Curios Poems - Poems about Curios

... Oh, Look not for the jewels in my crown. Nor draped on throat, or on silken gown. For my treasure-trove of gems, lies buried deep, deep within me, for you to see, for you to find, for you to ......

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...He found the journal on the train Of a young little girl with no name He sat there reading through her thoughts Of dragons and Lions in their mighty roars Or the golden apple that was caught E......

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...An edifice built in gray stone by careful hands that are long dead, the mortar gray from decades known, insides soot-stained from blazes red. Mantle stone broad across the top, sporting nick-kna......

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...Some families have heirlooms Passed down often through the years So their legacy will not be one That somehow disappears. Whether jewelry or furniture Or curios or art, Certain objects in a f......

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...A time to rake; to search embers, to pore over resurrected, fire-damaged relics. On an ancient shore driftwood, fagots, and reeds are heaped up onto a pyre of time. After the fire there is ......

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..."Call it curiosity" Does anyone on this app really believe That somehow or another every one of us Truly think that one side is meant to deceive Or that one side is the one that is only one to p......

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...On sandy beaches and along fertile riverbanks, In fecund soil and in lush green plantations, Coconut trees stand tall towering into the sky. They are benevolent palms at the service of......

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...I saw the scar down his calf long smooth and white standing out against his tan in the bright summer light; whisky surgery he told me, seeing my curios glance and I got him talking while I had......

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...D r i f i n g observations from faraway places dreams drawn from Beta born curios traveling through limitless faces distant glow of conscious realities from he......

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...Myrtle Parker Myrtle Parker lived on the Riviera, That’s the English one not the French. Her favourite tipple is Red Currant Cider, Only beverage her thirst would quench. Never did she marry......

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...IN OUR AVENUE NEW Event running in our AVENUE Central Park chosen as ......

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... “Ethereal Virtuoso” keys passed from tongue to tongue strange kisses dealt token time turning gone useless words written below whispers backward facing clos......

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...Waiting in line until it is my time. I wondered what I will say, What did I do, what is my excused? Looking apposite me, I am curios who is she? She looks so pale a......

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...BODEGONES* motifs of still life- decorative curios aesthetics assemble * Still life in Spanish......

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...Her mind accumulates oddments and curios, contrivances with strange linkages, attachments that bolt unlikely parts together; the mechanics of metaphysics. Pieces of something she is sculpting o......

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