Token(A) Poems - Poems about Token(A)

Tagoreweb era sukher lagi They, beseech love as a token of joy, love is nowhere to be called in

They, beseech love as a token of joy, love is nowhere to be called in
only to bid farewell to joy, left behind, a hymn
such is the glossy glaze of a subtle worldly longing , a fading heartsong to lull
oblivion and them, an array of whim, newly reborn, blossoming recklessly, vagabond a feel,
And so is the

Heartbroken is Love's Token

Hearts must break to earn the token.  
That love is tired and too softly spoken.  
How else can a hurting heart bleed,  
to reveal it’s overlooked and in need?  

Gathering the pieces, starting anew.
is what helps true love pull through,
the slime and sludge of dreariness,
weighing the heart down with weariness.

Use the

BROKEN TOKEN SAUSAGE BISCUIT-

broken token
despise disguise
~
holly-Holy
trouble double
~
eating bleeding
sausage biscuit

5/1/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©

Timeless Token

If rain poured 
in susurrating sounds 
   of unshed tears,
will ungrateful dialects
change their insincere
expressions of speech,
or will this unheard
voice forever be
lost as echoes within
glass walls, 
where lilac-feathered
   letters of farewell
written in red diamonds,
illustrate illusive 
narratives of an onyx heart
haunted by 
 holographic 
       harmonies,
in glitters

token

he gave worth to love 
no longer crying like a mourning dove 
he taught me happiness 
and touched me with tenderness 
the calmness of his breath 
had me high on meth 
his eyes a beautiful shade of blue 
the perfect view 
his voice always so deep 
all restless thoughts piled into a heap 
oh how

A Token Chance

A fool and his money is soon parted,

No truer words were ever spoken.

I spend a fortune taking chances,

The lottery teases with a token.

A Token Be

a brief symbolic
equivalent of...

reflections passing
in mind dreams...

be of a now
present reality...

buzzing what's
next...

as a consumption
of events...

of times passing
for some...

thing like
a next poem...


stans sand

A Token For the Master

Boiling away the edges
letting the core expand
Limitations drifting free
clarity at hand

Horizon coming at me
sky and earth as one
Sunsets in my memory
answers on the run

A token for the master
a pittance bye and bye
Value placed in what is not
scientists decry

My width and breadth immortal
the universe set free
To roam forever in my heart
—your eyes too blind to see

(Saint

The Token

While writing verse from now till then,
its toll I humbly paid

Across a bridge where time had stopped
—the truth to pass each way

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

Token Girl

shiny hard plastic heart
i become a work of art
i captivated a lonely assemble
and when they leave only i remember.

vintage bows and victorian dresses
i am the one who always impresses 
they need a doll that they can keep
so they can blossom after they weep.

legs of power hands of warmth
i mimicked it all for all its worth
i

Discreet

I know we've been taught to believe
that it's wrong to willfully deceive.
But raw truth causes cutting pain,
and friendships are never the same.
If rumors about a friend are spoken
deny them, pay them not a token.
If you're asked to judge another,
bypass his flaws, be as his brother.
Nothing good flows from words stark
hide them, bury them in the

Token Steps

Image of South Africa Cape Town Table provided by Pixabay

Token Steps 


Ruling winds the austral buttes naked slopes ...

                   as vortex smoky rise aloft Zulu's kraal
           

Tokens

I used to think of tokens 
in terms of appreciation
Until someone mentioned 
something in passing 
they said they had grown weary 
of being a token 
What a curious thing to say 
is what I thought at the time 
But I soon got to see it all 
for what it really was 
It often starts off

Token of Blessing

Token of Blessing

Simple brass token sits with anticipation,
Like pennies, abandoned in the streets, wait, 
Gracing my desk with reminisce 
Of an inlet crossed by a narrow bridge -
To an island basking in spring air
Or trembling in the nor’easters grip –
Finding open arms of smiles
To rest embraced in hospitality
Warmed in glowing fireside warmth
Before the matin hour,

Token of Courage

It was really unbelievable for her first 
She was not ready to accept it as well
But truth is a strong dictator 
Who never listen to anybody's likes or dislikes 
And make people understand it's power 

He whom she eloped with is just a body now 
The courageous army man dedicated 
his life to his mother

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