Poems about Memories
#memories
Intriguing and captivating poetry about memories and remembrance. Memories collected throughout a lifetime, expressed through poems.
AEMelia564
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Poem Published
Today 8:29pm
Today 8:29pm
Blessings of purification
Winter gave her breath
to sapphired dusk
I awoke
in
our last conversation
Your voice beckons
like a gesturing
hand
She spheres
towards me
Old crone moon
wearing a
silver gown
I remember
apple peelings
my sister
and I
throwing
these over
our shoulder
Trying to decipher
initials of lovers
"I see a C, a J "
We burn notes
and watch the soot
crumble
When eclipsed
we face night
spinning...
to sapphired dusk
I awoke
in
our last conversation
Your voice beckons
like a gesturing
hand
She spheres
towards me
Old crone moon
wearing a
silver gown
I remember
apple peelings
my sister
and I
throwing
these over
our shoulder
Trying to decipher
initials of lovers
"I see a C, a J "
We burn notes
and watch the soot
crumble
When eclipsed
we face night
spinning...
#sister
#childhood
#family #memories
#family #memories
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3 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
Today 6:45am
Today 6:45am
LEFT BY OUR LOVE
I'm stripping our bed,
just-showered, naked,
while you make your way
into working day.
Blanket I pull off,
then top sheet I doff,
sweep both to the floor
like a matador.
Undersheet's ruffled,
where bodies tussled.
I stop to reflect,
memory's effect.
On sheet, white as dove,
stain, left by our love,
remains in the day
to be washed away.
I smile with a glow,
that our overflow
has left evidence
to sight and smell sense.
At that poignant smell,
I'm...
just-showered, naked,
while you make your way
into working day.
Blanket I pull off,
then top sheet I doff,
sweep both to the floor
like a matador.
Undersheet's ruffled,
where bodies tussled.
I stop to reflect,
memory's effect.
On sheet, white as dove,
stain, left by our love,
remains in the day
to be washed away.
I smile with a glow,
that our overflow
has left evidence
to sight and smell sense.
At that poignant smell,
I'm...
#erotic
#home
#rhyming
#memories
#sensual
82 reads
1 Comment
_boybrains
Poem Published
Today 2:30am
Today 2:30am
Nicotine Nostalgia.
There’s something
remarkable about
nicotine stained
fingers,
sticking out with
no apology in
advance,
a set which dared to
bury themselves inside
the pockets of my
hipbones,
reading my skin in
braille without blinding
effects from the
exterior,
I think; how brave
& beautiful you
were.
remarkable about
nicotine stained
fingers,
sticking out with
no apology in
advance,
a set which dared to
bury themselves inside
the pockets of my
hipbones,
reading my skin in
braille without blinding
effects from the
exterior,
I think; how brave
& beautiful you
were.
#love
#confessional
#memories #respect
#memories #respect
14 reads
6 Comments
Madcinder
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:09am
Yesterday 6:09am
The Poppies Grow
A hundred years ago.
Under skies so foreign to you all.
Who could have known?
That so many would heed the call.
I hear your names.
And pray for your souls beyond the fold.
The most dangerous game.
Mankind has got to learn before we’re too old.
Brave men of my country.
You pass the torch to me.
The poppies grow.
In Flanders Fields where men did die.
And row on row.
The crosses planted side by side.
The seeds we sow.
Grow in the dark to shine a light.
The poem echoes.
Those words again into...
Under skies so foreign to you all.
Who could have known?
That so many would heed the call.
I hear your names.
And pray for your souls beyond the fold.
The most dangerous game.
Mankind has got to learn before we’re too old.
Brave men of my country.
You pass the torch to me.
The poppies grow.
In Flanders Fields where men did die.
And row on row.
The crosses planted side by side.
The seeds we sow.
Grow in the dark to shine a light.
The poem echoes.
Those words again into...
#soldiers
#family
#war
#lyrics
#memories
20 reads
2 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
11th Nov 2019 8:54pm
11th Nov 2019 8:54pm
18
I can still remember like it was yesterday,
It was a rainy Sunday morning when you arrived,
I recall being nervous about it all and yet,
When I held you I was completely mesmerized.
Happy birthday son I love you and wish you the best,
May God bless you and keep you every single day,
Follow your heart and you will find your path,
I feel lucky to have been your dad, so I must say…
In between those years of laughter and tears,
I still feel that sense of overwhelming joy,
Watching you grow up to be your own person,
You may have turned...
It was a rainy Sunday morning when you arrived,
I recall being nervous about it all and yet,
When I held you I was completely mesmerized.
Happy birthday son I love you and wish you the best,
May God bless you and keep you every single day,
Follow your heart and you will find your path,
I feel lucky to have been your dad, so I must say…
In between those years of laughter and tears,
I still feel that sense of overwhelming joy,
Watching you grow up to be your own person,
You may have turned...
