Collecting Poems - Poems about Collecting

Saqi I yearn To pluck these stars Out of their distant stupor To hurl them And watch them explode In the immeasurable Distance I yearn To thunder My intentions to rip down mountainous curtains I yearn To make Curvaceous inroads And watch the Majestic peaks Bend to kiss the valleys I yearn To stride across Universes and dimensions And bend destiny To merge My reality in your presence Saqi I warn you Tonight I am...

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Collecting all manner of things, From battered old derbies to rings, He still couldn’t find, It stayed on his mind, A three-legged scarecrow that sings. ...

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i thought being alone would feel like air— light and open but it is heavy here walls pressing in rooms filled with everything i’ve lost silence settles like dust covering pieces of me i am afraid to lose i watched you vanish into air as if you were never here and now i am scared of becoming something forgotten on an empty shelf but even here with dust piling up i will clear the space and find what...

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the city's sick scar, fuels my descent, into this abyss, where twisted creatures writhe, in the darkness. cyclops with one eye, on the ball, three-headed puppies, sealed behind glass, strippers selling tickets to the apocalypse. a demon, a door-to-door salesman, asks for my dough, my scratch, my entire lunch budget, think i’m some golem, bred...

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drop me there, he said because he loves orange and he has not seen it since he left Urch19 I feel like I am home, he told the device the ship lowered him into the field he dutifully beamed a spray up to show he had landed safely there was laughter in the distance he followed the sounds discovering several children with an adult since...

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yards mysteries show small free range tree huggers climb with nuts in their mouths...

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As hobbies go, collecting collectibles ...

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The Passion It was a burning need the desire to hold and hoard not cars or rare antiques but small and natural things coloured stones from a beach pales driftwood’s sculpted forms parrots’ feathers of every hue and discarded skin of a snake such wonders of diversity a bower built of treasured finds until they overwhelmed my home overtook the room for me. ...

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old storm drain collects discarded trash and wet leaves carried by rainstorm...

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(Raven and Crystal) Papa the Objectifier Everywhere I look there are objects Every shelf, table, nook and corner Everywhere another item Collected, amassed, treasured and displayed. And this compulsion, obsession, vocation Never ends, merely shifts around Embracing a newfound subject To objectify. Papa, what did you do in the war? What war son? Life is just a bowl of cherries, And when it’s done we collect the...

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We all collect something it is natural to collect the greater one's purse the more varied and abundant his verse. So~ even divine poets literally not immune a puddle, a shallow indentation gathers a sea, a basin of immense fill greater renown – we all collect something drips and drops, torrents of collecting! Everywhere bloating affections abound – stamps, vehicles, baubles of glitter~lightning to wear and...

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The tide weaves and wends its' way among the pier posts where I will dig for tiny shark's teeth and whelks in the sand; I love making genuine oceanside jewelry. ...

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She collects dolls, Babies, she calls them, Little darlings, children – honey Like a mother, she touches them, Piecing together clothing for infants, toddlers – Girls and boys who might Tell her she is better than she believes In her heart, where she can see The darkness, the doubt, the dreadful Things that make her, despite her best intentions, Still human – still human after...

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A photo your mind's eye took Captured by a long, hard stare Like "a painting in a book" To re-visit memories there ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dedicated to the real Malka Mai. Inspired by Malka, by Mirjam Pressler. Ch. 12, pg. 96. SPEAK, Penguin Group, 2001. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~...

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the poet chases with his verve to accomplish the ideas and sentiments that will flaunt verses in his poesie !...

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