Short Goldmine Poems
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Pinterest makes me feel happy.
Keeps me interested and fine.
I have over one hundred boards.
Finding Pinterest was a goldmine.
In search of gold,
An alchemist dies old,
Wandering aimlessly in a ravine,
A fool finds a goldmine.
This ‘wisdom’ of Muse,
Does me amuse!
Form:
Great truths that are uttered by unknown lips resemble goldmines yet to be discovered!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
10 May 2017
Oh, Wisdom,
You divine goldmine of enlightenment,
I beseech Thee to teach me, how your
Spiritual treasures to unearth!
©Demetrios Trifiatis
26 December 2020
Wisdom:
Wondrous goldmine, concealing
Spiritual treasures untold
That
Only enamored with knowledge
Souls are able to unearth!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
16 August 2015
H i g h e r
Deep fire
Long night
Keep sight
Search soul
Swell goal
I find...
Goldmine
I first...
Quench thirst
Sweetheart
My heart
Her "Yes"
Killed stress
Bright eyes
Great prize
My will
Moved hill
High beam
Vast dream
Old mother's pot of soup is
Like a goldmine that promotes
And brightens my face...
Even it is not palatable to others,
To me it is like apple in my mouth,
Making my countenance rich and sure...
** FOR COMFORT AKPAN**
Oh valentine,
To call you mine, sends chills down my spine
Our fates entwined like twine
Ill cross all lines, to savor your wine
Immersed in your shine, your love is a goldmine
A radiant glow, forever aligned
Serene and divine, our love is etched in destiny’s shrine.
Dismally sad and blue was I
One jet-black day, then I walked
Outdoors, and voila! A goldmine
In the sky...sunshine
Arbitrium Divisa 5 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Gregory R Barden
Date submitted: 12/18/2019
Taken from the 2nd stanza of my 2016 poem, "Serendipity"
GOLD DIGGER
Once, a gold digger I met.
With passion, the goldmine all night long she dug .
What a way to discover a talent
A grave digger she became.
For, her grave she dug, whilst for gold she dug.
Like leaves on ivy vines and the taste of fine wine
In our hearts fill with tales of fairies, love, and sunshine
Leaving her beautiful inspiring presence behind
A goldmine of fine array of poems, friendships of sunshine
3/2/2020
From the poem "Sunshine Smiles"
posted 10/18/2016
A tribute to a very lovely lady Anne-Lise Andresen
To the many hills that provide the most beautiful scenic views
To the people whose speech only provides melodic tunes of Bongo flava
To the heat, that make every night a celebration
To the cool waters, a swimmer's paradise, a fisherman's goldmine, a local's daily gift and a tourist's eternal camera shot
To the food, a signature that blends all the people, every tribe loving the other more
To the white peaked mountain, magnificent and always hiding in the clouds
One great thing - is essentially -
like any other great thing.
They all fly from the same center,
not an anatomical space,
not a specific thingness,
but one revealed goldmine
overpouring.
What did I see,
what do I see?
Butter,
you buttering toast,
your hair all muzzy from sleep.
Yellow sunlight on the kitchen counter.
The blue plate
that has no ready words,
yet speaks for the billions,
that shine from
the one yellow yoke,
in its broken eggshell.
In days gone by, the folks I know,
have all some strange collection,
Some save strings and bits of news,
And different recollections.
I've seen people guard old stamps
as though they were a goldmine,
While others choose rare pictures
and term them as a "God's Find"
From pipes to antiques and even toys,
Each person has their "spree"
And I'm among the millions,
To choose poetry, for me!
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