Poems about Memories
#memories
Intriguing and captivating poetry about memories and remembrance. Memories collected throughout a lifetime, expressed through poems.
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
Today 10:20am
Today 10:20am
A sight I will never forget
A UPS truck ran into a telephone pole on the corner near my home
I was 10
Skinny freaked out, wild eyed and full of shit
The driver's head went through the windshield
Exploded on the telephone pole
Never occurred to me
The beauty of that scene
Blood, brains and all that milk
Everything ran down to the gutter
I ran down the hill observing the greying milk snake
My parents on the other hand were quite annoyed
The package they were expecting was destroyed!
I was 10
Skinny freaked out, wild eyed and full of shit
The driver's head went through the windshield
Exploded on the telephone pole
Never occurred to me
The beauty of that scene
Blood, brains and all that milk
Everything ran down to the gutter
I ran down the hill observing the greying milk snake
My parents on the other hand were quite annoyed
The package they were expecting was destroyed!
#cars
#childhood
#death
#horror
#memories
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oldmanG
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:19pm
Yesterday 10:19pm
Autumn of My Years
Autumn of My Years
Gold leaf tumbles down
In late November
Falls into to the home
Of Family Dinner
Turkey Bird of a Day
And Football mixed in
16 to 18 strong
Tucked into a Rowhouse
With eatin tables
For the children
Even when I grew up
Wanted to sit with them
Watching a Dolphin
Sitting in the Snow
Leon please don’t Lett
The Ball Go
Halftime Approaches
Now comes the best part
First one out the door
With a Pigskin on Palm
...
Gold leaf tumbles down
In late November
Falls into to the home
Of Family Dinner
Turkey Bird of a Day
And Football mixed in
16 to 18 strong
Tucked into a Rowhouse
With eatin tables
For the children
Even when I grew up
Wanted to sit with them
Watching a Dolphin
Sitting in the Snow
Leon please don’t Lett
The Ball Go
Halftime Approaches
Now comes the best part
First one out the door
With a Pigskin on Palm
...
#children
#emotions
#family
#love
#memories
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:33pm
Yesterday 7:33pm
That's All I Ask
If I could just hold you one last time
If I could just hear your voice again
Just to hear you say my name
Just to hold your hand as we watch the setting sun
The hands of the world reached out to you
But you were just somewhere else
We all tried to save you
But you were someone else
I want to cling to the old, familiar and the free
But when I reached for you it was no longer there for me
I can't remember a day when the news wasn't there
Knowing that your gone is our burden to bare
I only saw black that day
Will I ever...
If I could just hear your voice again
Just to hear you say my name
Just to hold your hand as we watch the setting sun
The hands of the world reached out to you
But you were just somewhere else
We all tried to save you
But you were someone else
I want to cling to the old, familiar and the free
But when I reached for you it was no longer there for me
I can't remember a day when the news wasn't there
Knowing that your gone is our burden to bare
I only saw black that day
Will I ever...
#grief
#heartbroken
#love
#memories
#sadness
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:22pm
Yesterday 2:22pm
Secrets - Vow Of Silence
They say the bike race was my idea, that you and the others would have preferred to stay indoors that August Bank Holiday Monday. In the shade where it was nice and cool. But your mum agreed with me. It's a lovely day, she said, why don't you go out and play in the park before school starts again?
Except I lied, according to the evidence. I suggested the local park; that's true. But once we got out, I came up with the idea of going in the opposite direction, to Whaley Hill. Our parents didn't like us going to Whaley Hill, especially the reservoir at the top. They thought the hill...
Except I lied, according to the evidence. I suggested the local park; that's true. But once we got out, I came up with the idea of going in the opposite direction, to Whaley Hill. Our parents didn't like us going to Whaley Hill, especially the reservoir at the top. They thought the hill...
#childhood
#memories
#mystery #risk
#mystery #risk
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Pinkdreams
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:48am
Yesterday 00:48am
Laughlin from the Sky
A sudden land blaze
Where am I?
The sky is honest
The land tells lies.
So many patchwork quilts
Neat human geometry
the higher you go.
45 minutes from Phoenix
a small crop of flashing signs below,
a river behind them.
I'm always guessing in the air
Where am I?
But I'm fairly certain i know this: Laughlin, Nevada
A weekend...what?
Fourteen years ago?
I want to start parsing that weekend
Neat cognitive geometry
Remembering this
Selectively forgetting that. ...
Where am I?
The sky is honest
The land tells lies.
So many patchwork quilts
Neat human geometry
the higher you go.
45 minutes from Phoenix
a small crop of flashing signs below,
a river behind them.
I'm always guessing in the air
Where am I?
But I'm fairly certain i know this: Laughlin, Nevada
A weekend...what?
Fourteen years ago?
I want to start parsing that weekend
Neat cognitive geometry
Remembering this
Selectively forgetting that. ...
#lust
#memories
#travel
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SeaCat
Poem Published
1st Dec 2024 9:04pm
1st Dec 2024 9:04pm
Mid six week summer break
I wake, early,
to the dawn chorus coda, an oriole calling as a flute,
while I lay on my pillow,
an ivory mountain.
It’s August, middle of the six week schooling break,
and the day’s horizon shimmer beckons with sweet breath.
I follow the stream, where Kingfishers glide,
and dragonflies ply the sparkling water lanes.
to the dawn chorus coda, an oriole calling as a flute,
while I lay on my pillow,
an ivory mountain.
It’s August, middle of the six week schooling break,
and the day’s horizon shimmer beckons with sweet breath.
I follow the stream, where Kingfishers glide,
and dragonflies ply the sparkling water lanes.
