Paperweights Poems - Poems about Paperweights

...At the arcade excitement waits With games galore for everyone An entire afternoon of fun Saucy hot dogs and ice cream plates Some new friendships and fun-filled dates Lots of fantas......

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...Divorce robbed him of surprise, left him disused, parts of his brain tingled less, he grew blasé, he had to improvise, extemporize parts that were less prone to rust and mold. It seemed he was ......

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...While in my parent's attic, years ago I found a dark brown, tattered, leather box and wondered what strange gift it might bestow therein, as I released the two brass locks. Inside, were grandma's......

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...ultimate betrayal in the eyes of a bairn fresh from the hands of the creator there is only wonder at all it sees! curiosity at the discoveries of fingers then toes and as it grows a......

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...in the eyes of a bairn fresh from the hands of the creator there is only wonder at all it sees! curiosity at the discoveries of fingers then toes and as it grows a world spreads out be......

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...You are rock and bone, sturdy eyes and heavy leaden shoes line up by the doorframe like splinters. The wood is peeling, and the stairs cave beneath our feet in surrender. My papa’s new wife wou......

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...One day, When books turn to dust Aliens will wonder What happened to us Our computers will look Like oversized paperweights With no way to access The knowledge encased Especially the poe......

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...How many? how many lives; how many have fallen beneath your magical spell? If it may be so, let each star be named You. For your beauty transpires our words into all shine and s......

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...After the death, mediocre paperweights rule on the pages of life. The leading light will wander in ruins for centuries. Hot winds spray the sparking dust on smooth posts, desert picks up the a......

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...Chalk eaten paper, unrolled on my floor Stiff shoe paperweights holding it still I'm on my belly with green fingertips painting the backdrop for the next scene in life. There will be oceans, for ......

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