Best Trinket Poems

A born lioness my untamed heart? ha! 
a mouse, this pulsing token ruled by unruly wants
at times given, traded or stolen - sometimes
thrown down on...

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This is for the Contest - 'Titanic - Fare Thee Well' Sponsored by Tom Woody.
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We are graced with a gift and it is to be unwrapped, every morning 
as gentle as the peeling of the light when it falls...

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I attended a large gathering and took some time
to observe the great assortment of shoes stacked on the racks
I saw new shoes, pricey shoes, and...

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To linger in your arms is but a shadow of how you linger in my heart,

for when you depart you steal a small piece of...

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With return to summer tree of berries red -
   he flashes ‘tween the green scene like a trinket;
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Those were my green and salad days, 
a time of innocence and play, where
marbles shone like pearls and 
every trinket was a treasure. 
The world...

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From here to wherever, I'll follow a yard sale sign,
it's a past time endeavor, for my collective state of mind,
I may buy some furniture, or...

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Hardened and solid white
thinly coated in icy tears,
so cold becomes the heart
devoid of love for many years.

No fires kindled in it's chambers
the beat still steady,...

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What loathesome burden wears your weary heart
a trinket on a cold and hoary hand?
And in its dark tide drowns the cheery part
to keep you bound,...

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Even though it hurts to smile,
I can pretend for a little while
That everything is alright

That when I look up at the 
Cinerescent sky and think...

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It could be as small trinket, keepsake on a chain 
It could be a chest of gold coins, smooth shape and plain
It may be a...

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The waters trickling under the
crossing bridge grows ever dormant

And on the one and only discernable
route into this village languishing beneath
there is a old rickety swinging...

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This poem is a re-post from last year for the situation is worsening daily.

ELEPHANT’S GHOST
I am represented as a trinket on a 
Human's wrist.
I was...

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What Matters…
What Matters Most…

… is Real Laughter
Not Lurid Echoes
Not Just To – Gather
But Staying Close
And Less Clatter-Chatter
Less Lies and Boasts
More Sweet Pitter-Patter
On Calm-Home – Coasts

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