Trees are your best antiques.
quote by Alexander Smith
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
A Writer's Room
A desk by a window
A quiet room with a few antiques
Two book shelves and the internet
I visit so many poets and writers
Dawn shines on wood floors
Trees in the yard always inspire
They’re so real and unpretentious
They teach us beauty is being ourselves
The sun rises, latter the moon
Silence and ticking clocks
Pictures and photos that mean something
Sometimes I put on some music
Some can write anywhere
I seem to gather inspiration
A hot cup coffee and I am ready to go
I like this room for writing
My muse seems to like this old house
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
I collect antiques. Why? Because they're beautiful.
quote by Broderick Crawford
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Remember that the most valuable antiques are dear old friends.
quote by H. Jackson Brown, Jr.
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
I've got a stag weekend coming up and I've said I'm not doing anything more than a few drinks. I won't have it. I'll go home and watch Antiques Roadshow.
quote by Martin Freeman
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
My mom decorated with lots of antiques. I never liked it when I was a little girl - I wanted to live in a modern house. But now I love it.
quote by Paris Hilton
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Among the Trees
I wonder lost among the trees
Looking for the one my heart calls for
I wonder lost among the trees
I see your light amongst the dark
I wonder lost among the trees
Your light is brighter then the rest
I wonder lost among the trees
Your light is out of my reach
I wonder lost among the trees
Your light comes closer
I wonder lost among the trees
Your light is bright like an angel from the sky
I wonder lost among the trees
Your light fades away and leaves me alone
I wonder lost among the trees
Without a hand to guide the way
I wonder lost among the trees
Looking for my guiding light
I wonder lost among the trees
I wonder lost, alone
I wonder afraid of the world
Around me I look for the one
I wonder lost among the trees
I wonder lost and alone forever...................................
poem by kelly Martini
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
I had already done a lot of research for Rough Riders, keeping notebooks and old photographs. Some of the books were antiques for that time period, with the covers falling off.
quote by Tom Berenger
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
I was always fascinated, even as a child, by antiques and ancient times. I always felt I should have been born in the 17th or 18th century. They really had a big stone castle with authentic furniture.
quote by Margaret O'Brien
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Contents for contexts
The song sung for an occasion
Or for an audience is dead
Once the situation is over
And the purpose is over.
The resurrection of those songs
Will not imbue with interest
Unless they are held as antiques.
Contents get value from contexts.
30.01.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Collection.
Our best antiques
Are the trees.
The sky
Has all the great galleries.
The stars light up
This dazzling show.
And coolest decor
Is wall to wall snow.
Topped with silver beams
From the moon.
Suspending our dreams
Like a yellow balloon,
That will never fly away.
That collection
Outside our window
Each day.
Sunrise,
The artist did miss.
Lakeside peace,
Undiscovered bliss.
Music hummed
By a tuneful breeze.
Sculptures posing
In deep freeze.
Those snowmen crafted by the young.
In parks and streets
Where winter clung.
Until Spring
Introduced its flower show.
A catwalk of colour
Sways to and fro.
Their sunkissed faces
Pout to perfection.
This years
Very latest collection.
poem by Kevin East
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A Countryside Dream
Harry and his wife were up in their loft
at their home just outside Felixstowe
they were rummaging through stuff
left to them by his eccentric Aunt Flo.
'Old Flo loved to collect antiques, said Harry
she was always going to auctions and sales
so you never know what we could find
look, remember this old painting she bought in Wales? '
They wiped away years of dust and cobwebs
to reveal a picture of verdant fields and a stream
in the bottom corner was the artists signature
on the back were the words: A Countryside Dream.
Whilst looking for the picture and artist on the Internet
Harry suddenly began to sweat and then shake
because unbeknown to his eccentric Aunt Flo
she had obtained a masterpiece by the great Mr Cake.
So the painting went up for sale at Sotheby's
Harry and his wife wondering how much would it make?
It eventually sold for a staggering Fifty Million Quid
this Victorian masterpiece by the illustrious Mr Cake.
