Poems about Memories
#memories
Intriguing and captivating poetry about memories and remembrance. Memories collected throughout a lifetime, expressed through poems.
Her
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:03am
Yesterday 9:03am
Tear Stained Looking Glass
The glass is cracked but still it sees
A tear-streaked face staring back at me
Memories linger fogging the view
The ghost of us whispers what we knew
Mmm, ahhh
Oh the looking glass it doesn't lie
It echoes goodbye
(goodbye)
Like a fading sky
Lost my first love in the haze of time
Now reflections feel like borrowed rhyme
Your shadow's there behind the pane
A fleeting glimpse that feels like rain
Each drop a word we left unsaid
A thousand vows that turned to thread
Oh the looking...
A tear-streaked face staring back at me
Memories linger fogging the view
The ghost of us whispers what we knew
Mmm, ahhh
Oh the looking glass it doesn't lie
It echoes goodbye
(goodbye)
Like a fading sky
Lost my first love in the haze of time
Now reflections feel like borrowed rhyme
Your shadow's there behind the pane
A fleeting glimpse that feels like rain
Each drop a word we left unsaid
A thousand vows that turned to thread
Oh the looking...
#breakup
#FirstLove
#lyrics
#memories
#sadness
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
14th Mar 2025 9:25am
14th Mar 2025 9:25am
I know your heart is wicked
Little Harry Sack was barely 6 years old when he found out by his parents that his heart was wicked
His parents were religious fanatics, who read the good book each and every hour
They isolated little Harry from the rest of the world
His father worked on the farm producing milk & meat to sell in town
His mother was a stay at home mom, strict and overbearing
Many of the locals didn't even know Harry Sack existed
His parents taught him that in order to be faithful to the lord, you must do what we say or want
Harry was given chores from morning...
His parents were religious fanatics, who read the good book each and every hour
They isolated little Harry from the rest of the world
His father worked on the farm producing milk & meat to sell in town
His mother was a stay at home mom, strict and overbearing
Many of the locals didn't even know Harry Sack existed
His parents taught him that in order to be faithful to the lord, you must do what we say or want
Harry was given chores from morning...
#family
#memories
#prison
#religion
#violence
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Duice
Poem Published
14th Mar 2025 4:02am
14th Mar 2025 4:02am
Happy Born Day
Letter to my first
I unleashed you
into the world
with the snip of a natal chord
With tenacity we fell
in love at first sight
even then I knew this world
thru me was yours
Three played together
as I watched you
grow strong
from a feeble introduction
To hold your head high
looking up to me
a child-father
no prerequisite nor question
Seems I did the teaching
but truth is
I learned myself
in sacrifice thru you
Re-lived from first step
to remove training wheels ...
I unleashed you
into the world
with the snip of a natal chord
With tenacity we fell
in love at first sight
even then I knew this world
thru me was yours
Three played together
as I watched you
grow strong
from a feeble introduction
To hold your head high
looking up to me
a child-father
no prerequisite nor question
Seems I did the teaching
but truth is
I learned myself
in sacrifice thru you
Re-lived from first step
to remove training wheels ...
#children
#memories
#responsibility #son
#responsibility #son
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musht_e_ghubaar
Arsh
Arsh
Poem Published
14th Mar 2025 1:54am
14th Mar 2025 1:54am
Chandana
After Chandana
Lips like velvet, breath like fire,
We kissed as if the world would expire.
Our tongues danced, a tender fight,
gasping for air, yet holding tight.
Your scent, a drug I still crave,
your warmth, the ghost I couldn’t see.
I ache for the comfort of your touch,
your presence meant so much.
The nights we spent, so close, so near,
Yet now they feel so insincere,
Did I hold you tight, or let you slip?
Did I taste your soul, or just your lips? ...
Lips like velvet, breath like fire,
We kissed as if the world would expire.
Our tongues danced, a tender fight,
gasping for air, yet holding tight.
Your scent, a drug I still crave,
your warmth, the ghost I couldn’t see.