#memories
#nostalgia
#school #summer
#school #summer
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 7:29pm
30th Nov 2024 7:29pm
Feel Too Immobilized to Write Sometimes
As a girl who went through severe abuse, I often have staring spells, feeling so catatonic.
Can't get myself to write a lot of times. The words get stuck in my throat, in dark recesses of my mind.
My brain can't handle what they did to me... But again, I know I'm crawling,
and I will make myself out of the well
like Samara Morgan
but not haunt others
but to teach them
how to really love
even as a person who thought she never could
Can't get myself to write a lot of times. The words get stuck in my throat, in dark recesses of my mind.
My brain can't handle what they did to me... But again, I know I'm crawling,
and I will make myself out of the well
like Samara Morgan
but not haunt others
but to teach them
how to really love
even as a person who thought she never could
#memories
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MusicallyMrM
Bumped 30th Nov 2024 5:17am
31st Jul 2024 6:06pm
31st Jul 2024 6:06pm
Epiphany (on the Last Day of Forever)
"Sometimes we don't know what we need and then what we need happens." C.E.W.
…...and it boggles the mind to think
that after all this time,
as we have traversed different roads
of life we find that in our now, “I am what you need”
yet
I am forced to entertain a “next lifetime”
because there is a he
and there is a she
“but I love your more”.......how can this be?
An epiphany
and I want you now
My mind tends to...
…...and it boggles the mind to think
that after all this time,
as we have traversed different roads
of life we find that in our now, “I am what you need”
yet
I am forced to entertain a “next lifetime”
because there is a he
and there is a she
“but I love your more”.......how can this be?
An epiphany
and I want you now
My mind tends to...
#dreams
#love
#memories
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oldmanG
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 7:38am
27th Nov 2024 7:38am
Cell Phone
cell phone
Walk around think I know it all
If I don’t I’ll look it up
Parents know nothing
Tell me what to do
God forbid say the wrong thing
Child chastising
Knowing in a piece of technology
Know nothing about being real
Pick em up put em in
Phone is out as soon as she’s in
Silence in the chamber
She saw something she wanted
Syllables leave her tongue
Don’t know who she is
Stranger in my life
How is this that
Walk with her pick a flower
Now she runs...
Walk around think I know it all
If I don’t I’ll look it up
Parents know nothing
Tell me what to do
God forbid say the wrong thing
Child chastising
Knowing in a piece of technology
Know nothing about being real
Pick em up put em in
Phone is out as soon as she’s in
Silence in the chamber
She saw something she wanted
Syllables leave her tongue
Don’t know who she is
Stranger in my life
How is this that
Walk with her pick a flower
Now she runs...
#daughter
#emptiness
#father
#love
#memories
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 9:23am
26th Nov 2024 9:23am
Silent - The Dark
Bring back some chocolate anyway. Yes, and some red. If you're having a drink, so am I.'
'Sure.' I give Mel a mock salute and leave, taking the lift down to the ground floor. When I step into the entrance hall, the same creepy silence from earlier greets me, interrupted only by the steady tap of drizzle on the glass dome in the ceiling. I'm standing in darkness. All the lights have gone out. I try one of the switches on the wall. Nothing happens. Odd. For a second or two, I think I hear footsteps on one of the balconies. Light rapid ones.
'Hello?' I call up...
'Sure.' I give Mel a mock salute and leave, taking the lift down to the ground floor. When I step into the entrance hall, the same creepy silence from earlier greets me, interrupted only by the steady tap of drizzle on the glass dome in the ceiling. I'm standing in darkness. All the lights have gone out. I try one of the switches on the wall. Nothing happens. Odd. For a second or two, I think I hear footsteps on one of the balconies. Light rapid ones.
'Hello?' I call up...
#memories
#mystery
#risk
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 2:01am
26th Nov 2024 2:01am
Eternal Blessing
I was sitting on the porch with my Grandfather, when he made the comment, Thank You God!"
But me in my ignorance, and being school educated, decided in an instance that he didn't
have anything to be thankful for. By mistaking ignorance for intelligence, I quickly took in
all that he had in this world. From little more than a shack for a house, a pair bib overalls
he probably brought before I was born, and a pair brogans suffering from to much mending.
Now my school education taught me that the dumbest question is the unasked ones. So I
asked him,"What...
But me in my ignorance, and being school educated, decided in an instance that he didn't
have anything to be thankful for. By mistaking ignorance for intelligence, I quickly took in
all that he had in this world. From little more than a shack for a house, a pair bib overalls
he probably brought before I was born, and a pair brogans suffering from to much mending.
Now my school education taught me that the dumbest question is the unasked ones. So I
asked him,"What...
#family
#love
#memories
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Mars_August
Mars August
Mars August
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 3:27pm
25th Nov 2024 3:27pm
Between Points
I lived my whole life under a canopy of sickly clouds
mirroring the clogged earth
with no bearing to my place between them
Until I found the wilderness
and saw the stars for the first time
stood astonished, palms upright as if to say
“more”
you were written between points of the constellations
covering the distance of Ara the Altar
cosmic scripture that rained truths
and myths
and belief
on the crown of my hollow head
What would I have to do to make home here
I cannot go back to where there is no sky
mirroring the clogged earth
with no bearing to my place between them
Until I found the wilderness
and saw the stars for the first time
stood astonished, palms upright as if to say
“more”
you were written between points of the constellations
covering the distance of Ara the Altar
cosmic scripture that rained truths
and myths
and belief
on the crown of my hollow head
What would I have to do to make home here
I cannot go back to where there is no sky
#FallingInLove
#learning
#love
#memories
#spiritual
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