Snapshot Poems - Poems about Snapshot

...Quote:"True nostalgia is an ephemeral composition of disjointed memories."-- Florence King In the quiet folds of memory's embrace, Where whispers of the past find their place, There lies a fr......Read the rest...

...Snap of The Past Forgotten A fragile snapshot trapped in time, A smile etched deep within my mind, One moment captured, yet so profound, An image shared, yet now all alone. As memories fade like......Read the rest...

... ~ April smells as spring ... but you never know what you'll get - don't judge yesterday ~ quote by poet A snapshot o......Read the rest...

... Springtime facade shines in embellished topography, embroidered enshrined on Monet landscape, luminous in effervescent elegance with sparkle of blue lagoon in dreaming ebullient ......Read the rest...

...As one grows old, when evening approaches, memories too lengthen like shadows. Now I remember more often my parents wondering how much sweat and toil they had shed to make their children comfortable,......Read the rest...

...Do not be envious of the water that waters another's yard The grass is always greener, and a reason for their trivial mirth Remember the green grows from dirt We are all victims of light, Polaro......Read the rest...

... The chromatic cords of splendorous spring embroider arcane art on convivial tapestry embellished elegance dramatically drapes the luminous landscape of vibrant vivacity as dream-drench......Read the rest...

... Fingertips touch the polaroid photo my smile is transformed to teardrops; Locked in a box for so long I’d almost forgotten that moment; It wears a crease but not badly damaged maybe now I......Read the rest...

...This is a poem about the University city of Cambridge in the UK , although I have only been there a few times , I decided to write a poem about it. Lord Bryon one of the great romantic poets kept a B......Read the rest...

... In the void of my transitional mind, the aimless scatter-shots of snapshot in kind finding itheir way.through pokes in the brine. Saran wrap bindings of biased memories, invent orys,......Read the rest...

... Time turns on wrinkled canvas, winter spider in twilight hour weaves senility web, empty eyes wander in wasteland. Hedonist psyche refuses to gauge the grief of loss. Face morphs into ......Read the rest...

...In an Indian home, at break of day, It is a tender scene, in a timeless way. A mother's love, a daughter's quest, In this morning light, they're truly blessed. On the floor, their space is shar......Read the rest...

... Penultimate misty mile resonates pined sunset swan song of forlorn footprints transformed to flattened anonymity. In the shadow of cleaved cloud in swarming storm turmoil threads we......Read the rest...

...ABORT ABORT but Donaldson was already drifting further and further away from us the thickness of his suit decreasing as his courageous kindness floated on within his demise and all I could do......Read the rest...

... I approach the wooded trails and hear nothing save for my footfalls crunching in the soft snow. It is the kind of winter day that even a feather falls without drifting one way or the other.......Read the rest...