Best Scrapbook Poems

Still frames with dead eyed memories.
Magic marker’d promises;
open ended lies
that I can’t seem to forget.
No matter how far I bury this thing
inside my closet. You always find your 
way back, with a smile blooming
like a drunken rose. 
Fingers run to the edge
of our little world’s...

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I drew closer as the angel whispered,
'Come and you shall behold!'
I saw a book with an inlaid cover of precious stones,
And embossed in purest gold.

As he spoke, he turned around,
Placing a crystal key within my grasp,
And all drew silent as the lock sprang open,
And I...

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Stiff paper letters
Purple and lavender shapes
careful hands make words...

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As I peered through a familiar book,
Nostalgia filled my cup.
And although it was one short look,
It already revealed what I once boarded up.

Your smile blinded me,
That soft grin I tried to forget.
The moment I felt lost at sea,
The first time our eyes ever met.

I bumped...

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Was born
To warm

Your heart
Was smart

Head bare
No hair

Small nose
Cute toes

Fat pink
Small stink

Sweetheart
I fart

Loud cry 
Goodbye

Ma Ma
Ba Ba

Want tit
Good bit

I plead
You feed

I puke
Rebuke

Bad smell 
From tail

I poop
Like soup

I pee 
You flee

Breakthrough
I grew

Like storm
Age norm

Kid gloves
True love


3/22/2017

Contest Name:	FABULOUS FUN FOOTLES
Sponsored by: 	JAN ALLISON...

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As the day drifts off to slumber 
I lay awake to relive the day
So many memories in my head
Thoughts echoing good & bad

My mind begins combing through my scrapbook of memories, a picture book filled with some victories & defeats

"Hark! Could that be the voices...

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His eyes were aglow with a white flame,
And it burned away my fears,
His hand in mine, He lifted me,
His breath dried up my tears.

'Come My child, He spoke gently,
All these mysteries shall now be shown!'
And opening the book and turning the page,
I saw a garden...

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My mum and I made many scrapbooks over the years.
To find inspiring and interesting pictures was not hard
And most magazines got past my mothers sense of decorum
And her duty to protect me from scantily clad ladies in my formative years.
My mother continued scrap booking for...

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Sweet,
Caring memories,
resurrecting from the,
amorous pages of my life.
Past seemed so young and exuberant,
Behind my wrinkled face and sunken eyes,
Only your tender love makes my heart beat,
Only your lovely smile keeps me going in life,
Knowing one day, you will be gone from my life.
Sweet caring memories,...

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Today I found a dust-ridden journal
Its pages were tinted with age
The edges rough
From the jagged tears
The writing faded and worn
What is this I thought to myself.
As i flicked through the pages
So gently
Trying so hard to keep the book
As a whole
I paused
My hand froze
Eyes gazed
I was...

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Crowd of entertainment, chapeaux and gowns, of Renoirs,**
not unlike the expansive midnight sky brimming with stars.
Capture of long ago memories, like lightning bugs in jars.
Knee deep, flood high - boxes of snapshots…our memoirs.
Whimsical caricature of a lifetime - chameleon avatars.
Oft’ one changes seasons capriciously, jumping...

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She could have cried
into the ravine of its spine,
distorted light
so sepia seemed greyer, 

but that would have meant
admitting recognition. 

Her dusty yard knees
creeping below the shift
of her fidget,
and that book; 

the one she found smoldering
in the ruins of her mothers leaving,
tucked away behind clothes
she didn’t...

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The emotional pain
From my past
Dissolves at last
In tears that fall
On an old photograph




Inspired by a scrapbook of family history my mother created over the years....

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In the back pocket
in a purse
hidden from view,
always on alert
capturing moments
smiles and fun;
a different kind of autograph
for your favorite star
and you can carry it 
everywhere you are!
years go by
with a click of your 'pix'
easy to carry
second to none
a modern day scrapbook
a modern day cell phone...

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Date.
Birthday.
Remember.
Or to forget.
Life, it's yours to live.
See endless tomorrows.
Reflect upon yesterdays.
Memories made along the way,
live on within a treasured scrapbook.
Each page, a moment in time, bittersweet....

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