Browsing Poems - Poems about Browsing

browsing through emails, and searching for an address, just by accident I come across an old friend's poignant obituary...

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Written: June 21, 2023 Twelve Bar Blues Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori ______________________________________________________________ I sought peace in fleeing a flight in an age of sad plight I sought peace in fleeing a flight in an age of sad plight My goal is unclear but sublime—end of line and time. A fight faced...

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I was browsing in a book shop today And a book on the bargain table took my eye straight away It had lost thirty dollars off the price overnight You see it had become out of date what a delight The title made me laugh out aloud About Australian prime ministers looking back so proud You see I would think...

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In a store that sells antiques, The past is much alive, Including parts that we’d prefer Did somehow not survive. Some creepy dolls and ugly clothes And jewelry I’d not wear Forlornly grace the shelves without Their one-time savoir faire. But other items bring a smile Or memory to bear – A Popeye pin, some Beatles cards And much Fiestaware. Three typewriters with all their...

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There’s no way I’ll buy another book... I’ve enough to fill every nook… But this one looks exciting… The plot seems riveting… It has free shipping… Just stop buying… Just one more… No more… Click!...

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Women can watch the surf roll in For hours at a time it seems Their gaze is locked so far afield Are they looking inside their dreams? Or do they feel ancestral tugs Pulling them into the sea Like seamen hear the Lorelei Choir of Catastrophe? Could it be a lunar cycle Linked to astrology Which helps them feel as one with earth And no need...

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On that laden shelf, perhaps a scratch or two Yet strong and boasting of times gone by A piece of yesterday that we can touch A past gone,but with the present a visible tie I find a certain longing as I putter about To know the stories, secrets that they hold Of men and women whose lives they touched If these pieces...

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