Keepsake Poems - Poems about Keepsake

Not a Keepsake

When I leave,
don’t cling to my name like a treasure—
let it settle into the dust
where it truly belongs.

Feel the walls we built,
not to grieve
but to recall
that they once echoed with laughter,
that they kept the world outside,
and us within.

Walk the same shore,
but don’t picture my steps next to yours.
Carry me off like the last wave of

Keepsake

KEEPSAKE

I still have that wallet you gave to me,
All those years ago in seventy-three.
I used it daily, till it fell apart,
In my inside pocket, close to my heart.
And the tiny photo you put in there,
With your gentle smile and your flowing hair,
Is still tucked inside, though it fades each day,
Like the hopes I had till

Keepsake

Tell me that you've felt a failure
In doing what was right
While pillows dampen, salted
In dying sleepless night
A wonder, wonders bless the wicked
And the same thing in reverse
Ensure the gnarled vines of virtue
Not easily traversed
With once a gleaming moral compass
More a burden than a tool
Its rusting ends give rhyme to meaning well
A witty slogan of the

I Cherish Every Precious Lock of My Hair As a Keepsake

I cherish every precious lock of my hair as a keepsake

Twas partly on account
of yours truly being incarnation of Samson;
spouse and I wed
please fate, don't say alopecia didst tread;
though atheist to higher power
yours truly pled
heart sank analogous
to plumbline made of lead
as each strand falls out of my head
without being replaced by another,
albeit veritable dead
cells comprised

A Keepsake

A world without setting alarms;
Cliche clocks are my enemy, 
way too good at ruining fun;
Castaway I’ll stay out at sea;

Island wake up suits me just fine ,
sand all over my toes at daybreak;
Hand on my lips enjoy silence,
brand this view into a keepsake.

Keepsake

When I am at the end of my days
Remembering in so many ways
If there is only one thing I could take
Of all memories, one special Keepsake
It will not be an item of the norm
Not even a picture to keep me warm
Instead, it will not be a "thing" at all
An emotion, at will I can recall
These

K Is For Keepsake

Craft me a tiffany
that others may see

Cut out a matisse
for my mantle-piece

Throw me a pollock
to which others will flock

Abstract me a rothko
I can keep on show

Sculpt like epstein
this profile of mine

Draw like da vinci
a portrait  of me

Hand make a keepsake for me
that is unique of thee

The Keepsake Supper

I sit at my family’s empty table
Life’s feast is almost gravely gone
I am the final guest left in this familial fable
All within my bloodline have somehow succumbed
I recall the time of the sweet, sour, bitter and salty with zeal
Each gathering shared with love for each other at every meal


November 13, 2022
Bitesize Poem Number 55
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I Sip My Keepsake

doves lade the sky like stars
the snowy white peace
a starry night released
over San Xavier del Bac

the cactus fruit and prayer
alive in sanguine petals
the mission gold altar and pews
absolved en pleine air

i sip my keepsake coffee cup

2/11/2022

Gift For Elves

exhausted and sleepy elves, one last house on their lengthy list,
             slided down the chimney to deliver a gift, hard to resist. 
          found fun Pokemon board wide open, left probably by mistake, 

Moments of Mine

The lace of a Lily
and grace of a bee
the face of a flower 
and sun on the sea
Silhouette shadows
cloud painted skies
rivers of peace 
a bird as she flies 
colorful lichen
the succulents glow
still water mirrors
and Autumn’s first show
All of them captured
as moments in time
life’s truest treasure 
these moments of mine

Keepsake

The wind from the south,
as rich as whispered voices,
nudges my heartstrings to roam
those timeworn keepsake places;
espying aged filaments of true hope,
numbered and nearly as delicate
as a man hungering
for the once familiar perfume
of old-fashioned hymns.

Keepsake

KEEPSAKE

My Mom Norma, who raised, nurtured and showered
me with endearing love, loved diamonds and why not?
She was an April baby and diamond is the birthstone.
She gave me a diamond ring before she passed away.
My eulogy was composed of poem, short story and
very short song “Norma in the Sky with Diamonds”.

She had also given me several

Keepsake

It happened in a place
I’d never thought of seeing her
Suddenly there she was
In front of me, smiling her joy
Excited, delighted
My heart pounded in my chest
I felt blood rush to my face
And the moment was such a blessing
Precious and exhilarating
A combination of amazement
Wonder and incredulity

I thought quickly and slid my phone
From my back pocket
These were modern

Keepsake

Over the ken, a mistake with no karma.
Crawling down the footpath, intense drama.
Out through the castle's crack in the wall.
We're coming down to the creek's squall.

Here's a mill that's sparkling amid sound.
Here is the lake with the froth lullaby.
Here's the hump with pace in the ground.
Wonderful areas, even they are nearby!

Keepsake keenly kisses kindled kumquat. 
If I

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