Poems about Memories
#memories
Intriguing and captivating poetry about memories and remembrance. Memories collected throughout a lifetime, expressed through poems.
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MorriganFey
MorriganFey
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:49pm
Yesterday 5:49pm
Little Pink Notes
Slow, sad,
a melancholy
played on the whites
mourned on the sharps
I put my childhood
on the tips of uncallused fingers
that once reached for a music box
of painted horses and twinkling notes
a little girl humming wordless tunes
four-lined verses and wood hairbrushes
through her royal curls
and what was she the princess of?
A bedroom kingdom
teddy bear knights and barbie handmaids
flights of stairs met with adoring stares
waving to imaginary crowds down
haunted halls of old war...
a melancholy
played on the whites
mourned on the sharps
I put my childhood
on the tips of uncallused fingers
that once reached for a music box
of painted horses and twinkling notes
a little girl humming wordless tunes
four-lined verses and wood hairbrushes
through her royal curls
and what was she the princess of?
A bedroom kingdom
teddy bear knights and barbie handmaids
flights of stairs met with adoring stares
waving to imaginary crowds down
haunted halls of old war...
#childhood
#family
#shame
#memories
#PTSD
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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:27am
Yesterday 1:27am
Harvesting The Storm
I was brought to this place
as a rain storm, in an exodus,
in a grand hope of a people
the color of another storm
that used to destroy
to make room for new life.
I was born in a land by the
ocean, surrounded by palms;
trees not native to the land.
Of bean fields and eucalyptus
& pepper trees, and makeshift
film studios in barns, paying
the extras in coin realm, before
the First World War and talkies.
And migrant workers in pickup
trucks, with their straw hats
&...
as a rain storm, in an exodus,
in a grand hope of a people
the color of another storm
that used to destroy
to make room for new life.
I was born in a land by the
ocean, surrounded by palms;
trees not native to the land.
Of bean fields and eucalyptus
& pepper trees, and makeshift
film studios in barns, paying
the extras in coin realm, before
the First World War and talkies.
And migrant workers in pickup
trucks, with their straw hats
&...
#storm
#fire
#FreeVerse #memories
#FreeVerse #memories
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Countrygirl96
Poem Published
20th Sep 2019 5:51am
20th Sep 2019 5:51am
Daddy's Drunk Again
Sitting on the sofa can hear mommy yelling at daddy
Daddy stumbling around bouncing off every wall
Slurried words and dazed confused actions
My Daddy's Drunk Again
Daddy likes his beer and his cigarettes every night
Twelve pack twenty four pack whatever he can get
Popping top after top until they are all gone
My Daddy's Drunk Again
Mommy's screaming at daddy again about how pathetic he is
Saying how can we afford beer when we can't afford food for her
Pointing at me daddy hangs his head and sheds a tear
My Daddy's Drunk...
Daddy stumbling around bouncing off every wall
Slurried words and dazed confused actions
My Daddy's Drunk Again
Daddy likes his beer and his cigarettes every night
Twelve pack twenty four pack whatever he can get
Popping top after top until they are all gone
My Daddy's Drunk Again
Mommy's screaming at daddy again about how pathetic he is
Saying how can we afford beer when we can't afford food for her
Pointing at me daddy hangs his head and sheds a tear
My Daddy's Drunk...
#parent
#alcohol
#memories
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BabydoII
Itty Bitty
Itty Bitty
Poem Published
19th Sep 2019 7:50pm
19th Sep 2019 7:50pm
Burning Alters
It is the way of our curse
No love
No sleep
No way to reverse
No redemption
No peace
Was it when
She had to be a Savage
To survive a world
Where her kind were easily ravaged
Or
The girl who was born without conscience
They taught her the rules
So smart, her destruction
Was constant
Then came
The one who was
Over the top
A north stuck
Pretentious
Moral compass
But
She led a good life
Never did anything to harm
Except chase the...
No love
No sleep
No way to reverse
No redemption
No peace
Was it when
She had to be a Savage
To survive a world
Where her kind were easily ravaged
Or
The girl who was born without conscience
They taught her the rules
So smart, her destruction
Was constant
Then came
The one who was
Over the top
A north stuck
Pretentious
Moral compass
But
She led a good life
Never did anything to harm
Except chase the...
#dark
#fate
#spiritual
#memories
#LifeCycle
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
17th Sep 2019 11:50pm
17th Sep 2019 11:50pm
One Wing
I could see the sadness in his eyes,
Longing to relive his glorious days,
He was a majestic bird of the skies,
A symbol now fallen in disgrace.
I remember it was the summer of ’89,
It was my very first job as a teen,
Cleaning cages of disabled wildlife,
And his was the only one I couldn’t clean.
He sat there on the perch in his cage,
His eyes piercing anyone who came near,
His beak reminiscent a dangerous rage,
Now in pain but still inspiring fear.
Sometimes I stood and gazed in wonder,
What they’d done to him...
Longing to relive his glorious days,
He was a majestic bird of the skies,
A symbol now fallen in disgrace.
I remember it was the summer of ’89,
It was my very first job as a teen,
Cleaning cages of disabled wildlife,
And his was the only one I couldn’t clean.
He sat there on the perch in his cage,
His eyes piercing anyone who came near,
His beak reminiscent a dangerous rage,
Now in pain but still inspiring fear.
Sometimes I stood and gazed in wonder,
What they’d done to him...
