“Treasured Object Poems” pay tribute to a cherished possession.
In a free-verse poem – which may rhyme or not rhyme –writers describe the object, along with the emotions and memories that are associated with the object.
Life
Running down the hill,
Feeling my feet touch the ground,
Watching the concrete pass,
Down the street I go,
As I run towards home,
“Slow down” was the best part,
Shouting from my parents behind,
Now we are all separated,
My world fell apart,
Living in separate houses,
It was hard, but the time flew by,
“It’s so unfair” I say out loud,
“Life isn’t fair” says everyone around me,
There are no happy ever afters,
Not in this fairytale,
Heartbreak almost everyday,
Too busy to play,
Working all day,
And doing homework all night,
Never going to bed,
Until the time turns to midnight,
There is no correct moment,
To try and relax,
But even then there is no time to relax,
“I’ll sleep when I’m dead” my step-mom says,
And that is the truth,
I would never lie,
About the things in my life,
But when the world around me gets hard,
There is no one to count on but myself,
I take it with a grain of salt,
And never forget the time that is now lost,
Even though it’s a short goodbye,
The little red house with my father,
My childhood home,
I promise you, you were the best thing that happened in my life.
Bunny By Jacqueline Manfro
A wave of emotions comes over me
When I think of my Bunny
With soft brown fur and beady eyes
I can count on Bunny to help me realize
It’s only normal to feel mad
Jealous, emotional and even sad
It came to me when I was young
A Christmas gift from a loved one
Living on my bed so long
It’s always there, I can never go wrong
Bunny helped me time and time again
Even now and even then
Nostalgic, meaningful, and adored
I look to it when I am bored
Or don’t know what else to do
And even when I’m opposite of blue
So happy, yes, I can be so
And Bunny sits waiting with a glow
Kitty by Kelly Sodano
Kitty, My hero
The smell of dawn flowers
Light, distressed, yellow, starburst in color
Small enough to cuddle
Protecting me from my scariest nights
Watching me grow
From my Sketchers in a little store seeing a stuffed animal
From checking out of the store with my new friend
To meeting my new hero
A sunshine in the darkest days of my childhood
My guidance, My protector, My best friend
Traveling the furthest of places
Florida, Delaware, School
With a shooting star on her paw
So little yet so big in my heart
Capturing all the salty tears
Holding my hand when nobody else would
Evergreen eyes like the trees outside of my window
Offering a sweet escape from fear
A desire for serotonin, safety, security
A desire she granted
Although she is my childhood stuffed animal
I will never grow from her comfort
I will never forget the memories
I know I have no favorites but..
To my life time companion
You will always be held just a little tighter.
Thank you.
My Broken Dog By Addie Stafford
A little ceramic dog I got at a garden store
Yellow fur with hints of gold
A fur coat intricately carved with each line
Shining black glass eyes
A little black nose
Small enough for me to carry around
Everywhere
Give him baths in my sink
Watch tv with him on my couch
Pretend to feed him some of my dinner
Put him to bed in my pajama drawer
The night my brother knocked him off the counter
A big hole was smashed out of his head when he hit the bathroom floor
I put him away in my drawer
And I didn’t take it out until years later
My parents tried to buy me another, but it wasn’t the same
This one hadn’t been on all my adventures
It hadn’t grown so close to me
It wasn’t mine
What I really wanted was my old one to be fixed, but I knew that couldn’t happen
Too many of its pieces lost that night
Little chips I’d never be able to find
Pieces that might seem insignificant, but without them, it would never be complete
It is broken, but I still have it with me, on my bedroom dresser
All its broken pieces are pieces of my past
Whether they are gone now or not
They will always be a part of me
I keep my broken dog
And I will never get rid of it
