Poems about Memories
#memories
Intriguing and captivating poetry about memories and remembrance. Memories collected throughout a lifetime, expressed through poems.
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:51pm
Yesterday 7:51pm
Mothering myself
I love you.
There is energy that never dulls,
manifests, floats, curls as if fingers on a still ocean.
And I just drink black coffee,
imagine being axed over and over again,
I remember those things I was to you
and wasn't.
And so I continue to shield myself
as if a beautiful, toxic virus has lived about me most of a lifetime.
There is energy that never dulls,
manifests, floats, curls as if fingers on a still ocean.
And I just drink black coffee,
imagine being axed over and over again,
I remember those things I was to you
and wasn't.
And so I continue to shield myself
as if a beautiful, toxic virus has lived about me most of a lifetime.
#kindness
#memories
#aging
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Brian_Riley96
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:45am
Yesterday 6:45am
Playing pretend
No you have to knock to wake me up"
"It resets the day"
Hoping they never forget or grow up
My neices, playing house
Creativity to spare with imagination abundant.
I watch them grow as I once did
There's a thought in my mind
I cling to it tight like a kite hugging the wind, never wanting to let go.
That one day she will knock to wake me up
I hope I haven't lost it.
How foreign a thing, to become an adult.
I shudder at the thought as I enter my room.
They...
"It resets the day"
Hoping they never forget or grow up
My neices, playing house
Creativity to spare with imagination abundant.
I watch them grow as I once did
There's a thought in my mind
I cling to it tight like a kite hugging the wind, never wanting to let go.
That one day she will knock to wake me up
I hope I haven't lost it.
How foreign a thing, to become an adult.
I shudder at the thought as I enter my room.
They...
#children
#family
#memories
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Tracey_Leigh
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:04am
Yesterday 1:04am
Soft sigh~
Delicate waves of memory float through my mind’s eye
hungry for the soft touch, light kiss, the inhale of essence.
Drifting inside the rhythm of shared heat are forever etched in the burn of
the heart. Yet it’s the gentle breath…the eyes staring into mine, the soft sigh
that takes me there.
Paint with me a picture of golden light on fields of tall grass
and dew touching the delicate of our skin…kiss me before it dries.
Still frame these moments for the times you are lost in darkness.
The times that the dark side of the moon...
hungry for the soft touch, light kiss, the inhale of essence.
Drifting inside the rhythm of shared heat are forever etched in the burn of
the heart. Yet it’s the gentle breath…the eyes staring into mine, the soft sigh
that takes me there.
Paint with me a picture of golden light on fields of tall grass
and dew touching the delicate of our skin…kiss me before it dries.
Still frame these moments for the times you are lost in darkness.
The times that the dark side of the moon...
#love
#memories
#FallingInLove #magic
#FallingInLove #magic
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Baldwin
Poem Published
9th Jul 2020 10:19pm
9th Jul 2020 10:19pm
the power
Why is it that the thought of her,
the sudden and invasive memory
of the avid, awe-filled way
that she, on one enchanted night,
then pressed her face to mine
and asked me if I knew how much
within her heart I was adored,
combines to cause the muscles of my abdomen
to double in upon themselves
and makes me take involuntarily
a deeply tensing breath
as if I’m readying myself against a fighter’s blow?
Why should the mental image of a woman who
once gladdened me for such an unexpected
heated while transpiring over thirty...
the sudden and invasive memory
of the avid, awe-filled way
that she, on one enchanted night,
then pressed her face to mine
and asked me if I knew how much
within her heart I was adored,
combines to cause the muscles of my abdomen
to double in upon themselves
and makes me take involuntarily
a deeply tensing breath
as if I’m readying myself against a fighter’s blow?
Why should the mental image of a woman who
once gladdened me for such an unexpected
heated while transpiring over thirty...
#memories
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joeborg
Poem Published
9th Jul 2020 8:41am
9th Jul 2020 8:41am
the mask
Take precautions and be safe
Don’t let people cough your face,
Don’t do this and don’t do that
So many don’ts you will forget,
I got old and can’t recall
To put the mask when in the mall,
Sometimes people turn me back
Seems like they are ready to attack,
I try to say memory’s not good
Not to be misunderstood,
In the end I think I’ll just
Wear a bubble to adjust,
No one in and no one out
Keeping safe out in my shroud.
Don’t let people cough your face,
Don’t do this and don’t do that
So many don’ts you will forget,
I got old and can’t recall
To put the mask when in the mall,
Sometimes people turn me back
Seems like they are ready to attack,
I try to say memory’s not good
Not to be misunderstood,
In the end I think I’ll just
Wear a bubble to adjust,
No one in and no one out
Keeping safe out in my shroud.
#LifeStruggles
#funny
#memories
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Ely
E.A.Rothwell
E.A.Rothwell
Poem Published
9th Jul 2020 00:13am
9th Jul 2020 00:13am
Berry Patch
We had a "secret" berry patch…
my sister and I...
would ride our horses down
to the edge of town...
...where…
under a mantle of leafy green...
shading them from
the hot Texas Sun
...lay hid...
a bazillion Boysenberries
as big as your thumb…
...with nary a thorn in sight…
There we both would eat
...our fill our …
coffee cans with berries…
snap on top the plastic lid
hook them carefully...
over our saddle horns
and take them home to Mum...
my sister and I...
would ride our horses down
to the edge of town...
...where…
under a mantle of leafy green...
shading them from
the hot Texas Sun
...lay hid...
a bazillion Boysenberries
as big as your thumb…
...with nary a thorn in sight…
There we both would eat
...our fill our …
coffee cans with berries…
snap on top the plastic lid
hook them carefully...
over our saddle horns
and take them home to Mum...
