Short Lockets Poems

Empty lockets
dangle softly
from crooked necks--

dappled granite
faces west
where the sun sleeps--

whispered prayers
linger quietly
as a child weeps....

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Loneliness without it
Lustrous eyes reflect it
Loss of will without it
Loyalty sticks to it.
Lockets image shows it
Lullaby sings of it
Lyrical words laud it.

My first attempt not sure if it's correct but I enjoyed it.

John Derek Hamilton  November 21, 2015...

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Antique couch on a
Maple wood floor that
Smelled as of an
Aged memory. 
Revealing and unraveling
Good incense of sweet 
Years of youth where
Not even death can
Reap 
Old stories,
Timeless calamities,
Ever longing,
Laughing.
Sweet love now
Sealed with
Decades as lockets
Embedded on Front St....

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I was born with Mary
By my side
With thoughts and lockets
As thoughts get mangled
As Time pulls near
Moments flicker, life-like
Through wine and cheer
Sadness sweeps 
The shore of souls, 
My shore,
As I recall,
Of the holiday mess hall,
I was born
I was born on Christmas Eve
With a locket
With a locket of Her hair....

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Broken toys 
hopeless dreams
shattered snow globes
ripping seams

Empty lockets
burnt out lights
rusting metal
flightless kites 

Here on these shelves,
a small corner of our hearts,
sit the unwanted items
and the lonely broken parts,

But, to make room for  more
these shelves are to be clean
maybe we can fill them,
with the pleasant things we've seen....

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Time
the inscutable
transient host
Divider of hearts
Provider of dreams
clothes our desires
in a mantle of silk
where memories languish
like heart-shaped lockets
falling open 
at a cherished whim
Partly shown
partly concealed
they appeal
to those who envy youth
while pledging wisdom
Nothing ventured
nothing gained
and 
nothing
but echoing time
remains...

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For Potterheads!! (Great Harry Potter Fans)


Fans~
What would
you
do if  
the Harry  
Potter 
books 
ended  
just like this? -

'As the sun rose,
Harry woke,
thinking  
of 
his dream  -
one of owls,
lockets,
cloaks,
wands and  
scars...' 




Written in the Waltz Wave form!
Syllable count checked  (Not for any contest)...

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Susie slipped bits of food into her apron pockets.
Ran down to the pond, with her prettiest lockets.
Showed the baby ducks her loot, crackers and stuff.
She likes animals so well said her Grandma Luff.

The ducks liked her too, they surrounded her each time.
Knowing they would get food, a pat and a friendly rhyme.
Susie had Ritz crackers today, a huge amazing tasty treat.
I love this two-legged being said a duck named Reet....

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Lucy went window shopping 
Downtown at the antique shop
They had a  sale on lockets
So she went inside to browse
It did not take her long to choose
To spot a round silver locket
She notice it had a black trim
Then in the middle a cameo
Lucy chose this locket
To her it was special
It was different from
the others
It is what attracted her
To this lovely locket
She is pleased to own it
A one of a kind locket
From the antique shop...

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i carry your heart within me) do you
within mine as well) lockets of hair
your sweet breath that i smell and pulses i
feel make me flow.
my heart lets me know that it's you,
your heart as well i must know.
is it red hot,
when you think of me my heart races 
around to the beat that comes next before
your last) how do you do what you do, you play
to my heart you squeeze it more and it grows.



James McLain Saturday, October 17, 2009...

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Penned words in cursive letters
Unreadable by many the meaning so deep

Hearts hidden treasures often sublime 
Pictures in lockets kisses to sleep

Sugar and spice a lovers dream
Mixed emotions forever lost

Caressing and touching feeling so close
Words are few whatever the cost

And I in your arms in our heavenly bed
To brave  the winters ravenous cold

A treasure our love is forever to have
Within we are sheltered and never grow old....

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Each pulls the tide in two sockets
Where moon and sea hang like lockets

One friction between two wading bodies —  
The pale head of moon, on cue with sea

The gentler anesthetic of the glass
~Within her encumbered salty past ~

Their flashing eyes in both windswept
Water is who they reflect 

A wavelength's shoulder muscling by —
The catch of forever swimming light
It feels every night —

The morning tears upon us soon,
Eyes on the sea, it's been moved....

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