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-......

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...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......

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

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...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......

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...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......

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...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......

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..."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......

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...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 ......

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...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......

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...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 ......

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...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......

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...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......

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... Though the trail has grown cold, this never deters Clues are always left behind ... connections of a most human kind Desperate souls feel a compulsive need to leave cyber cadaver trac......

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...Fragments of a buried life, microscopic pieces, gathering and breeding, in all the little creases. Snapshots, stills and scrapbooks, documented angst, diaries of disasters,of when I craved another......

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...I Wasn't Born Yesterday I'm 96 years old. I can't remember at what point my life became an endurance event. My scrapbooks are full of ghosts. My lovers were buried long ago. My fami......

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