I ache for the comfort of your touch,
your presence meant so much.
The nights we spent, so close, so near,
Yet now they feel so insincere,
Did I hold you tight, or let you slip?
Did I taste your soul, or just your lips? ...
#dating
#girlfriend
#love #memories
#love #memories
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Ryan-Hayward
Ryan Hayward
Ryan Hayward
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 5:13am
7th Mar 2025 5:13am
Before the 12th ( Tomorrow, Resting Period ) Epilogue
I thought, I would try to give a bit of explanation
as to my considerable situation
I'm a man, broken, shamed, filled with blame
Can't claim I'm anything proclaimed to become
I feel so weak, so bleak, a fragile brittle antique
Full of regrets, always upset, things I wish to forget
Can't believe, I'm 45, still alive, how did I survive?
Drowning, in alcohol, baring this agonized tormented soul
What I would do, to start again, but nothing I can really do.
I want to survive, but child in me died, long time now realized.....
Every-time...
as to my considerable situation
I'm a man, broken, shamed, filled with blame
Can't claim I'm anything proclaimed to become
I feel so weak, so bleak, a fragile brittle antique
Full of regrets, always upset, things I wish to forget
Can't believe, I'm 45, still alive, how did I survive?
Drowning, in alcohol, baring this agonized tormented soul
What I would do, to start again, but nothing I can really do.
I want to survive, but child in me died, long time now realized.....
Every-time...
#hurt
#memories
#TimeHeals
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DetectiveOGasm
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 11:42am
5th Mar 2025 11:42am
Splendours
I was ruined
after I met you
all these years
and you still manage
to provoke that desire
I wish we'd had more time
wish I could
slide
deep in that pocket
and feel you
against my body
Turn you around
Despite the parting
and some of the unkindness
Isn't it telling
that I can overlook such things?
It certainly feels better
to remember the heat.
after I met you
all these years
and you still manage
to provoke that desire
I wish we'd had more time
wish I could
slide
deep in that pocket
and feel you
against my body
Turn you around
Despite the parting
and some of the unkindness
Isn't it telling
that I can overlook such things?
It certainly feels better
to remember the heat.
#lust
#memories
#UnrequitedLove
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PAR
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 10:04pm
3rd Mar 2025 10:04pm
Triumvirat - Spartacus
At fifteen, the music whirled in a time machine,
where Spartacus calls with symphonic gleam.
Keys cascade like ancient rivers’ stream,
echoing rebellion in a wild and fierce dream.
Synth notes rise like morning's first light.
With drums' thunderous roar Rome takes flight.
Heartbeats sync with the rhythm's might.
An empire's fall in the silent night.
Emotions surge in the flickering gleam
as history dances revealing its steam.
In the attic headphones tether the soul
each track pulls deeper making hearts whole.
Warrior’s cries...
where Spartacus calls with symphonic gleam.
Keys cascade like ancient rivers’ stream,
echoing rebellion in a wild and fierce dream.
Synth notes rise like morning's first light.
With drums' thunderous roar Rome takes flight.
Heartbeats sync with the rhythm's might.
An empire's fall in the silent night.
Emotions surge in the flickering gleam
as history dances revealing its steam.
In the attic headphones tether the soul
each track pulls deeper making hearts whole.
Warrior’s cries...
#beauty
#memories
#music #teens
#music #teens
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 7:46pm
3rd Mar 2025 7:46pm
Secrets - What Really Happened?
Little sleep. Clanking pipes, whistling wind, shadows forming in the dark. An old shed with a broken bicycle. A heap of discarded tyres in an unfamiliar back garden. Gordon leaning over and grinning at me, his front tooth capped with an ivory crown.
And then, I'm a boy of ten once again, legging it down Whaley Hill in the August heat. A shape appears on the Clearing at the bottom of hill. Hands grab me, pushing me against a withered tree. A man's voice threatening to kill me.
'Help,' I struggle to say bolting forward on the sofa bed, my heart hammering in my chest. ...