#horses
#nature
#memories #nostalgia
#memories #nostalgia
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PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
8th Jul 2020 4:57am
8th Jul 2020 4:57am
Wildflowers
I came back to an amber reckoning
tactile with grievances;
masked announcements
hovering in midair,
replacing hummingbirds.
The fields lacked in nectar,
discouraging wildflowers;
bulldozed under land
bearing dense, useless grass.
Butterflies unreturning
like fallow yesterdays
to shallow tomorrows,
grounded in unhastening,
carried on an updraft:
There it goes.
I rise too, surfacing like
a buried relic, unearthing from
my own entombment,
where have I been all this...
tactile with grievances;
masked announcements
hovering in midair,
replacing hummingbirds.
The fields lacked in nectar,
discouraging wildflowers;
bulldozed under land
bearing dense, useless grass.
Butterflies unreturning
like fallow yesterdays
to shallow tomorrows,
grounded in unhastening,
carried on an updraft:
There it goes.
I rise too, surfacing like
a buried relic, unearthing from
my own entombment,
where have I been all this...
#nature
#memories
#nostalgia
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9 Comments
BeginningPoet
Poem Published
8th Jul 2020 4:30am
8th Jul 2020 4:30am
Stars Light Our Way
It's been so long since
I was able to hear their voices,
the words spoken in comfort
when needed,
caring eyes that weep
when I feel pain,
welcoming arms that were there
when I needed to be cared for,
the smiles, the laughter,
it has all been taken away
much too early, but I can
still talk to them in our
silent hours, I am still
connected to them,
I always will be, and when
my day comes, I will look up,
you will be the stars
that light my pathway to Heaven,
when no one can still...
I was able to hear their voices,
the words spoken in comfort
when needed,
caring eyes that weep
when I feel pain,
welcoming arms that were there
when I needed to be cared for,
the smiles, the laughter,
it has all been taken away
much too early, but I can
still talk to them in our
silent hours, I am still
connected to them,
I always will be, and when
my day comes, I will look up,
you will be the stars
that light my pathway to Heaven,
when no one can still...
#birth
#death
#memories #aging
#memories #aging
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14 Comments
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
6th Jul 2020 10:51pm
6th Jul 2020 10:51pm
Absinthe Strips Grey From The Skies
Absinthe please take my mind:
Sweetly, sugar bends the spoon
Stirs fragments of parenthesis
Piss and green stained
Words roam on unstacked shelves
In libraries of attribution.
In absentia, memory lakes
Buckled by tidal locked limbs
Belted & broken, descend
To bloated bodies,
Sunk at cathedral depth.
Haunted by the colours
Of the night’s soul, the
Asylum For Dead Artists
Paint their walls fifty one
Shades of gunmetal grey.
Everything may go green –
Everything may go.
Washed in...
Sweetly, sugar bends the spoon
Stirs fragments of parenthesis
Piss and green stained
Words roam on unstacked shelves
In libraries of attribution.
In absentia, memory lakes
Buckled by tidal locked limbs
Belted & broken, descend
To bloated bodies,
Sunk at cathedral depth.
Haunted by the colours
Of the night’s soul, the
Asylum For Dead Artists
Paint their walls fifty one
Shades of gunmetal grey.
Everything may go green –
Everything may go.
Washed in...
#love
#dreams
#sea #memories
#sea #memories
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4 Comments
DanielChristensen
Poem Published
5th Jul 2020 4:40am
5th Jul 2020 4:40am
f**king and Ambient Interruptions
Let’s make a pact,
Right here
And
Right now.
Don’t tell me what you like,
I’ll return the favor.
It’s such a little
Hole
In the wall
Spot,
Feels like it’s
Just
Ours
The waiter’s broken
English,
Mouth full of
Discordant
Teeth,
Landed here
From
Third world
Parts
Unknown,
And what
A smile,
So grateful,
So gracious
The intangible jua
De vivre
Of imminent
Eroticism
Surrounds...
Right here
And
Right now.
Don’t tell me what you like,
I’ll return the favor.
It’s such a little
Hole
In the wall
Spot,
Feels like it’s
Just
Ours
The waiter’s broken
English,
Mouth full of
Discordant
Teeth,
Landed here
From
Third world
Parts
Unknown,
And what
A smile,
So grateful,
So gracious
The intangible jua
De vivre
Of imminent
Eroticism
Surrounds...
#erotic
#confessional
#lover
#memories
#passion
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12 Comments
NewBeginnings
Poem Published
4th Jul 2020 9:03pm
4th Jul 2020 9:03pm
The Dreamer
She dreams of houses in the hills,
Away from all the city lights—
Of daisy fields and daffodils,
She derives such great delight.
By day she makes an honest wage,
Shucking corn beneath the sun—
By night, she dreams of better days,
Of golden fields and olden fun.
Oh, how she longs for brighter days...
When the sound of music filled the air;
Where children used to laugh and play,
And they would sing without a care.
But that was long before the war...
Before she lost her eldest son;
Things are so...
Away from all the city lights—
Of daisy fields and daffodils,
She derives such great delight.
By day she makes an honest wage,
Shucking corn beneath the sun—
By night, she dreams of better days,
Of golden fields and olden fun.
Oh, how she longs for brighter days...
When the sound of music filled the air;
Where children used to laugh and play,
And they would sing without a care.
But that was long before the war...
Before she lost her eldest son;
Things are so...
#happiness
#dreams
#memories
#escape
#nostalgia
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15 Comments
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2020 7:42pm
3rd Jul 2020 7:42pm
"BYE NOW"
This one client says
at the end of each call
and every time I smile
because every time
I can hear it
the way my grandma
always said it
at the end of each call
and every time I smile
because every time
I can hear it
the way my grandma
always said it
#happiness
#memories
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6 Comments
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