Collect Poems - Poems about Collect

Collective consciousness works well when you need to get together making your fondest dreams come true within your heart, you have stored away so many places you have been wanting to see, the trees, flowers birds to make you fly with excitement. Abide in my admiration collected by the unknown forces of my imaginary mind of fancies and fairies hiding under mushroom...

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My mother is a hoarder, the young woman said. The other woman and I were begging for details. What does she hoard? She collects all kinds of stuff – name a collection She has it. Fingernails? No. Eyelashes? No Squirrel tails? By now she is looking at me with horror in her face. I love that!...

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Harold and his cousin belligerent bossy big idea Bob Formed an insect removal company, Spiders no Prob They had no issues until a call really late this afternoon. Harold was walking toward it when something blocked out the moon. At first he thought it was a statue and was not concerned at all. But then he saw it open its...

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What is Santa doing? The new elf asked the older ones, wonderingly. He is collecting stars for Christmas Eve of course, they said knowingly. What will that do? The new elf asked. His elders chuckled. You’ll see. On Christmas eve the Elves brought out the container of stars – 333. They released them into the night sky, so Santa...

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PEEP DEEP to COLLECT GEMS Gems should sparkle in poems, worth to mention Poetry to touch mind in emotive beauty. Poet to undertake this responsibility. ...

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live each moment, collect joyous memories every day~ transient life ...

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The equivalent of a cosmic flat tire, the star collector overheated again. Should've topped off the subzero heat transmogger back at Stuckey's. Yep we have 'em too.., who doesn't need a Pecan Log Roll, now and then. Two Roadway startruckers snapped up the last Elmer's paste pies., the luckys. Right between filling stations to boot, no triple...

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collections show facets to me assorted pieces hail history recollections kept deep inside where irrational follies hide motley montages, memories my collections, things that please miscellaneous, sorts of stuff put on shelves to gather dust various items mingle mixed up me, I drink from a colorful cup assortments, sterling junk filling my titanic trunk sundry items I stow away reminisce a bygone day distinct diverse similarly same trophies of an...

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M-essages A-re R-eceived I-n A-we L-etting O-ur U-nderstanding C-ollect O-ne N-ice D-enotation A-nd T-hought Topic: Birthday of Maria Lou Condat (February 02) Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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I am a collector of natures splendors Rocks, sand, plants and feathers, Around the world they come together All in one place for me to treasure....

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The singularity of my voice,  Wailing out in this dark, wild, and philistine-infested wilderness Today; Its uniqueness alone amongst several million babbling,  Balbutient tongues, and inked pens and platitude-riddled pages on blinking  Computer monitory screens, The intelligible and the inane,  The incomprehensible and the uncomprehending: The pretenders to literature's throne and the  Imposters of the immortals of poetry, drama, essay and fictive literature,...

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Seasons pass as tendencies fall Tripping over laws that order societal resolve A laughing matter not for the victims assailants never caught Consuming thoughts processed opposite happy holidays Timely reminders of days with doubt of faith Following what remnants of personality are left In remembrance to the passing of a seasons embrace Changing of tides gradual yearly overflow Floating precariously upon the viscous...

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I collect Something when we meet, Knowing that these memories Will fade As so many already have. Sometimes, Fragile Delicate. Others, Stories told And retold. But always questions....

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the eternal board is flashing white letters on dark screen destinations departures arrivals scheduled greens expected reds delayed blues frisking ffor the security of the masses collect your valuables he said we forget though life is the most valuable we forget to collect...

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Twice a month on our tiny little Isle A group of heroes go that extra mile Wearing protective clothing they clean the beach Removing vast amounts of rubbish within their reach Plastic bottles, fast food containers and tins Items tossed away so thoughtlessly – it’s a sin So many marine animals can get tangled in discarded plastic They need our protection, or...

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