Trinket Poems - Poems about Trinket

the clock was taken out of the box and put in a place of honor. In memory of her cousin the honorable Judge Mc Donner. He had always loved these trinkets, they had belonged to his mother. Now that he was gone, they belonged to his youngest brother. The brother, an artist, had seen almost immediately How he could honor...

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FALLEN TRINKET Swiveling from her ears, dangling starlight. Smile like a crescent moon, seared into his eyes. She’s a Mona Lisa, with no fear of flying, slowly gliding through his glasses ~ a sparkling, dear dove. She’s soaring through the rainbow clouds. He hears her joyous flapping, tears like sprinkles on an ice cream cone. They touch his heart, her red...

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Her love was just a trinket, I wanted a pure jewel, I desired to give her the universe All she could carry was the moon. I waited for you in the forest You claimed you were at the sky, Yet this was the day I had brought The wings to wrap on your back. ~ Yet, no, I will not lose heart My kingdom of...

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Meryl's love was fool's gold, but he didn't want to think it... He loved *her* till she was very old surrounded by her trinkets. She fashioned trinkets all her life and put her soul into it... She wasn't the ideal wife, if he dared but think it. Meryl's love was not real... She only loved her trinkets. Blue and red were on her shelf if you...

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Her name was Ella and his name was Tim; They lived in a little village on the big island's rim. Each day in the early dawn they went for their swim; Just little Ella and big brother Tim. Now their little island was protected by a big barrier reef, And the village was ruled by their father the chief. There were...

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Doth behind your eyes Are hidden secrets there be What's that I hear In your daily sigh Something I dare Not to compare. Diligently I write Lives, romances Their strives, those satires Moment of my awakening Having been one awards Of the putrid deeds Of mankind, oh you Oxymoronic thing, you Man-kind. If only true, I could see In you that light It ought...

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She found it on the side of the road When she was eight years old A braclet with silver rainbows That was overlaid with gold It wasn't worth much money But priceless, in her eyes Nothing more than a trinket But a treasure she'd always prize She wore it on special occasions Like to weddings or a dance Anywhere she got dressed up Or whenever she...

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Trinket Glass bells Sweet tinkle plays Wistful sparkle of joy Teardrops....

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