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Rummaging Poems - Poems about Rummaging


Premium Member Attic Rummaging
unearthed belongings... gasps of pleasant astonishment; e u r e k a! white elephants galore... many treasures, too! fallen into decades of desuetude old clothes and shoes to be donated to charity; some books to be thrown away. a silver locket, I thought lost; inscribed with the word "Dreamer" on the inside. birthday gift many, many years ago from my first love. wow! ...

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Categories: rummaging, books, clothes, home,
Form: Verse
Premium Member Rummaging To Find My Favorite Thing
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 with colorful long hair. Also I find my first attempts at poetry – cheesy lovesick poems which I never knew then foretold the passion of my...

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Categories: rummaging, youth,
Form: Prose



While Rummaging Thru Papers To Shred
While rummaging thru papers to shred... Earlier this November fourth two thousand and nineteen your truly long in the tooth (er...in dentured) wordsmith rifled thru miscellaneous papers to shred unwittingly chancing upon report cards enlightening me, academic, emotional, social... characteristics, née significant figurative "red flags," (no not signifying me being blacklisted re: guarding Communism taking root) rather teacher's comments signaled moderate behavioral crisis, where bass and treble clef acronyms “Good...

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Categories: rummaging, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Rummaging
rummaging through an old drawer of memories Submitted on March 24, 2021 for contest ALL YOURS (MAR 26) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND Originally posted on September 13, 2018...

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Categories: rummaging, angst, introspection, memory, remember,
Form: Senryu
Rummaging Through Trash
My finger felt unusually light and unconstrained free of the weight and choke of the gold ring Did it slip off my finger or I hid it in a nook beyond my reach Trying to recollect while fervently opening drawers, undressing bed and pillows I do slip it out when kneading the dough Might have shoved it in trash with onion...

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Categories: rummaging, lost,
Form: Free verse




Book: Reflection on the Important Things