Poems about Memories
#memories
Intriguing and captivating poetry about memories and remembrance. Memories collected throughout a lifetime, expressed through poems.
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Sacred Pendulum
At times I find myself feeling like Rapunzel
Trapped within the confines
Of an asphyxiating mind
Held captive by a unique brand of social dogma
Bewitched by beliefs that did not
Serve me well in the end
Leaving me so cold and lonely
This Ice Queen severely yearns for the return
Of her Fire Lord and his traveling horde of emotions
Forever gaslighting then love bombing
Toxic AF but true to the man that he is..unabashed
Spreading my legs..crash testing me nightly
I ached to the...
Trapped within the confines
Of an asphyxiating mind
Held captive by a unique brand of social dogma
Bewitched by beliefs that did not
Serve me well in the end
Leaving me so cold and lonely
This Ice Queen severely yearns for the return
Of her Fire Lord and his traveling horde of emotions
Forever gaslighting then love bombing
Toxic AF but true to the man that he is..unabashed
Spreading my legs..crash testing me nightly
I ached to the...
#lover
#memories
#passion
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Thank You
I want to thank you for raising me.
I know you could have pushed me to the side,
And did things like all the other kids did.
I want to thank you for practicing wrestling moves on me.
It taught me how to defend myself.
That's why the streets didn't conquer me.
I want to thank you stepping in and taking moms place,
When I was scared and had nightmares.
You were always there to fight off my demons.
I want to thank you for teaching me,
How to open our hidden Christmas presents,
And wrapping them back up, ...
I know you could have pushed me to the side,
And did things like all the other kids did.
I want to thank you for practicing wrestling moves on me.
It taught me how to defend myself.
That's why the streets didn't conquer me.
I want to thank you stepping in and taking moms place,
When I was scared and had nightmares.
You were always there to fight off my demons.
I want to thank you for teaching me,
How to open our hidden Christmas presents,
And wrapping them back up, ...
#brother
#memories
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my uncle and the snake
once while
swimming,
my uncle
was bit
by
a snake,
the snake
developed
acute alcohol
poisoning
and died.
swimming,
my uncle
was bit
by
a snake,
the snake
developed
acute alcohol
poisoning
and died.
#family
#water
#memories
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Distant Echo
Remembering as if yesterday
seance with a memory
words you use to say
now with a distant echo
I touch your pulse
and listen
like a mannequin in a shadow
tracing the stillness embrace
in old photographs
as you now sleep
with dew on the rose
remembering as if yesterday
seance with a memory
words you use to say
now with a distant echo
I touch your pulse
and listen
like a mannequin in a shadow
tracing the stillness embrace
in old photographs
as you now sleep
with dew on the rose
remembering as if yesterday
#memories
#WritingPoetry
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Every Tree Has a Memory
Every Tree Has a Memory
#nature
#memories
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The View From My Window
The September wind pushes the tree branches as they yield and sway, joyfully.
I sit quietly.
The dry leaves scatter like the goodbyes
of an old woman ready to leave this life.
The wind beckons the crisp fall air as if to say,
"Go to the place of your dreams with peace"
The streetlights' glow tell me it's either evening or morning.
But what do they know?
Birds sing with their wings dancing in the light.
The glimmer allows me to unfold a memory
I've tucked away in the hope chest of my heart
I look to the...
I sit quietly.
The dry leaves scatter like the goodbyes
of an old woman ready to leave this life.
The wind beckons the crisp fall air as if to say,
"Go to the place of your dreams with peace"
The streetlights' glow tell me it's either evening or morning.
But what do they know?
Birds sing with their wings dancing in the light.
The glimmer allows me to unfold a memory
I've tucked away in the hope chest of my heart
I look to the...
#sadness
#memories
#illness
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chicken dinner *
here
it is,
again
too close
to midnight,
i'm awake
and eating
cold potato
slices
that came
with my
chicken dinner
from earlier
in the day
maybe
i should
be
in bed
and dreaming
of more
luxurious
feasts,
but i
was raised
on
fried chicken
and potatoes.
it is,
again
too close
to midnight,
i'm awake
and eating
cold potato
slices
that came
with my
chicken dinner
from earlier
in the day
maybe
i should
be
in bed
and dreaming
of more
luxurious
feasts,
but i
was raised
on
fried chicken
and potatoes.
