#antique poems on Hello Poetry

Anna Mar 2019

I’m whirling about
There’s fruit I’ve never seen
And chainsaws
Hanging from the ceiling
Collections of rusted
And nostalgic
Remnants
Playthings of my
Past memory
The people here
Mimic the eclectic offerings
Every part of the group
Teems with
Individuality
I feel cherubic laughter
Quiver my lungs again
I head for home
Clutching a book
I acquired
From this impeccable
Trove

A wonderful friend of mine invited me to the local flea market, and I couldn’t resist writing about it

#nostalgia #market #antique #happiness

Sky Sep 2018

russian doll effect

i swallow hard and the act breaks me in two, a deafening crack and the crease on my neck gives way like grandma's Russian doll i thought would never open again

#broken #cracking #pressure #relief #tension #antique #doll #grandma

Evan Jun 2018

Untitled #1

I'm looking for
love as limitless
as the amount of
antique shops in any
given small town,

where the stories of old
take the form of rickety
milk carton crates
refusing to be sold.

Give me love as strong
as those floorboards
gently cradling the past.

The owner flips the
sign on the door.

"Closed"

I was traveling through my home state and noticed that every single small town had an abundance of antique shops. Something about that hit me with an overwhelming feeling of inspiration and this poem was the result.

#love #antique #town #short

Careena Jan 2018

Refindings

Silver lining
Antique finding
Intertwined fingers
Browsing eyes

Indoor maze
Shifted gaze
Can't see all
Noticing some

Vintage room
Old spittoon
Strolling past
Items forgotten

Mirror reflects
Dust collects
We evlove
But never change

#antique

AtMidCode Nov 2017

Antique

Ears straining to hear
Skin trying to feel
My eyes can see
The olden times, the antiquity.

Recognizing--your voice, features, habits
Feeling the longing and relief. Familiarity.
We're two energies joining
And with our forces fusing . . . again.

#antique #fusion

Marye Minstrel Jun 2017

Demolition

The dirt of dusty decades
Lies upon the lath
Beneath a piece of plaster
I found a photograph

They smiled from the centuries;
Those mysterious three
Sent the musty memories
A message meant for me

Sara’s grave is gone, I guess
So long since laid low,
Yet, despite her ancient death
She smiles and waves ‘hello’

I cannot tell Annie’s age,
The words do not say
The owner wrote only names
Her face has frayed away

The baby in the buggy
Lifts a lively hand
She sits between her sisters
Beside the shining sand

This will be the only piece
From the dust so brown
That preserves their memory
Once we tear this house down

The story of an old daguerreotype I found inside a wall. The house was being demolished.

#demolition #photograph #memories #mystery #antique

Joshua Penrod May 2017

Fragile Hope

Hope is fragile hope is frail
My hope has aged within years of betrayal
Praying for a longer shelf-life than expected
Despite the cracks glued together with worn edges

Through hail storm and fire burn
Somehow my hope has survived
Despite being tossed around
And thrown from way up high

One night a proud display
The next evening packaged up and boxed away
Hope so strong it used to be worth every penny
Now it's torn clean up
Now I'm lucky to find any

So I'm sending my hope off to be restored
Maybe another's hands can make it shine
Just like before

But for now I go without
And I'm placed with petrifying doubt
Weather hope will be there for me
Once more.

"Fragile Hope" -Jp

#hope #loss #torn #broken #antique #fragile #lyrics #hopeless #hopeful #words #quotes #wordstoliveby #happy #sad #love

Àŧùl Feb 2017

Life Song

Verses:
We encounter many people in our life,
Some are ours whilst others are not.

Sometimes even relatives seem strangers,
And sometimes even strangers seem own.

Such relationships are truly strange,
Close to the hearts they seem sweet.

They seem ages old in spite of being new,
For such love & sweet strangers is this song.

Song:
Hmmm...
Hmmm..
Hmmm.

This is my story,
And your story,
How do I testify?

Words are yours,
Songs are mine,
What is the saga?

Yours...
Mine...
Relation is antique...

Yours...
Mine...
Relation is ages old...

Oh yours...
Mine...
Relation is antique...

Poems are mine,
Inspiration are you,
Still such distances...

From the depths of heart,
And from these clouds,
The calls are emanating...

Yours...
Mine...
Relation is antique...

Yours...
Mine...
Relation is ages old...

**...
Laaaa...
La la la...

Ending line:
Yea - that's it!

Translation of my musical composition in Hindi language which when sang to a modified happy tune of the Hindi number 'Tera Mera Rishta Puraana' sounds truly ethereal to my own ears.

My HP Poem #1408
©Atul Kaushal

#love #life #old #song #ages #antique #mera #rishta #tera #puraana