw...

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Collecting Words
A first poem by Dr. Karen Lynn Ellefsen

I had been collecting words long before I knew how to read them
To use them
But love them none the less

At one time I collected words like cleaning products
Collected but not used 
Dusty yet not forgotten
Hidden but not...

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Seashells pave the beach
ground grit is the sand
like old clothes in the opportunity shop
   forlorn shells an adornment of remnant remains.
As I walk I cherry-pick
the shells with bright colors
with appealing shapes and patterns
   whole shells, complete with smooth entire edges.
But my...

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She collects dolls,
Babies, she calls them,
Little darlings, children – honey
Like a mother, she touches them,
Piecing together clothing for infants, toddlers –
Girls and boys who might
Tell her she is better than she believes
In her heart, where she can see
The darkness, the doubt, the dreadful
Things that make...

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Under the huge tree of creation 
Sits down the scent of death 
On the round chair of air 
Putting his hands of shadow 
Upon the adjacent table of ether 
Carefully he keeps a keen watch 
On the ripples
Created by the falling sound of leaves 
Like...

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The Little Tykes

The little tykes, 
They’re early trained
To hold onto little bags —
To carry their collected needs,
Or special treats,
Or found symbols of imaginings
To be kept for them alone —
In their name-labeled bags
That decades later they’ll keep
In the cabinets and closets
Of what they’ll call
As their own...

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