Scrapbooks Poems - Poems about Scrapbooks

...Black and White – 3-18-24 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Black and White Black and white come in focus - Absent of prime – A slice of life exposed through the lens, A flash-......Read the rest...

...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 Pre......Read the rest...

...I retrieve scrapbooks and photo albums from my bookshelf, frequently visiting their pages hoping to keep the very best of everyone who’s blessed my life from disappearing from my mind. I need my memo......Read the rest...

...My father was a devoted fly fisherman who couldn’t resist the almost masochistic urge to wake in the quiet predawn hours and stumble, blurry eyed with his loaded thermos out of the house. He drove t......Read the rest...

...When Grandma died, I found some things Gifts midst tears that sorrow brings Old doll babies with twinkling eyes ......Read the rest...

...adventurous days running through wildflower fields carefree memories of playing with my siblings birthday parties and skating first day of grade school a bit shy to make new friends riding a......Read the rest...

...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 i......Read the rest...

...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 unrecogniz......Read the rest...

..."How sweet to the heart are the scenes of my childhood" Samuel Woodworth, 1785-1842 With fond memories my heart embraces childhood days of innocent impres......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...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 a tear, and my delicate heart string......Read the rest...

...Odd I noticed earlier today, That there are dead people, staring at me from the shelf. Paper images, shades, and shadows, yet, not dark at all. Just sweetly kept pieces, puzzles cap......Read the rest...

...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, for they hold p......Read the rest...