Curio Poems - Poems about Curio

Another season nears its end closing the doors on the dreams we played pretend in the days we hoped would never end; a place where times are unchanged secure in their shells, endeared moments regained within a magic spell of holidays and holydays renamed, long memory held; the antique reservoir of child and adult things knickknack recalls...

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Chainsaw Poetry David J Walker The blum blum Purrr Blum blum Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Ignition of the Whirrrrrrrrrrrr into Action The attraction of A curio crowd Loud with big gulp glops of dripping snow cones drops melting on the summer mountain of a westbound sun they have all come to see me cut Poems out of Pine trees And catch prose In the breeze Of a hot grease...

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*Image of Waterford Curio by Houzz. Cup in the Curio Cabinet An empty cup daintily accompanies an assemblage of finery, ...

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CURIO NUN placed in the palm of my hand, a wee little nun with praying hands. this tiny sculpture hugged my heart, at once filled my eyes with salty tears. certainly my Aunt leans on my shoulder as my cousin presents this precious gift. Auntie’s curio cabinet with doors fly open, empty out, but these joyous woman with habits still inhabit her home in the tender part of my soul. this sentiment, different...

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The Curio The curio was filled with memories and dust Part of a past, one’s memories that last A child’s porcelain doll with a face made of bisque Eyes that saw all that happened in these halls A porcelain tea cup with a fine crack Once sipped by one who lived far back A special key that opened one’s heart Topped a...

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Ancient replicas of forgotten treasures; How slyly…….. you pass them off. Only a penny, only a penny, you say. For only a penny you can buy my secrets, My lost dreams and other such oddities. For a penny you can have a loved newborn’s last breath; You can take the warm blood, right as it...

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Memories that lived in drawers are now behind the doors of my unique curio, Protected and viewed from a distance are now collected inside my antique curio. Mementos from faraway lands hold my heart in my hands forever captive, Transporting me where I long to be, there tucked inside my boutique curio. Everything I want to flaunt and keep...

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