The beach is a trove of treasures that become collectibles
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
d e of
e v treasured
. p o beauties
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Contest: YOUR CHOICE nV
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Contest Judged: April 26th, 2025 10:22:00 AM
Placement: Eighth
I inherited from my father
a treasure trove of hope.
As I was in the twilight zone of content life
I wanted to sell the jewel
to someone who gave the highest price I wanted.
After many had walked away,
not buying at my quoted price,
a sullen man readily purchased without bargaining bout.
As he was leaving I asked him the reason
why he purchased on my terms.
He said he was under desperate pressure
within a mental rut, riding the rollercoaster of hopeless life
that he felt shatter and plummet
to a despondent dark depth of agony,
from where the gleam of the treasure,
he hoped would light up the pathway to happiness.
Hidden within sight
someone's talents calling out
look at me, look at.......
Jewelry box goodies
attic holds years of clothing
file cabinet nightmare
(Dedicated to Toni Marie Labadie.)
more than a river
more than a lake
even more than the ocean
I cherish a pond
The treasure trove’s buried, beloved
Goodness gracious, I am ready, rapacious
Dig daring, night and day, darling
There’s gems, gold to have, hold in our nest egg
You are right, Rene’. Why wait?
Truly this till’s our Honeymoon Hill
To yearly yearn for a real return
May 21, 2023
Alliterisen Poetry Contest
sponsored by Joseph May
The heart is a treasure trove
It is the communication point with God
It is where God lives
It is the prayer room
The receptive point of the
The Holy Spirit
And must be at its best
To attract the blessings of God
And so guard your heart jealously
God give us a hearing heart that cares
A heart that does not conceive evil
A heart that hears the voice of God
A heart that hears the voice of the Holy Spirit
A living heart does not die
It lives forever
they do have
knobs but
they don't
help to
open
it is a chest but
not a chest of
drawers since
there is only
one drawer
but no not
a night
stand
not a
one
night stand
yet nevertheless
there she is before
me as i scratch my head
though i know not to use that
to think with
but in fact
i do solve
and come
up with
an answer as she
sits by my feet
i have the key
to her lock
for she
yes is a chest
but for sure
a treasure
chest and
more
B roken heart crumbles into a mass of dark debris
R emains there in the shadow of deep depression
I mmersed in the desolate desire to once again be
N othing but what it was before the percussion
G lowing like a sparkling star for all others to see.
M ind in ceaseless turmoil sinks in dense despair
E nters a lightless lone hole no one would share.
T he dark tunnel appears not to have a lighted end
O nce lost you won’t find hands of family and friend.
L ife on earth is the most beautiful creation of God
I nfused in it is the prime element of perennial hope
F rom the dust of debris you will rise for you should
E nliven your soul to dwell in the enlightened trove.
April 13. 2018
Form : Acrostic (Rhymed)
Contest : Bring Me To Life
Sponsored by : Aiyah de Torres
Yesterday's tempest eroded the shore
uncovering part of a treasure trove.
For we found a ring with a crimson stone
and a few coins exposed near the mangrove.
My daughter fell in love with the prospect
of a rich harvest, and ran on ahead.
For that ring, forgotten for untold years,
held hope, and helped her enthusiasm spread.
In the misty fog, she's a mere shadow
a silhouette, moving with fluid grace.
And though I could no longer see her smile
I knew, that it was lighting up her face.
She runs to the beach with impatient feet
chasing down trinkets, given by the brine.
And hopes, to find a fabulous treasure,
while I am enjoying my time, with mine.
(Quatrain)
Apr.8, 2018
Ten Words - Poetry Contest
Joseph May
An ivory castle of delightful dreams
that holds on the memories of lost love.
A token of remembrance, a golden requiem
that is built on the wings of a mourning dove.
Taj Mahal for all lovers a quaint treasure trove.
Date: 06/13/2017
Note: For the contest (Form - Q) by Broken Wings.
*Placed Third*
The Taj Mahal meaning Crown of the Palace is an ivory-white marble mausoleum on the south bank of the Yamuna river in the Indian city of Agra. It was commissioned in 1632 by the Mughal emperor, Shah Jahan to house the tomb of his beloved wife, Mumtaz Mahal. It is an Embodiment of their legendary love and described by Noble Laureate - Rabindranath Tagore as "the teardrop on the cheek of time."
There is a little room in my house
one which I call my very own
it’s where I go to spend with myself
just to be quiet and have time alone
It’s such a real treasure to me
just to be there and do my thing
listen to music, write my poetry
really relaxing to feel real swing
Have PC, kindle fire all things tech
keeps me up to date so I know
all the world events going on
so everything works in my flow
That’s my place there to sit quietly
read the scriptures bow head to pray
what sweet serenity I have to ponder
all my treasure trove makes my day
Lock down the LIMPING GROVE.
PIRATES have stolen the TREASURE TROVE.
I know all about the garden shed, how you
Hide and make your bed.
Watching with a whimsical stare he replied
I know nothing of these TRAVESTIES.
HERE are SOME FACTS you MAY not know:
Tedious TEASING TUSSLES to taste the
Truth.
Merciless MUSING knows what treasures
You have stolen, then you will not
Continue to repose
Tell where you have roved lest I'll
Lance YOU WITH this BLADE, to get the JEWELS YOU have
Sought
Real, EXCEPTIONAL TREASURES
Can not be BOUGHT. Drop your sack where you stand, do
This as I demand. A search of the sack revealed
Nothing familiar. As he made a hasty EXIT a telling
Jingle was heard.
PRICELESS GOES the NINES WITH
FEARLESS YOU IN MIND.
Treasure trove
First crush,
Palpitations.....
A blush !
Passion,
Reverberates......
Ashen!
Love....
Superfluous.......
Trove.
Written November 29th, 2014
By Dr. Upma A. Sharma
For nette's Whispers of a muse contest
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