Treasure Poems - Poems about Treasure

I fill my little treasure box With things that people say Each one a precious tender note To bring joy to my day And when life turns from friend to foe When days are long and drear I pull each little keepsake out To fill my heart with cheer The words you say, the words you write Leave echoes in my heart The sweet...

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In an old-time real-book-with-pages feel in his day, Robert Louis Stevenson wrote 'Treasure Island', in his own inimitable way, and tho' I know I may be wrong, he could not have been pulling Long John Silver's leg, as John would not have had a leg to stand on, for, with his crutch (plus parrot), and I quote, 'He had still a foot...

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measuring masking duct Scotch painters carpenters tape tapeworm tape firm tape recording tape rewarding wordplay word say tape...

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A good wife is the best treasure to own~ Gemstone none can detest, A light darkness can't arrest, Peace she brings none can contest....

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(Checked by Syllables Counter: howmanysyllables.com) Juneberries sweetish juneberries grow where wildness softly weaves awake summer scents, hidden treasure amidst leaves ...

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Weaving a web through dimensions, Each reality an extension, A learning session, Aiding in ascension. Weaving a path within, Infinite positions to sit in, Waiting on perfection. An intersection of timelines, Creating the perfect design, My mind traces the lines, I find I'm doing fine, The design has been refined, The whole picture divine, Each life...

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A pirate’s pile of untouched treasure, that’s said to belong to One-eyed Willy. It’s never been found, no not ever. The map shows we have to be clever, don’t you realize what you could see? A pirate’s pile of untouched treasure. Family ties we must briefly sever in order to truly become a Goonie. It’s never been found, no not ever....

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We do not speak out of our own strength, Rather it's a response.. the word of God makes, He gives us the keys of authority to speak against fear, And the word of God speaks loud and clear, Our voice is an instrument and the chords open doors, The beauty of His word shows our hearts more, He sets the stage...

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Precious gifts, society's treasures, Gifted from above, joy's warm glow. Aged hearts find solace, homes filled with glee, Yet harm them, and harm yourself, a truth to see. Forgiving and gentle, they shine radiant, In a twinkling, conflicts fade in a moment. Jesus' wisdom resounds: learn from their paths, Tend them with care, and blessings will bloom. Guardians of innocence, counselors of heart, Parents,...

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It lifts up the downtrodden Delivers hope to the forgotten Inspires the youth of generations on end even helps the disabled mend Words that soar on...

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Sweetness~ that's what you are, the last smile of sunset. Your love seeps into memory, fixing the old riddle love once foretold, bringing smiles and true affection~ like a treasure to own, as my own crush, my warmth. Contest: YOUR CHOICE b Sponsored by: Brian Strand Contest Judged: May 6th, 2025 9:36:00 PM Placement: Honourable Mention...

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Yaldabaoth's throat was bound ~ by a necklace of pearls secured by Christ's gold (Inspired by the final line of the Song for Saint Ursula, by Hildegard of Bingen)....

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"The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever." — Jacques Cousteau It was an early summer morning at the desolate beach Seagulls soared over the water searching for crabs within reach The waves gently crashed ashore and left ocean treasures to find, sea glass, star fish, urchins and other ocean debris of...

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Hie thee now by warning taught The path ahead be peril fraught Each breath taken carried past Each step taken counted last To strive against such dangers rife Tis better chance the falling knife For what portends from grand emprise By hazards wroth may be surmised That loot awaits at ventures end For those whom Deaths hand doth forfend But take thee heed and be...

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My sweetness, from you, my first meal, Exclusively for six. And for many more months after~ The grub that made me tick. You'd go hungry for me to eat. Still my tum begs for more What yours for days has been denied, For hunger there to roar. Empty tummy twirls blank your eyes, Then you fall down and faint. Still you rise just to find...

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