Best Ephemera Poems

She found some mementoes stored in a box
before the new owners came to change the locks.
An assortment of items almost forgotten
now partly hidden under protective cotton.
The items were in her late husband's dresser;
reminders of the days when he tried to impress her.
Some old coins, a...

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You and I 
 Are here and gone 
 In the breath of a lie
 In the space of a song

 Overturned and reversed
 By the force of a spell
 In the lull of a curse
 In the toll of a bell

 Instantly changed
 Sown...

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Tucked away
right at the back
of my husband’s bedside cabinet
lies a brown leather wallet

The money is long gone
but to him it contains
something far more precious ...

My business card
from Radio Lollipop
a charity we were involved with

I turn the dog eared card over
and smile
written in faded blue biro
is...

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Small drops of cold rain gently grace her space
A wet water vain, running down her face

All things have a time when they have to leave,
Some souls start to climb, whilst the left loved grieve,...

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In the corner of a room is a showcase
received from a library rummage sale.
It's being utilized differently than
its original purpose for the public.
It is now very much a family focus.

On top of the case are two pairs of small
shoes originally purchased some 40 years
ago for...

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Rummaging in my attic-
     found in a withered white box;
          one each for the three of them-
my son's and two daughter's births.

Small treasures, hidden for years
     discovered as...

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I like roaming thrift stores
full of worthless things
lost treasures that I can hold
within my hands and mind
capturing a time gone
for a pretty hand painted cup
a collectible or a relic from the past

I love the old dishes
what stories they could tell
I imagine their history
oh, I could...

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There he was – my first boyfriend ever -
leaning against the sports car of a friend who drove him
over to my town to see me before I left for college
even though we had broken up a few years back.

I had met him...

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There’s a box lying somewhere.
Somewhere in a dusty cupboard.
Somewhere behind old paper, older words, and wounds older still.
Somewhere no one can find it.

I think about it, sometimes.

Sometimes, when I breathe.
Sometimes, when I exhale puffs of grey smoke and let those rashes bleed.
Sometimes, when in the...

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“Conversation with my eight year old Granddaughter twenty one years ago.
She is still different and I still have the famed four leaf clover” ~~The Poet~~


It’s got extra Grandma, look at this clover.
It’s the only one, I looked over and over.

This one really did stand right...

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Eco fuels at home are warmly cherished,
obligation calls and duly heeded,
in the past a smokeless coal,
allied to peat briquette the norm,
a less than ideal medley I’d agree,
I have this last briquette in camera folder,
on the day it was eventually disposed of,
an ahh moment if there...

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i was told
last night, by a woman
whose life was passing her by
that the card in my hand
indicated that i was to be reborn

now i sit
with ink from a borrowed pen
that i borrowed from a friend
who also gave me his food
as America was passing us by

and...

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Quote:"True nostalgia is an ephemeral composition of disjointed memories."--
Florence King

In the quiet folds of memory's embrace, 
Where whispers of the past find their place, 
There lies a fragment, ephemeral, yet profound, 
A cherished relic in life's intricate mound. 

Old aerogrammes, yellowed with age's flight,
Postage stamps,...

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In the morning light, a milk bottle stands,
A relic of bygone days, in my trembling hands.
Embossed with nostalgia, a link to the past,
From the dairy farm, where memories last.

As a little girl, I'd wait with glee,
For the sound of the milkman, with bottles three.
Clad in...

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‘In  three  words  I can sum up everything I learnt about life’     

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