But sadly this tale isn't all what it seems
as poor old Harry was just having a weird dream
he'd fallen asleep whist watching the Antiques Roadshow
after eating far too much Cake, and Ice-Cream!
poem by Kevin Halls
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Ferry 'Cross The Mersey
Bootle
on Merseyside
known for its docklands
antiques and art exhibitions
also a grand strand shopping centre.
Gerry and the Pacemakers
sang that popular song
and it lingers in
Bootle
poem by Joyce Hemsley
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
All The Good To The Religion
The religion is a zoo,
Where we harbor the outdated.
The religion is a museum,
Where we treasure the antiques.
The religion is an orphanage,
To which we offer for no returns.
The religion is a tribe,
Where we serve for the chieftains.
All the good is attributed to it.
All the evils are attributable to it.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Plant More Trees
Plant more trees
As it looks green
And save the homes of the animals please.
Plant more trees
As it looks green
To keep the humans safe
From pollution and disease.
Plant more trees
As it looks green
To keep the cities beautiful and clean.
And throw the garbage into a dustbin.
Stop cutting trees
And plant more trees
For a long live of you and me!
poem by Srijita Das
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Where Trees Are, I Am!
Just trees will grow in shapes that please,
My shapes do grow like limbs;
Eyes see, ears hear - abilities!
But trees possess just whims.
Where trees are, I am! So you are
The one with limbs, the one
Who swears with words always bizarre,
Phrases of prediction.
The plants called trees are super-wise,
The stalks are trunks profound,
Their limbs and roots also advise,
The trees are aboveground.
poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
My beautiful flowering trees
My beautiful flowering trees
One day I shall buy some land
Plant countless seeds
And watch them grow
Into beautiful flowering trees
A cool breeze
Will bring me
Sweet fragrances
From a thousand flowering trees
I shall listen
To the songs
From birds perched
In the tall flowering trees
I shall play
With my children and theirs
In the vast expanse of green
Amongst beautiful flowering trees
One day I shall rest
Passing into oblivion
My ashes scattered
Amidst the beautiful flowering trees
by Ash (Rishi's Dad)
poem by Rishi Menon
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Choked
Trees above her, below her, to each side of her
Fog obstructing her view, where should she be?
She cannot tell what day it is any more than she can tell what time it is
Which way should she turn?
The fog swallows her feet
When she thinks she has found the right path, she sees an opening...
Then the fog swallows it
She has been misled again
...and again
......and again
She screams, she’s tired; she is choked by the fog, betrayed by the trees
Feels like she’s been here forever
Trees that don’t talk back anymore
No one is there to guide her
She is lost
The trees and fog are making her second guess every step she makes
Mocking her, humiliating her, laughing at her
At one time she thought they would lead her
Following each way the breeze decided to sway the trees
Going with the fog because where there is fog there is water
Water leads her to place she needs to be
If only the fog was not so thick
if only the trees would talk again
If....If....IF! !
If only she was not lost
The trees and the fog swallows her
Then spits her out when she is nothing more
Nothing is left
Besides a new start
God! Please help me!
poem by Ashley Joyce Forbus
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Sonnet: Grow Trees
The branches cut the wind fierce to a breeze;
The leaves break sunlight into chequered beams;
The shade of trees affords all travelers peace;
The wearied ones sleep ’neath the trees in dreams!
And birds too build their nests on branches high;
The squirrels eat their berries with great joy;
The trees make verdant all landscape near-by;
And attract rain in which children enjoy!
Trees make the earth greener and beautiful,
Adding oxygen to the air we breathe;
Preserve its trees, man! Nature is grateful;
The leaves and flowers can make us a wreath.
Trees are so useful to mankind always;
’midst good trees, men have spent their earthly days!
7-14-2002
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
They Remain Beautiful To Behold
there are trees without leaves
there are those
that do not flower
that do not give you
any fruit at all
yet these trees remain
trees
and i do not entertain
any idea
of an ax
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Trees under the sun,
trees, hosting man and woman
Trees, our own clean lungs!
haiku by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!