Treasure Poems - Poems about Treasure

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....

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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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The sight of a tree has been known to move people to tears of joy, while others, inexplicably, see it as something only to destroy. But here is an inescapable fact: when we help trees to grow and thrive, they certainly return the favor by helping us all to stay alive. When we gaze out our windows, they are a welcome canopy of green, and...

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“Do me well, Do me no harm. Do me well, Treat me like no stranger. Do me good, Don't make me sad. Do me well, Forget me not.” I painted worth gold to be stolen, I gather the thieves to my mind. Desperate enough just to be reminded, For what I have found I cannot find. It was an orange marmalade, A tea for a throat, to...

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2025.3.24 Sixty five days ago, on a sunny Saturday, I came here with some body. It was supposed to be our first time, But it turned out to be the last too. Time flies fast as it passed you. At the end of the trip, he suggested, We both wrote a poem each, It was not to compete, Just to express one own feeling. I...

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Habit is Heaven's tame redress: it tugs down the skirts of Happiness. —Alexander Pushkin, translation by Michael R. Burch Till, conquered by gusts of cold air, as Winter approaches, I find, on a branch that is otherwise bare, trembling, a leaf left behind. —Alexander Pushkin, translation by Michael R. Burch Whom to love, to trust and treasure, who won’t betray us in the end? Whose...

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You o p e n my heart, you fill it with love and care. It's now an~~o~c~e~a~n~~ limitless and full of...

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In life's crucible, I succumbed to a mystic trance, Where ephemeral allurements enthralled my soul's dance, The spirit beckoned, and I wandered into the heart Of "Akamara's" ancient tree, a realm of mystic art. Within its boughs, a world of wonder waited to unfold, A realm of supernatural beings, with powers to mold, Their feast was ambrosia, their waters crystal clear, A...

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Mind not dustbin To keep anger Or hate stays. Mind should store Good thoughts abounds Not garbage hall. Keep mind away From Satan's shots But God's words worth. Keep mind the box Of treasure worth World's gold combine....

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Somewhere amidst all the craziness. I feel a sense of bliss. A wholeness, In Aloneness. I Am not alone in this. Within is a witness. I AM this whole mess. I Thought I was So much less. I guess Its time to clean the mess. Always doing my best, I'm no Better than the Rest. Is this all a test? I Hope I passed, Rise up to my...

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