Best Collector Poems

I am a hoarder of antiquities,
offering longevity to ephemera.
Obsessed with an insatiable 
urge for accumulation
I fill every available nook 
stacking layer upon layer
of emotional possessions… a
treasure chest of memorabilia!
Then, in wistful, solitary 
moments of isolation,
I shall seek their reassurance.  
Memories: a lifeline to sanity....

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We are all collectors of love that for eternity will feed the soul

     When ONE love has passed from earth it's just a memory that brings days of hurt

     When WE have passed on from earth in...

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The Tear Collector


Tears they fall, sometimes bless-ed
In their burning
Watered reminders of a hearts capacity
To connect emotions
Soft welling they sting
And find their language of wet lashes
Run their courses
As ancient rivers carve their way
Through stone barriers 

Tears collected vanish in vanquished aches
Evaporate to silence
Leaving their mark, their...

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My life is full of sense:
I have a big collection of 
fridge magnets, calendars and hotel slippers

which my friends bring me from
their trips. I have the rare stamp
I found on the street. I have the flippers

I bought off a church sale.
Alas, I can't swim... Luckily,...

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WISH COLLECTOR

To the collector of wishes
I wish you well
Perhaps you’ve lost mine
within your pail

To the collector of wishes
Please recheck
Perhaps its still there
Within its depths

To the collector of wishes
My hopes are slim
Perhaps some new stars
Are much too dim

To the collector of wishes
I’ll wish anew
Perhaps maybe this...

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He was a man of short stature and a little over weight too
A tax collector always wanting more, sort a like me and you
But on that one day when our Lord Jesus had come to town
He tried making his way if even to just see...

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His coffin was lowered deep into the ground,
they sprinkled cold earth, tears fell without sound.
From low in the grave echoed several loud knocks,
seemingly coming from under the box.
The mourners’ eyes widened, they turned tail and fled,
fearing such noise would awaken the dead.

The graveyard fell empty,...

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Take me there,

walk it upstairs,

do it anyways,
ignore the plains,

you've been there before-
within a walk or a gaze,

it's sin to return these ways,

so heed the fault,
build and then praise....

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(N.b- I abhor anyone who kills for beauty and art- just thought I'd let you know in advance x)


Let me look at you-
Aquamarine, ultramarine, powder blue
like paper Angels jinking on thin string
lightning wingbeats make your colours sing
flitting, unconcerned, unbridled joy,
loved you, stalked you since I...

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A half-moon wind caresses naked skin
as a whispered prayer takes flight
Love me well when you dream tonight
Moonlight hosts a symphony opera
with natures orchestral might
Insecta songs they sing , for you
and friends in your care, I in theirs
At these unholy hours
thoughts prove masochistic
Wise counsel naught but...

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fog branch
lawn leave
soil hedge

coil mirror
realm say
hedgehog

butterflies
grass haze
fog branch...

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Toy collector:

He holds the bear gently in his old wrinkled hands as he gazes into its kind beaded eyes. The toy collector sees love lined in its double stitches and his childhood in the busted toys smile.

There stitched in black thread he can hear the...

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The corrosion of caring creeps up at last,
Rust all around your heart
As flakes of red-brown flutter, powdering down,
Filling the scavenger cart
Of ashes and dust from the past.
It rolls away, fickle and fast....

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I just love all the pussies that I meet,
Resting at my doors for me to say hi and greet,
Pussies pussies everywhere I roam and go,
Moving into my personal space and flow.

Do you love the pussies that come your way?
Do they make you feel good every...

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I collect words
as the Reaper collects souls
telling the story
just before it unfolds
distinctly descriptive
played out into scenes
as if the stage lights up
I'm awake in my dreams

I collect data
with the scan of bright eyes
soaking in surroundings
my retinas describe
in the blink of an instant
I stop, as I think
whatever...

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