Poems about Memories
#memories
Intriguing and captivating poetry about memories and remembrance. Memories collected throughout a lifetime, expressed through poems.
Lozzamus
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:09am
Yesterday 9:09am
Secrets - Disagreement
What's up?' Mel says as I make a start of the supper. 'Is it about that bloke downstairs offering to teach Robert the harmonica?'
She's chosen her moment well. Robert's in the shower. 'Well,' I say. 'You saw how he was with Freddy.'
'He was just intrigued, that's all.'
'Yeah, I know. But I'm his dad.'
'Yes, and you’re a good dad.'
'Really?'
'Course you are.'
'Look, he doesn't speak to me. He blanks me all the time.'
'Me too,' Mel says. 'Listen, I've been thinking about it a lot...
She's chosen her moment well. Robert's in the shower. 'Well,' I say. 'You saw how he was with Freddy.'
'He was just intrigued, that's all.'
'Yeah, I know. But I'm his dad.'
'Yes, and you’re a good dad.'
'Really?'
'Course you are.'
'Look, he doesn't speak to me. He blanks me all the time.'
'Me too,' Mel says. 'Listen, I've been thinking about it a lot...
#childhood
#family
#memories
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Lilliputian
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 10:39pm
5th Jan 2025 10:39pm
Archives
Your archives, nestled in my brain,
Well kept and cloaked in satin
Own my next thought,
Holding my mournful leaves with every note.
Bitterly glazed over,
These archives of you,
Piercing holes onto my chest,
Drawing tears down my cheeks.
With a weight of a feather,
My words fell weak on the knees,
Begging for yours to be seen,
For you to taste my ink.
My hands are getting colder,
My pen is breathing its last,
And my archives about you
Are left unread.
Well kept and cloaked in satin
Own my next thought,
Holding my mournful leaves with every note.
Bitterly glazed over,
These archives of you,
Piercing holes onto my chest,
Drawing tears down my cheeks.
With a weight of a feather,
My words fell weak on the knees,
Begging for yours to be seen,
For you to taste my ink.
My hands are getting colder,
My pen is breathing its last,
And my archives about you
Are left unread.
#memories
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Tenderloin
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 2:30pm
5th Jan 2025 2:30pm
Amusement Of Mind
There is no rush, my love
we've defied time and space
more than a few times
sometimes lost
and then found
in a sweet rhyme
And oh, how we've inspired
the amusements of mind
pushing in,
pulling out
pleasures spilled
on the rewind
I've been a problem to myself
always a creature of doubt
instead of enjoying
what is offered
to provide a smile
not a pout
I don't take it lightly,
but I know I must chill
and plunge myself
in the stamina
and push myself...
we've defied time and space
more than a few times
sometimes lost
and then found
in a sweet rhyme
And oh, how we've inspired
the amusements of mind
pushing in,
pulling out
pleasures spilled
on the rewind
I've been a problem to myself
always a creature of doubt
instead of enjoying
what is offered
to provide a smile
not a pout
I don't take it lightly,
but I know I must chill
and plunge myself
in the stamina
and push myself...
#admiration
#crush
#memories
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Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 6:48pm
4th Jan 2025 6:48pm
I f**k STRANGERS!
#dirty
#memories
#PTSD #sex
#PTSD #sex
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2025 11:54am
3rd Jan 2025 11:54am
4:36 AM
4:36 am, still can't sleep
I think I did everything completely wrong
All I know is...
When you use to touch me
I would think of all of those different men
Fucking my sister & mother at the same time
My hatred towards them, came out towards you
You're in a much better place now
And so am I
One day if i ever get out, I will visit you, for sure
I think I did everything completely wrong
All I know is...
When you use to touch me
I would think of all of those different men
Fucking my sister & mother at the same time
My hatred towards them, came out towards you
You're in a much better place now
And so am I
One day if i ever get out, I will visit you, for sure
#dark
#memories
#regret #sleep
#regret #sleep
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2025 11:49am
3rd Jan 2025 11:49am
3:15 AM
You're alive but in this room you're a ghost
The last few nights you have come to haunt me
It's 3:15 am
The room is getting smaller
I think about what they did to you
I tried to make you see that I was different
Maybe you saw something I didn't see
Perhaps you saw them in my eyes
I'll never see you again
It's never been the same
I feel like I have failed
So old & final
This night breaks Father Time's nose
The last few nights you have come to haunt me
It's 3:15 am
The room is getting smaller
I think about what they did to you
I tried to make you see that I was different
Maybe you saw something I didn't see
Perhaps you saw them in my eyes
I'll never see you again
It's never been the same
I feel like I have failed
So old & final
This night breaks Father Time's nose
#hurt
#memories
#relationships #sleep
#relationships #sleep
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 10:49am
2nd Jan 2025 10:49am
Beach Memories
It was a hot,summer day.
Sun shining,problems at bay.
There was sounds of laughter.
The way the sun felt on my skin.
And I forget all problems I've been.
There were kids digging holes.
Sandcastle contests,people pose for pictures.
To keep as a memory of today.
This sunny,warm summer day.
