Rummage Poems - Poems about Rummage

... it was Spring 2023 that my city of Ottawa, Canada was hit by floods we had so much rain that the rivers overflowed into the streets, forests, and homes the sewer......Read the rest...

... In the corner of a room is a showcase received from a library rummage sale. It's being utilized differently than its original purpose for the public. It is now very much a family focus. ......Read the rest...

...Among the shadows of people, I stumble incessantly, Invisible among their walls of noises and living shades. My thoughts are colorful butterflies that find no understanding, Words - echoes crashin......Read the rest...

...It’s winter in the year twenty-eighty-four Hell has landed on every shore Devilish eyes aglow as they rose to dominate People now captive to a totalitarian state Society is now ruled with an ir......Read the rest...

... A celestial dance, infinite grace in the grandeur of ancient yearned place. A Red Giant lassos his pearly bride, keeps her from roaming the desert face. A vow is exchanged, a cosmic ......Read the rest...

... "I have seen and heard the vibrancy of dreams, and the way of the crossings-through the ills and through the barriered things." A fleeting spark that perceives, I, have s......Read the rest...

...If someone came to me With a box of my lost things I'd rummage through That box of lost I'll find my old stuffies Some old books My lost socks But I'd toss them aside And keep looking for N......Read the rest...

...The world doesn’t tend to give you what you want Give me a locked box, the indescribable taunt What if she was feeling generous? In a moment of empathy, some severance My fingers de......Read the rest...

... Given a box of old, lost things I’d loved and enjoyed which somehow, somewhere in my youth vanished mysteriously from my life, I feel thrilled to look inside where first I find fun troll dolls ......Read the rest...

...In a box full of everything I’ve ever lost, The first thing I’d rummage for is the patience that could’ve led me To your open arms at any cost Slow moving nights, without a trace of day-dream......Read the rest...

... Back then, backyards were big enough to nurture a growing soul and provide a space for the earth to play out its seasons in full rehearsal. There were wide tracks of grass, trees to climb......Read the rest...

...The lush green moss that clothed rocks and collared the base of trees has begun to turn a sickly gray and peel away into powdery clumps. Nearby, the contents of an old pot half filled with wat......Read the rest...

...I rummage through a box of old photographs. A lady’s image holds my eye: I hold her up to light filtering through a dingy window. The edges are frayed, a scratch cuts across her face, a scar ......Read the rest...

...I will put you in myself - to rummage, to find, to separate the jumbled together, all the haphazardly stored, all the neglected, all the rejected and abandoned. Salvage what you may leave the......Read the rest...

...As he looks at all the stuff that‘s stored inside his head he marvels at how randomly it’s all been packed away “Gently, gently, be careful where you tread” he reminds himself to move about with ......Read the rest...