#sadness
#animals
#memories #nostalgia
#memories #nostalgia
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cabcool
Poem Published
17th Sep 2019 7:51pm
17th Sep 2019 7:51pm
when evening comes -- visual version
♪rhymed, mirrored double octets♪
how i miss the a p p l e b l o s s o m s
of t h e tamarind s e a s o n days,
when the boys would climb high
for luscious ripe plums,
young birds nesting
o n a l i m b
i l l - a t -
ease!
sweetwood-dancing leaves with lissome
whispers made o u r spirits blaze
to see t h e m s w i r l i n g by;
then, when evening comes,
hearts p r o t e s t i n g
in t h e d i m
daylight
freeze.
torchlight fishing for dumb crayfish...
how i miss the a p p l e b l o s s o m s
of t h e tamarind s e a s o n days,
when the boys would climb high
for luscious ripe plums,
young birds nesting
o n a l i m b
i l l - a t -
ease!
sweetwood-dancing leaves with lissome
whispers made o u r spirits blaze
to see t h e m s w i r l i n g by;
then, when evening comes,
hearts p r o t e s t i n g
in t h e d i m
daylight
freeze.
torchlight fishing for dumb crayfish...
#childhood
#nature
#memories
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SweetOblivion
Poem Published
17th Sep 2019 10:31am
17th Sep 2019 10:31am
Fall
#lust
#memories
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11 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
17th Sep 2019 2:51am
17th Sep 2019 2:51am
Time Stand Still
They say time waits for no one and it goes by fast,
Better enjoy the moment because nothing else lasts…
Every single image and experience embedded on my mind,
Is in a decline designed by life to be a distant thought,
Like a faraway memory turning into a reverie,
Drifting like some surreal dream I once had seen but never caught.
It’s then when I suddenly pen longing to relive it again,
As the present slips by without a goodbye in a Rush until…
I realize the days are gone feeling reflective and withdrawn,
Dwelling happy in the moment but...
Better enjoy the moment because nothing else lasts…
Every single image and experience embedded on my mind,
Is in a decline designed by life to be a distant thought,
Like a faraway memory turning into a reverie,
Drifting like some surreal dream I once had seen but never caught.
It’s then when I suddenly pen longing to relive it again,
As the present slips by without a goodbye in a Rush until…
I realize the days are gone feeling reflective and withdrawn,
Dwelling happy in the moment but...
#memories
#aging
#nostalgia
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SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
15th Sep 2019 7:14pm
15th Sep 2019 7:14pm
A CHANCE
I could no more
Forget about you
Than forget about
How it feels to breathe
I will forget about you
When this life is over
Perhaps, but that just gives me
A chance to meet you again
Forget about you
Than forget about
How it feels to breathe
I will forget about you
When this life is over
Perhaps, but that just gives me
A chance to meet you again
#hope
#heartbroken
#memories
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JusTim_
Poem Published
15th Sep 2019 5:24pm
15th Sep 2019 5:24pm
Wander
Eyes glazed over, still drunk, I think
even tho, I surely know
fermented grains or even grapes
haven't tested these parched lips
in at least fortnight
a mere mortal memory
where bodies fall out of sight
as sunlight pierces shattered eyes
shuttered then shaken
grasping at time,
wanting to check out and cry
begging to hold on
to another day
no moving forward,
nor marching off to die
craving you again at my side
daylight doesn't wait to wonder
so I wander
aimlessly
I just wander
even tho, I surely know
fermented grains or even grapes
haven't tested these parched lips
in at least fortnight
a mere mortal memory
where bodies fall out of sight
as sunlight pierces shattered eyes
shuttered then shaken
grasping at time,
wanting to check out and cry
begging to hold on
to another day
no moving forward,
nor marching off to die
craving you again at my side
daylight doesn't wait to wonder
so I wander
aimlessly
I just wander
#memories
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poetryaccident
Poem Published
15th Sep 2019 2:43pm
15th Sep 2019 2:43pm
Forever Yesterday
The forever yesterday is no more
has passed away like the fog
now defunct as fading mists
pressed upon by sunlit beams
those artifacts of a past day
once entrenched as if to stay
find no traction in beliefs
torn apart by time’s conceit
dismissing mountains without regard
for the depths of bedrock’s plunge
seeming solid before the breeze
took the hill and cast it down
leaving only memories
the ghosts in place of solidity
a forever that’s passed away
just like the present sure to stay.
©...
has passed away like the fog
now defunct as fading mists
pressed upon by sunlit beams
those artifacts of a past day
once entrenched as if to stay
find no traction in beliefs
torn apart by time’s conceit
dismissing mountains without regard
for the depths of bedrock’s plunge
seeming solid before the breeze
took the hill and cast it down
leaving only memories
the ghosts in place of solidity
a forever that’s passed away
just like the present sure to stay.
©...
#memories
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imogeequeen
Poem Published
15th Sep 2019 5:57am
15th Sep 2019 5:57am
Uncle EniGMA
My Uncle Warren was a rabbit hole of a man
Full of seep dark secrets of which were unspoken
Questions about him gleaned no family answers
Eighty two he died alone in a rundown plantation mansion
Out of curiosity I went to the funeral: No one else was there
Well apart from the old priest and a grave digger bent over his spade
I couldn't help but notice the grave diggers dirty craggy grin
And the old priest smelling of bathtub gin
Pulpit pronouncements, life style denouncements
Prayers for the dead's unlikely salvation
The grave digger's grin...
Full of seep dark secrets of which were unspoken
Questions about him gleaned no family answers
Eighty two he died alone in a rundown plantation mansion
Out of curiosity I went to the funeral: No one else was there
Well apart from the old priest and a grave digger bent over his spade
I couldn't help but notice the grave diggers dirty craggy grin
And the old priest smelling of bathtub gin
Pulpit pronouncements, life style denouncements
Prayers for the dead's unlikely salvation
The grave digger's grin...
#family
#death
#memories #graveyard
#memories #graveyard
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