And then, I'm a boy of ten once again, legging it down Whaley Hill in the August heat. A shape appears on the Clearing at the bottom of hill. Hands grab me, pushing me against a withered tree. A man's voice threatening to kill me.
'Help,' I struggle to say bolting forward on the sofa bed, my heart hammering in my chest. ...
#friendship
#memories
#mystery #risk
#mystery #risk
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dnzmemn66
Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 10:31pm
28th Feb 2025 10:31pm
The Old Ball Game
Popcorn, Peanuts and Cracker Jacks
Time to learn numbers and names on backs
I remember the games that Dad took me to
I had my glove so I got a ball or two
The organ played
The people would clap
I wore my jersey
And my old ball cap
The sights and sounds
The vendor's food
It all came together
To create the mood
Extra innings
With a walk-off home run
Even the losses
Were part of the fun
So grab your hot dog
Have a coke or a beer
Root for your team
This might be their year
As you go through your...
Time to learn numbers and names on backs
I remember the games that Dad took me to
I had my glove so I got a ball or two
The organ played
The people would clap
I wore my jersey
And my old ball cap
The sights and sounds
The vendor's food
It all came together
To create the mood
Extra innings
With a walk-off home run
Even the losses
Were part of the fun
So grab your hot dog
Have a coke or a beer
Root for your team
This might be their year
As you go through your...
#childhood
#memories
#sports
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missjem56
Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 2:57pm
28th Feb 2025 2:57pm
Blindspot
Alone
Lost within the wastelands
Of my imagination
A desolate void
With an abundance
Of forgotten dreams
Which lie, floating
Upon the wings
Of the ethereal
Now lay abandoned
Hidden within the corner
Of an unseeing eye
by Jemia
Lost within the wastelands
Of my imagination
A desolate void
With an abundance
Of forgotten dreams
Which lie, floating
Upon the wings
Of the ethereal
Now lay abandoned
Hidden within the corner
Of an unseeing eye
by Jemia
#LifeAsAWriter
#memories
#philosophical
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PAR
Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 1:26pm
28th Feb 2025 1:26pm
So many falling stars
In the corridors of thought
where shadows white is sublime
wheels of memory spin
in circles they turn
whispers of forgotten dreams
linger in the air.
Faces in the mirror
reflections of the past
moments fleeting by
too precious to outlast
colors of emotion
in a kaleidoscope's embrace.
Echoes of a heartbeat
in the silence of the night
thoughts like scattered leaves
take their secret flight
twirling like a dance
on the edge of the unknown.
Threads of golden memories
woven...
where shadows white is sublime
wheels of memory spin
in circles they turn
whispers of forgotten dreams
linger in the air.
Faces in the mirror
reflections of the past
moments fleeting by
too precious to outlast
colors of emotion
in a kaleidoscope's embrace.
Echoes of a heartbeat
in the silence of the night
thoughts like scattered leaves
take their secret flight
twirling like a dance
on the edge of the unknown.
Threads of golden memories
woven...
#dreams
#memories
#mirror
#storm
#universe
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
27th Feb 2025 8:47am
27th Feb 2025 8:47am
fleeting romance
after Joe Bolton
we danced once back in ‘94
before the long waste of my life
you taking pity on me (I felt)
an abstruse friendless teenage boy
we waltzed across the Hounslow road
and out into the lights
and maybe you were trying to forget
what made those bruises on your arms
or trying to stall returning home
to parents you no longer loved
but in any case it is
my one warm thought of childhood
the two of us dancing
as fleeting as it was…
I don’t believe in afterlives
and lonely still...
we danced once back in ‘94
before the long waste of my life
you taking pity on me (I felt)
an abstruse friendless teenage boy
we waltzed across the Hounslow road
and out into the lights
and maybe you were trying to forget
what made those bruises on your arms
or trying to stall returning home
to parents you no longer loved
but in any case it is
my one warm thought of childhood
the two of us dancing
as fleeting as it was…
I don’t believe in afterlives
and lonely still...
#abuse
#despair
#love #memories
#love #memories
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