Short Keepsakes Poems

Only girl in class 
dresser and cabinet built 
keepsakes from my school days...

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In my soul’s attic
Old photographs in a trunk
Faded but not junk

By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX...

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secrets  h i d e  senses,
truth reveals broken keepsakes-
I beg... no more lies.

Date Written: September 5, 2016...

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Kisutch knock as they swim with life’s kisses
Keepsakes from the sea to trees

Pristine waters are key

(9/13/21: Seasport Voyager 3000 RMF Eureka)...

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recall memories
     that never cease in spirit-
                       keepsakes of the mind

      

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1.29.20
Senryu on Mind Poetry Contest
Jenish Somadas...

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ebony chalk sketched her soft silhouette,
       old keepsakes reveal heartache-
                        a broken easel mourns...




Form K-Kimo
Sponsor, Broken Wings
April 2, 2017...

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a burdened charity dost entail
faux generosity habitually inhaled

jaunts, keepsakes left macerated
nothing omitted, personally quantitated

reason sifted through ubiquitously
vehement will yearned zealously...

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Paintings in blue
Hanging on newsroom den,
All captured
memories from the past
Rendered on velvet.
Abstract visions-
Treasures, these keepsakes from Grandma;
Dearly loved recollections.


Invitation to Play Poetry Contest
Aug 4, 2019...

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A
Vault
In the
Attic holds
Photos and keepsakes
Treasured as a golden nugget
Holding the far memories that persist over time
Yearning secretly that a time machine would exist to bring back the past left behind









1-24-2016...

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Average
Best
Care
Deserves
Evolutional
Freedom
Glorified
Hearts
Imagination
Judgement
Keepsakes
Lessons
Memories
Nature
Organisms
Purpose
Quenched
Revelations
Secret
Thoughts
Uncovered
Valuable
Wisdom
Xenia
Youthful
Zone...

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Listen to poem:

The warm patina of old age is cherished
revered, conserved, protected as irreplaceable.
Unlike the wrinkles and scars
that deface waned youth expired.
Only time and good care
coats much-loved keepsakes 
with protective patina - 
the glaze and sheen of esteemed age....

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Cold as a winter day
Needing fuled conversation
Lonely measures target market
Events in waiting
Like filling for the greatest pie
Topic keepsakes for the night
Moving any complacent trend
Sewing total garments in
Situations called chiming freinds
Erasing miseries chin...

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Keepsakes From Mom

You left me your Butterfly pins, your coin collection too,
Albums’ full of photographs, and several pairs of shoes,
Grandma’s Bible and Opera Glasses, also still have a place,
These keepsakes have memories, that can never be erased.

Written By: Sarita A. Milliner © 12/15/16...

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Kilometres ‘tween us...
Keepsakes serve to sustain
Kudos for your restrain
Knock at my door excites
Kindled passion ignites
Keeping lips pressed to mine
Keen, hungry, tongues entwine

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March 2017

For the "Pleiades K" contest sponsored by Kim Merryman - (Joint) Third Place....

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A hand to hold,
A lover to adore,
A friend to cherish,
There's nothing more.

A love that hurts, 
A heart that aches,
A soul that's lost,
Unwanted keepsakes.

A burning passion,
A heartfelt desire,
A lifetime of love,
Full of fire.

A child to protect,
A precious gift,
A life to treasure,
Spirits lift....

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The t.v. series,
A Little Princess,
reminds me
of my dad's gift
of a dark-haired
porcelain doll...

...I gave away
to compensate
for feeling spoiled
--that I begged
for her at all

Being a generous
gift-giver was one
of my dad's
main languages 
of love

I hope even though 
I've hardly kept 
any of his gifts
he still cares--
up above...

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BRRR - Rhyme

B
Radiant sunlight shines through twinkling new snowflakes
Rainbows of ice peek out in a rhapsody of reflections
Ripples of color reborn now rejoice like crystal keepsakes

11-10-20
Contest: Kim’s Acrostic Play
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues

Collins Dictionary, Oxford Dictionary and Your Dictionary.com all list “Brrr” as a word accompanied by a definition....

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a wishbucket painting of a midwest 
  sky in the evening.

an old rusty singlespeed scwinn bicycle. 

 folded mothball memories stacked
  in cardboard. 
 
 and you can pass down three generations
  in an A-framed wonderment.   

 lost to all but not to dust, where spiders play 
 keeper of all still keepsakes.

 thier hollow formed webs catch
  dreams in the night....

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M-issing my hometown like we own familiarity 
Y-ou can close your eyes to reality

H-ome is where my heart shines
O-ld photos trigger memories
M-emorablia and keepsakes frozen
E-motions running high and free

T-ime for wistful affection for the past
O-ld gnawing feeling released
W-hen you embrace familiar faces
N-ew stories told in an old setting.


09.12.2020
Nostalgia Poem...

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In an old biscuit tin 
With my bits and pieces put in
That remind me of our times
And things that are always mine

I take them out sometimes
For reminding me of a memory fine
Each piece wiped bright again
Before placed carefully back in

I only bring them out when I’m alone
So my tears are not to you shown
Their touch closes my eyes
Bringing you out in my memory alive.

© Paul Warren Poetry...

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A black powder 1868 colt revolver.
Dad’s rusty Buck knife.
A few old Zippo lighters.
Ivory figurines haggled over 
with an illicit trader in Shanghai,
same for a two hundred year old
silk rug never trod upon.
A tin box with a broken clasp
containing some things 
I cannot now speak of.
A few other keepsakes
that when I look at them
remind me of how I got here,
and how I sometimes
lost my place....

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Soft as the wind,
his touch I feel,
when he's away, still so real.
Like a song I should sing,
unburden my heart,
keepsakes my baby,
never too far.
A rose, it shall whisper,
his words,
lullaby,
keep talking, I hear it,
so soft and so shy.
The breath of my love,
I take in so deep,
a soul that is tender, 
and never to keep.
Embracing a memory,
before it should fade,
be real my baby,
just for today....

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Diluted ink blots,splashed
at random on the canvas
mingle with improvised 
calligraphic doodles.
Spontaneous accidental drips,
by drop,across the floor,to and
fro.Daubs of paint,pressed upon
the virgin white.Wet,wet colour
soak-stained by a sponge.
Hanging vertical in the hall,a
happening of paraphernalia,
keepsakes from memory's
drawer.Experiences of the moment,
expressed,forever frozen in time

Structured prose verse....

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Diluted ink blots,splashed at random on the canvas mingle with improvised calligraphic doodles. Spontaneous accidental drips, by drop,across the floor,to and fro. Daubs of paint,pressed upon the virgin white.Wet,wet colour soak stained by a sponge.
 Hanging vertical in the hall,a happening of paraphernalia, keepsakes from memory's drawer. Experiences of the moment, expressed, forever frozen in time


Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2013...

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One thing remains from those cherished times.
Memories and keepsakes from my childish crimes.

I will never forget the sweetest girl.
She was my friend, my love, my world.

How funny it was to play and run
Through the water in the midsummer sun.

She was taken in a violent event.
A shotgun now rings in torment.

That is all I have to say
Any more and I will fade

I will remember more of her living
Instead of her death and time forgiving....

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