#family
#food
#memories
#freedom
#nostalgia
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Callie's Journals and Her Husband's Trust
March 21, 2024
This morning I’m holding Callie's journal, given to me by her grieving husband. I feel the weight of her absence as I begin to read her words. Memories of her vibrant life flood my mind. Callie lived fiercely (some would say wildly) embracing love in its many forms. Yet, in her faithful union with her husband of six years, she found solace and completeness.
As I sift through the pages, I'm struck by the intimacy and honesty of her thoughts. It’s a testament to her trust in me that he's passed this treasure into my hands. All her life passions, most...
This morning I’m holding Callie's journal, given to me by her grieving husband. I feel the weight of her absence as I begin to read her words. Memories of her vibrant life flood my mind. Callie lived fiercely (some would say wildly) embracing love in its many forms. Yet, in her faithful union with her husband of six years, she found solace and completeness.
As I sift through the pages, I'm struck by the intimacy and honesty of her thoughts. It’s a testament to her trust in me that he's passed this treasure into my hands. All her life passions, most...
#death
#LifeAsAWriter
#memories
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Melancholy in a Box
Music has always been a means to transport
Like a time machine
It lets us travel to certain phases and places now long gone
It can take us down memory lane
To where the brain may have forgotten specific memories
To where we may long to remember the pleasure
Or re-live the pain
But when the songs are on repeat
They become an endless melancholy in a box
Unable to move forward
Stuck on old wounds
Enjoying the cuts all over again
And whether they’re coming from the old ghetto blaster
Or Walkman
Or Zune
Whatever...
Like a time machine
It lets us travel to certain phases and places now long gone
It can take us down memory lane
To where the brain may have forgotten specific memories
To where we may long to remember the pleasure
Or re-live the pain
But when the songs are on repeat
They become an endless melancholy in a box
Unable to move forward
Stuck on old wounds
Enjoying the cuts all over again
And whether they’re coming from the old ghetto blaster
Or Walkman
Or Zune
Whatever...
#memories
#acceptance
#nostalgia #PersonalGrowth
#nostalgia #PersonalGrowth
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Becoming
Like falling snow on the river
sounds of silence
echoing
moon shining
a perfection for my beloved
the remnants of her presence
never escape for what I have become
sounds of silence
echoing
moon shining
a perfection for my beloved
the remnants of her presence
never escape for what I have become
#love
#motivational
#nature
#memories
#uplifting
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When.....
When was the last time
I smothered my face in your private place?
The last time I felt your fingers velvet rope my dreads
As I gave you head ?
Did my tongue script your body a novel?
Licked you Harlequin Romance style
Watch you squirm and grovel incoherent prayers to an un-seen god?
Yes, my darling..it's been a while
Since I've spread your thighs and traversed the Nile of you
The wile of you reciprocated
Sucking down such raw...
I smothered my face in your private place?
The last time I felt your fingers velvet rope my dreads
As I gave you head ?
Did my tongue script your body a novel?
Licked you Harlequin Romance style
Watch you squirm and grovel incoherent prayers to an un-seen god?
Yes, my darling..it's been a while
Since I've spread your thighs and traversed the Nile of you
The wile of you reciprocated
Sucking down such raw...
#erotic
#memories
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Facebook Memories
2016 – August
While watching Being Human (a show about a Vampire, a Werewolf and a Ghost)
Me: Babe, if a vampire offered you eternal life…
Wife: YES!
Me: Just like that huh? You’d watch me get old and die?
Wife: BYE FELICIA!
2015 – September
Showing the boys Naked Gun 2 ˝. Lt. Frank Drebin helps me explain the birds and the bees
Xavier (11): What? I don’t get it
Xander (10): I don’t get it either
(A hot dog lands on a bun on screen)
Both: Ooh! I GET IT
Me: It’s the artistic portion of the...
While watching Being Human (a show about a Vampire, a Werewolf and a Ghost)
Me: Babe, if a vampire offered you eternal life…
Wife: YES!
Me: Just like that huh? You’d watch me get old and die?
Wife: BYE FELICIA!
2015 – September
Showing the boys Naked Gun 2 ˝. Lt. Frank Drebin helps me explain the birds and the bees
Xavier (11): What? I don’t get it
Xander (10): I don’t get it either
(A hot dog lands on a bun on screen)
Both: Ooh! I GET IT
Me: It’s the artistic portion of the...
#children
#family
#funny #memories
#funny #memories
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