Long Scrapbooks Poems
Long Scrapbooks Poems. Below are the most popular long Scrapbooks by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Scrapbooks poems by poem length and keyword.
Grandma's Gifts
When Grandma died, I found some things
Gifts midst tears that...
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Categories:
scrapbooks, christmas,
Form:
Rhyme
Mirror of Memories-Alzheimer's Contest
Mirror of Memories "Alzheimer's" Contest
Sponsor: TAMMY REAMS
I woke up scared...can't remember the time I woke up..
Scattered pictures of lost loves in my distant past.
There she is again, she said she is my daughter,
But I...
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Categories:
scrapbooks, confusion, devotion, family, longing, drug,
Form:
Free verse
Scrapbooking
My favorite hobby has always been scrapbooking
It's such a creative activity to do
For pictures and poems, I'm always looking
Forever scanning magazines through and through
I look for pictures of people and places
Some happy, some excited, some...
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Categories:
scrapbooks, appreciation, family, feelings, grandchild, imagination, my children,
Form:
Rhyme
I Have Three Favorite Pets- Pet
My three sweet boys passed within one year,
a Golden Retriever, white fluffy bunny and a Pug.
When I think of each memory I still wipe...
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Categories:
scrapbooks, dog, love, pets,
Form:
Rhyme
Photos of My Life-Someone, Or Something, Replaceable - Poetry Contest
There was a horrible fire in my
house not too long ago-
Everything burned to ashes and
in the garbage I had to throw
...
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Categories:
scrapbooks, fire, memory, perspective,
Form:
Rhyme
Death of the Scrapbook
My mum and I made many scrapbooks over the years.
To find inspiring and interesting pictures was not hard
And most magazines got past my mothers sense of decorum
And her duty to protect me from scantily clad...
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Categories:
scrapbooks, age, anger, appreciation, betrayal, blessing, change, child,
Form:
Imagism
Electric Shivers
fear seems to be the cause du jour
fear if it all just ended
shapes us like quivering jello molds
fear of the landline
tapping into our heads
fear of the landmine
careless gifts from the feds
electric shivers
primal and oozing
forgetting ripe...
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Categories:
scrapbooks, angst,
Form:
Prose
They Will Love Who You Are
I've contemplated your desires as you walk into an occupied room.
You stood there laughing, bringing sweet conversations to everyone
around you. I saw the way you catch their attention for such strikingly
words that sweep out of...
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Categories:
scrapbooks, blessing, destiny, husband, love, universe,
Form:
Free verse
A Mother So Strong
I sat and watched as you stood and cried,
you laid and pondered on why she lied.
For too long we noticed her health decline,
oh please God, why couldn’t it be benign?
For all the moments as we...
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Categories:
scrapbooks, death, mother,
Form:
Couplet
These Seven Things I Hold Dear
Sixteen minutes is all I had to grab what I hold dear,
now seven things left is all I have to always keep near.
That set of six scrapbooks was the first I saved with pride,...
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Categories:
scrapbooks, fire, meaningful,
Form:
Rhyme
Wishing For a Rainy Afternoon
I viewed the dawn through mist of fading dreams,
Aware of silver feet upon the roof.
Eaves shivered wet, while raindrops welcomed spring
With murmured sounds, and giving me excuse
To burrow down and doze, with...
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Categories:
scrapbooks, happiness, child, rain, childhood, child, childhood, me,
Form:
Ode
Fixation On Adoration
There's this strange fascination,
I carry without contemplation-
it lingers on with infatuation,
as I'm stuck on this fixation.
My mother never taught me this,
I learned this all on my own-
Picture Frames and scrapbooks,
full of the pets...
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Categories:
scrapbooks, dog, love,
Form:
Rhyme
With Fond Memories
"How sweet to the heart are the scenes of my childhood"
Samuel...
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Categories:
scrapbooks, childhood,
Form:
Terza Rima
Building a Fire
Building a fire
Had a smirk of sorrowful clarity
Someone dancing on my grave.
And a artist
The night was gathering materials.
Knowing ambition for pleasure
Would never fill the pit.
The night called for a burn
All...
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Categories:
scrapbooks, introspectionnight, fire, fire, night,
Form:
Free verse
Building a Fire
Had a smirk of sorrowful clarity
Someone dancing on my grave.
And a artist
The night was gathering materials.
Knowing ambition for pleasure
Would never fill the pit.
The night called for a burn
All the grasped boxes...
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Categories:
scrapbooks, age,
Form:
Free verse
Tracker
Though the trail has grown cold,
this never deters
Clues are always left behind ...
connections of a most human kind
Desperate souls feel a compulsive need
to leave cyber cadaver traces of a living memory
Holographic scrapbooks hidden in encrypted...
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Categories:
scrapbooks, dark, future, science fiction, visionary,
Form:
Free verse
The Dancer
Like an old cat stretching her limbs in the sunlight
Warmth seeping through knots in her gnarled hands and sShe sits on a paisley chair in front of the East window
welling in her stiff knees
Pressed roses...
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Categories:
scrapbooks, age, dance, death,
Form:
Free verse
Likenesses
This body that I am now forced to own
once was a glove for desiring hands, and
a hand for the warm fitting-rooms of strangers.
I am an owner of derelict houses.
their roofs and walls unrecognizable
In the harsh...
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Categories:
scrapbooks, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Black and White
Black and White – 3-18-24
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Black and White
Black and white come in focus -
Absent of prime –
A slice of life exposed through the lens,
A flash-dance of story, a masquerade ball.
No sunrise of sepia - clouds absent...
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Categories:
scrapbooks, color, dark, life, light,
Form:
Free verse
You-Crumbs
Fragments of a buried life, microscopic pieces,
gathering and breeding, in all the little creases.
Snapshots, stills and scrapbooks, documented angst,
diaries of disasters,of when I craved another chance.
Handled like a teeny fragile delicate new-born,
hands grasped too hard...
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Categories:
scrapbooks, angst
Form:
Rhyme
Juvenilia - My First Limerick
Some children sat down on the floor.
They sat till their bottoms were sore.
“We could each take a chair,”
said one boy sitting there.
“So then what are we waiting for?”
For the Juvenilia Contest of Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
Note: Around...
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Categories:
scrapbooks, children, poetry,
Form:
Limerick
You-Crumbs
Fragments of a buried life, microscopic pieces,
gathering and breeding, in all the little creases.
Snapshots, stills and scrapbooks, documented angst,
diaries of disasters,of when I craved another chance.
Handled like a teeny fragile delicate new-born,
hands grasped too hard...
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Categories:
scrapbooks, lost love, memory,
Form:
Rhyme
The Last Full Moon of the Season
The Last Full Moon of the Season
David J Walker
Day of past days
Once in the way of
This today
Hours of past hours
Cataloged and
Overlapped with
Horrors of mirrors
And old age
In ivory towers
A presence within a
Long lost past
Preserved...
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Categories:
scrapbooks, allegory, seasons,
Form:
Rhyme