Short Scrapbook Poems
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Pictures
of bliss festoon
dream field journal
with green moss clad trails of
stunning dawn glow junkets through
mists of time!
Fingers
turn yesterday—
paper sighs low,
pressed petals, crooked keys,
laughter fading into hush
slowly.
Vignette
The emotional pain
From my past
Dissolves at last
In tears that fall
On an old photograph
Inspired by a scrapbook of family history my mother created over the years.
Pictures of my life
Look normal
My face is smiling but my eyes are lying
They sit in yellow envelopes, waiting…
To fill a scrapbook
To document the unseen
For me to remember.
Tokens
of long ago
scraped from pages
of present, future tense
where life's journal erases
scabs from wounds
Visions From A Vignette 2
Sponsored by nette onclaud
6/22/2025
scrap book
leaves out of the
tree that fell right
in between two friends' first meet
pressed between her heart and
arms - scrapbook
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Visions of a Vignette 2
Sponsor: Nette Onclaude
22/05/25
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Date.
Birthday.
Remember.
Or to forget.
Life, it's yours to live.
See endless tomorrows.
Reflect upon yesterdays.
Memories made along the way,
live on within a treasured scrapbook.
Each page, a moment in time, bittersweet.
The car door slamming shut
I knew what was about to occur
memories flew into my head
scattered like a scrapbook
I start to tear up
running fast towards the
hospital room, she was
already gone.
My face tear stained
as the world around me
stops. Silence is all I hear
as I say goodbye.
My hushed song begs for a refrain,
I need a traveling companion.
Could do a trip by myself,
but it isn’t half the fun.
Let’s fill an hourglass!
We could mix our media,
transform ourselves into art.
Let’s grace my ticket scrapbook,
as partners in musical adventures.
the lives that we touch
kissed with memories
a reminiscence scrapbook
that only I can see
snapshots in my mind
the color starting to fade
edges furled and yellowed
blurred images portrayed
an album that keeps growing
as I journey on life's path
happiness, sometimes sorrow
when my heart looks back
In the back pocket
in a purse
hidden from view,
always on alert
capturing moments
smiles and fun;
a different kind of autograph
for your favorite star
and you can carry it
everywhere you are!
years go by
with a click of your 'pix'
easy to carry
second to none
a modern day scrapbook
a modern day cell phone
The river pours itself down lakes and streams;
along its way, collecting its baubles;
drift wood, rocks, feathers and leaves for its scrapbook.
It likes to wax philosophical in the moonlights rays;
It’s voice nearly silent, for the duration.
That’s when the night choir sings in its place.
SCRAPBOOK*
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album
musty paper
faded photos
edges fray, colors pale
a sojourn through yesteryears
sombering
*Note: Poem originally written for and submitted to “Vision of a Vignette2 Poetry Contest,” June 2025 (poetrysoup.com › poem › scrapbook_1741029) then deleted. This is my original poem
Sweet,
Caring memories,
resurrecting from the,
amorous pages of my life.
Past seemed so young and exuberant,
Behind my wrinkled face and sunken eyes,
Only your tender love makes my heart beat,
Only your lovely smile keeps me going in life,
Knowing one day, you will be gone from my life.
Sweet caring memories, resurrecting from the amorous pages of my life.
grandparents don’t want time out
the music stops from children’s tops
gone are the days they played with toys
spilled food dropped cleaned up with mops
cuddling in blankets, sews bonding joys.
photos in a scrapbook reviews the past
grandma & grandpa’s pride hangs on the wall
sentimental thoughts of blessings to last
lets have them back when they were small.
Missing You In Winter
No longer can I ignore it.
I see it through the window,
Your flowers gone.
A fallen pawn.
I feel winters kiss.
Watching the petals fall from you.
I keep them safe, I do.
My scrapbook of these silly games that mother nature names.
Come back to me my love.
Snow is falling from above.
Cover me.
Keep me warm.
Our love can weather any storm.
THOUGHTS ON MEMORIES
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what are memories?
echoes from another time?
vistas to the past?
captured memories
faces staring back at me
from scrapbook pages
memories connect
who I was to who I am
without them I’m lost
do memories die
no brain keeping them alive?
“perhaps not,” say I
maybe vibrations
sight unseen to naked eyes?
echoes across time?
Was born
To warm
Your heart
Was smart
Head bare
No hair
Small nose
Cute toes
Fat pink
Small stink
Sweetheart
I fart
Loud cry
Goodbye
Ma Ma
Ba Ba
Want tit
Good bit
I plead
You feed
I puke
Rebuke
Bad smell
From tail
I poop
Like soup
I pee
You flee
Breakthrough
I grew
Like storm
Age norm
Kid gloves
True love
3/22/2017
Contest Name: FABULOUS FUN FOOTLES
Sponsored by: JAN ALLISON
Written by Gail DeBole
on March 11, 2020
- Putting together a scrapbook of your child’s best moments
- Creating an heirloom bedspread out of old T-shirts for your child
- Framing a child’s stick-figure picture like it is the Mona Lisa
- Creating a new dessert, entre, or snack for the family
- Working on a relationship that is worth working on
- Working towards a goal whether or not it is achieved
- Writing a poem that uniquely describes a precious love
Still frames with dead eyed memories.
Magic marker’d promises;
open ended lies
that I can’t seem to forget.
No matter how far I bury this thing
inside my closet. You always find your
way back, with a smile blooming
like a drunken rose.
Fingers run to the edge
of our little world’s grave yard;
flipping the nights over..
Trying to find the picture;
a moment that will sate
the hunger of regret.
But I haven’t found it yet..
-James Kelley 2013 All rights reserved
Powerful way to achieve your goals is to create a Goals book
Buy a 3 ring binder
A scrapbook or an 8 ½ x 11 journal
Then create a separate page for each of your goals
Write the goal at top of the page
Illustrate it with pictures
Words and phrases that u cut of magazines
Catalogues and travel brochures that depict your goal as already achieved
As new goals and desires emerge
Simply add it to your list
In your Goals book
Review the pages of your Goals book everyday
Sad hands
soft sighs
Felt a loss
Her son away now flies
Alone and feeble
A scrapbook on her lap
Reminiscing
Because she can't get it back
Elementary Photographs
2nd grade
Proud of the Boy
And the progress that he made
High school Basketball
6ft 7inches tall
Mom took a picture
Forever displayed on Bedroom Wall
Son moves away
Just got married the other day
The mother called
Two voices had a lot to say
Missing Boy
Now D.A.
Time is gone
Then is Yesterday
"And I'll dance with you in Vienna,
I'll be wearing a river's disguise.
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder
my mouth on the dew of your thighs.
And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook,
with the photographs there and the moss.
And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty,
my cheap violin and my cross.
"Take This Waltz", a
translation by Leonard Cohen of
the poem "Little Viennese Waltz"
by Federico García Lorca.
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— Leonard Cohen (Stranger Music: Selected Poems and Songs)
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