I wore a swimsuit in blue.
I sunbathed,a red hue.
I were under some shade with a book.
And I would take a look at the water.
The sand,next to my father.
I remember when I was a kid.
And I would go to the...
Sun shining,problems at bay.
There was sounds of laughter.
The way the sun felt on my skin.
And I forget all problems I've been.
There were kids digging holes.
Sandcastle contests,people pose for pictures.
To keep as a memory of today.
This sunny,warm summer day.
I wore a swimsuit in blue.
I sunbathed,a red hue.
I were under some shade with a book.
And I would take a look at the water.
The sand,next to my father.
I remember when I was a kid.
And I would go to the...
#beach
#happiness
#memories
#nostalgia
#sadness
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3rdEYErising
Poem Published
31st Dec 2024 8:38am
31st Dec 2024 8:38am
Hope In Brooklyn
Sigh
It is simply amazing how
This weekend has left me so weakened
Girlie is still hazed from those Brooklyn days and
Those hard driven nights
I remembered him
Whispering how tight I was as he curved
Down my cervix
Demanding more service
God!!!
He was so full of aggression and affection
I loved he way he harmonized me
Like his favorite instrument hidden underneath his bed
Pulled out only for moments like this
Mmmmm
The man strummed me, hummed the hedonistic...
It is simply amazing how
This weekend has left me so weakened
Girlie is still hazed from those Brooklyn days and
Those hard driven nights
I remembered him
Whispering how tight I was as he curved
Down my cervix
Demanding more service
God!!!
He was so full of aggression and affection
I loved he way he harmonized me
Like his favorite instrument hidden underneath his bed
Pulled out only for moments like this
Mmmmm
The man strummed me, hummed the hedonistic...
#gratitude
#lover
#memories
#sex
#summer
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
31st Dec 2024 1:36am
31st Dec 2024 1:36am
old bloke
no one flies kites these days
it’s all drones
on and on the old bloke in the pub
but nobody listens
since they’re all on their phones
and he finds it quite sad ..
it’s all drones
on and on the old bloke in the pub
but nobody listens
since they’re all on their phones
and he finds it quite sad ..
#memories
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Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
30th Dec 2024 6:08pm
30th Dec 2024 6:08pm
Back to Michigan
They say you can't go back...
cause it won't be the same...
be it a job, relationship or a hometown -
unless you return in a box...like my daddy.
The body of my father...a very big man
of 500 lbs...was transported by train...
across the state of Michigan from large city
back to his small town birthplace.
I don't know if the town had changed
in the years Dad had been gone...
as I had never been there before...
he had moved to a bigger city after Vietnam.
The funeral director named off others
with our...
cause it won't be the same...
be it a job, relationship or a hometown -
unless you return in a box...like my daddy.
The body of my father...a very big man
of 500 lbs...was transported by train...
across the state of Michigan from large city
back to his small town birthplace.
I don't know if the town had changed
in the years Dad had been gone...
as I had never been there before...
he had moved to a bigger city after Vietnam.
The funeral director named off others
with our...
#death
#father
#grief #memories
#grief #memories
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javalini
Poem Published
29th Dec 2024 2:17pm
29th Dec 2024 2:17pm
DRUNK
I was drunk
on what you were,
drunk
on the scent
of your hair,
your skin,
drunk on every step,
on every simple gesture,
drunk on your lips
pulling on a cigarette
or your bare feet
on the dash
or your hand
on your hip
or in your pocket
or you
just standing
cool in the summer sun
and I was staggered,
stupefied
every time
your blue eyes
found mine
and even now
when I think of
something
you did or said
or of you
sprawled easy
in the cool sheets
of...
on what you were,
drunk
on the scent
of your hair,
your skin,
drunk on every step,
on every simple gesture,
drunk on your lips
pulling on a cigarette
or your bare feet
on the dash
or your hand
on your hip
or in your pocket
or you
just standing
cool in the summer sun
and I was staggered,
stupefied
every time
your blue eyes
found mine
and even now
when I think of
something
you did or said
or of you
sprawled easy
in the cool sheets
of...
#beauty
#love
#memories
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Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
27th Dec 2024 4:24am
27th Dec 2024 4:24am
Bring you back home
Dreamed 'bout you last night
Beauty bowed at your feet
Angels looked at you with envy
God's masterpiece personified
We had time on our side
Living free without a care
No future to think and plan for
No burdens to bare
I held you in the cool autumn nights
Sitting in the back of my truck
Wondering what I did
To deserve such luck
We danced through golden fields
Barefoot we waded in the creek
Both waiting for the other
To say how we truly felt
But time betrayed us ...
Beauty bowed at your feet
Angels looked at you with envy
God's masterpiece personified
We had time on our side
Living free without a care
No future to think and plan for
No burdens to bare
I held you in the cool autumn nights
Sitting in the back of my truck
Wondering what I did
To deserve such luck
We danced through golden fields
Barefoot we waded in the creek
Both waiting for the other
To say how we truly felt
But time betrayed us ...
#bittersweet
#heartbroken
#memories
#nostalgia
#sadness
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