Treasures Poems - Poems about Treasures

“Lost, special treasures truly break our hearts- more so, those honed by our creative arts .” ...

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your sweet ways your welcoming smile your loving gaze your soothing voice your demonstrated pleasure are my treasures of love...

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Are those stars, all failed wishes? Perhaps, bright twinkles for extended reach stars for dazzle and to teach time means more to man than faith God is loyal, and always the same in ways, countless, guiding us beloved and dearly treasured youthful sparkles -- ...

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The real treasures of a man Are in his soul Are all the beautiful feelings in it The strength with which He gets up whenever life knocks him The kindness, the generosity with which He shares all that is good and most beautiful The faith and love with which He gives himself to the world....

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When seeking treasures in this world… may we be blessed to see… sometimes we need to look no farther than our friends and family. ...

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My knees held tightly to my chest, I thought the storm clouds were miles off in the distance, Of someone else's distress. But morning came, and the storm remained. No water nor washing could wipe away the stains of sorrows And restlessness from my covers- My detrimental haven... I could rot away here, the irony being I already do. What treasures can...

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Legos, crayons, yo-yo’s, shells, Key chains, postcards, notes from camp, Magnifying glasses, tokens And a clip-on bedside lamp… Action figures, racing cars, Sticker books and rubber snakes, Pez dispensers, memo pads and Statuettes with cracks and breaks… Baseball cards and ping-pong balls, Loose erasers, sweatbands, dice - Most would take a glance and toss ‘em, Never even thinking twice. Going through my kids’ old treasures, That is what...

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Hidden treasures in my mind... Cherished memories with you. Some are easier to find Mapped out on a print of blue. Others are harder to recall Although they are retained. Despite this, I still love them all... Inside my head - contained. Maps that I have drawn of past Co-ordinates and places. Either lost or made to last... The good times and their faces. Along my way...

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Mankind seems a fraction lost chasing truffles and treasures through the sawdust of his mind. Beating back wild hogs in the backwaters of temptations as emerald jacket croakers play hide and seek with cattails swaying back and forth through their mossy incarnations. Nobody cares to sacrifice amidst the briar to walk in the steel toed heartache of another. ...nobody yearns to meet the silky eye of...

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To the red dust of the Highveld plains and KwaZulu koppies; Where young feet roamed and in its earth-breathe did romp Beneath golden haze, as in an oil canvas, the sunset lay ...

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In the corner of a room is a showcase received from a library rummage sale. It's being utilized differently than its original purpose for the public. It is now very much a family focus. On top of the case are two pairs of small shoes originally purchased some 40 years ago for our sons who are now 42 and 46. Three garments hang...

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Rummaging in my attic- found in a withered white box; one each for the three of them- my son's and two daughter's births. Small treasures, hidden for years discovered as a surprise- ...

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She firmly gripped the cardboard box as though it housed the formulas for happiness, longevity, and peace, as if it held a million dollars and a bag of gems. She sipped her bottled water that must last until the rescue team could reach her where she hovered on the roof alone and prayed as murky water crept up inch by inch. At...

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pink basket, diving for eggs this plastic okay as long as they are all recovered and don’t lay like a wreck in the sea pink basket, frog kick, acrobatics and bubbles amidst the handpicked Easter eggs, beholding treasures of the deep pink basket, God’s eye deep and wide, never misses our whereabouts neither our joys or sufferings the cross on land never plunged into the deep, but the blood of Christ counts all the...

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In the dawn's gentle light, a miracle did unfold, A mother's love, pure and bold. Through the pains she bore, her heart did soar, As she welcomed her child, whom she adored. Sleepless nights, weary eyes, yet she never falters, Her love, a beacon that never alters. With tender care, she watched her child grow, Guiding with wisdom, her love on full...

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