Best Trinket Poems

FALLEN TRINKET

Swiveling from her ears, dangling starlight. Smile
like a crescent moon, seared into his eyes.
She’s a Mona Lisa, with no fear of flying, slowly
gliding through his glasses ~ a sparkling, dear dove.
She’s soaring through the rainbow clouds. He hears her 
joyous flapping, tears like sprinkles...

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Trinket
Glass bells
Sweet tinkle plays
Wistful sparkle of joy
Teardrops....

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Meryl's love was fool's gold,
but he didn't want to think it...
He loved *her* till she was very old
surrounded by her trinkets.

She fashioned trinkets all her life
and put her soul into it...
She wasn't the ideal wife,
if he dared but think it.

Meryl's love was not real...
She only...

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Her name was Ella and his name was Tim;
They lived in a little village on the big island's rim.
Each day in the early dawn they went for their swim;
Just little Ella and big brother Tim.

Now their little island was protected by a big barrier reef,
And...

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Doth behind your eyes
Are hidden secrets there be 
What's that I hear 
In your daily sigh 
Something I dare 
Not to compare.

Diligently I write 
Lives, romances 
Their strives, those satires 
Moment of my awakening 
Having been one awards
Of the putrid deeds
Of mankind, oh you
Oxymoronic thing,...

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Her love was just a trinket,
I wanted a pure jewel,
I desired to give her the universe
All she could carry was the moon.

I waited for you in the forest
You claimed you were at the sky,
Yet this was the day I had brought
The wings to wrap on...

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She found it on the side of the road
When she was eight years old
A braclet with silver rainbows
That was overlaid with gold

It wasn't worth much money
But priceless, in her eyes
Nothing more than a trinket
But a treasure she'd always prize

She wore it on special occasions
Like to...

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the clock was taken out of the box and put in a place of honor.
In memory of her cousin the honorable Judge Mc Donner.
He had always loved these trinkets, they had belonged to his mother.
Now that he was gone, they belonged to his youngest brother.

The...

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