Scrapbook Poems - Poems about Scrapbook

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I gather up pictures and bits of my past and scrapbook them into an album that will last. How dear to my heart are the photographs therein past......Read the rest...

...Remembering our friendship how we'd talk for hours about any topic family love kids life how it hurt not to hear from one another sending cards pictures letters remember that I remember so ......Read the rest...

...I discovered love too soon and easily destroyed it. I discovered love could bloom again and so I tried it, I discovered like a child with stubby hands and greedy heart who sees a flower by the roa......Read the rest...

...I pored through the scrapbook pages, my mind flooded with childhood memories of Mother. I remember the summer she and I picked plums off the trees in our backyard and made plum jelly. I remember her ......Read the rest...

...Write Me your ballad of beliefs your epistle of emotions your parable of paradigms your chronicle of convictions Und......Read the rest...

...Faved PoetrySoup poems, I've many a favorite Are such a treasure trove of Joy Each one so exquisite ......Read the rest...

...What are memories? Echoes from another time. Vistas to the past. Captured memories Faces staring back at me From scrapbook pages. Memories connect Who I was to who I am Without them I’......Read the rest...

...Sweet, Caring memories, resurrecting from the, amorous pages of my life. Past seemed so young and exuberant, Behind my wrinkled face and sunken eyes, Only your tender love makes my heart beat, ......Read the rest...

...casting away all pieces and parts of an existence full of casual talk of board rooms full of rage lost bodies in burning classrooms full of philosophy and apathy on foolish babble on time ......Read the rest...

...Twas the night before Christmas that was freezing cold As a seven year old I couldn’t keep excitement on the hold For I knew for me all the lovely gifts Santa would bring Wished the hours of nig......Read the rest...

...Crowd of entertainment, chapeaux and gowns, of Renoirs,** not unlike the expansive midnight sky brimming with stars. Capture of long ago memories, like lightning bugs in jars. Knee deep, flood ......Read the rest...

...A scrapbook of soil knits the land. Earthworms patchwork hidden birthing-chambers, grit and gist abrades into the leached sap of leaf and grass. Rain storms push up an upholstery of......Read the rest...

...Here & there, everywhere lie pieces & parts of me I exist only in the moments between what is and will be… Taking a ride to the minimart... Enjoy the passing lands... ...watching the sun pla......Read the rest...

...The first few years of life is little different than death or dreamless sleep There is nothing we can recall as if we didn’t exist at all events failing to stick like an omelet sliding perfe......Read the rest...

...In restless dreams I sail the night on celestial seas, starlight serving as my guide on uncharted course. I explore constellations with consummate expertise, shared as a secret, but I'll never rev......Read the rest...