#birthday
#memories
#fatherhood
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4 Comments
Queen_of_darkness
Poem Published
11th Nov 2019 3:35pm
11th Nov 2019 3:35pm
footsteps
our footprint in the sand
we walk for miles and miles
people look at us like we're bad
but each step we take is toward good
our laughs empty into thin air
fringer prints disappear
skin cells go away
but the steps we take forever stay
a canvas that holds our path
one movement to the next
each word gone just like that
but our not our footsteps
our voices forgotten
our handwriting erased
our smiles captured
our hopes taken to the grave
but our footsteps forever stay
each one marking us...
we walk for miles and miles
people look at us like we're bad
but each step we take is toward good
our laughs empty into thin air
fringer prints disappear
skin cells go away
but the steps we take forever stay
a canvas that holds our path
one movement to the next
each word gone just like that
but our not our footsteps
our voices forgotten
our handwriting erased
our smiles captured
our hopes taken to the grave
but our footsteps forever stay
each one marking us...
#love
#grief
#death
#memories
#IMissYou
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Stoney223
Poem Published
11th Nov 2019 1:05pm
11th Nov 2019 1:05pm
A TIME OF INNOCENCES
Through lifes journeys we will have memories that came from our youth of just being a child, but yet it is those very elements that we seem to grab hold upon when we reach back into a time of care free moments, just being a child with no worries nor fears just enjoying the freedom of our youth.
Now I'm gonna take you down memory lane to a time and place were we are innocence only momentarily due to our youth, for do you remember your first time that...
Now I'm gonna take you down memory lane to a time and place were we are innocence only momentarily due to our youth, for do you remember your first time that...
#childhood
#memories
#WritingPoetry #StreamOfConsciousness
#WritingPoetry #StreamOfConsciousness
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CeeCee-Elaine
Poem Published
11th Nov 2019 6:43am
11th Nov 2019 6:43am
The Ghost Of Time
It hurts to read your poetry again...
My mind's too busy; wondering which ones aren't about me.
Could they possibly measure up?
I've always been naive, but Satan knows you don't posses the same sparkle in your eyes as when ours met.
When you'd scribble with the moon; howling in uncertainty the minute the clock struck our magic number.
Tick, tock...
Keep your eyes off the clock.
You already know what time it is.
You'll merely dampen your heart with the sins of the past.
And beg for his thirteen ghosts to haunt you once...
My mind's too busy; wondering which ones aren't about me.
Could they possibly measure up?
I've always been naive, but Satan knows you don't posses the same sparkle in your eyes as when ours met.
When you'd scribble with the moon; howling in uncertainty the minute the clock struck our magic number.
Tick, tock...
Keep your eyes off the clock.
You already know what time it is.
You'll merely dampen your heart with the sins of the past.
And beg for his thirteen ghosts to haunt you once...
#memories
#TimeHeals
#UnrequitedLove
#emptiness
#emotional
33 reads
2 Comments
CeeCee-Elaine
Poem Published
11th Nov 2019 5:07am
11th Nov 2019 5:07am
Wanderess
You can feel the pins pierced into your ribcage again.
One by one; and you ached for him.
Just one word and you'd pray for him.
Your heart was so pure; untouched by reality and believed in magic.
A beautiful glass treasure kept cautiously on display.
And he wanted it.
A heart full of gold, but a head full of chaos.
His crystalline stare begged you to take control.
But you couldn't be his savior.
He spread over you like a plague; infected.
Everything but his blood's been inside of you.
And you'd have taken that...
One by one; and you ached for him.
Just one word and you'd pray for him.
Your heart was so pure; untouched by reality and believed in magic.
A beautiful glass treasure kept cautiously on display.
And he wanted it.
A heart full of gold, but a head full of chaos.
His crystalline stare begged you to take control.
But you couldn't be his savior.
He spread over you like a plague; infected.
Everything but his blood's been inside of you.
And you'd have taken that...
#love
#lies
#betrayal
#fate
#memories
35 reads
8 Comments
Stoney223
Poem Published
9th Nov 2019 5:07pm
9th Nov 2019 5:07pm
SEPARATION OF TWO SOULS
From my reminiscenting thoughts that incites the mere deepness of my spirit as it pulls at my heart of hearts, expanding my mind to manifest my inner self to see and look outside of thyself at the mere, mirror image of me undulated but yet living in separation of two souls to be form from one soul of an human earthly being.
For as decades of journeys mix with travels of places within time...
For as decades of journeys mix with travels of places within time...
#identity
#memories
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
#StreamOfConsciousness
33 reads
6 Comments
nikkimoe
Poem Published
9th Nov 2019 00:50am
9th Nov 2019 00:50am
When It Beats Like a Drum
The chaotic breathing
of a lawless heart
going in for the kill.
Unforgettable.
of a lawless heart
going in for the kill.
Unforgettable.
#love
#memories
42 reads
4 Comments
Cocoa
Poem Published
8th Nov 2019 00:19am
8th Nov 2019 00:19am
Dark Berries
Emotions tenderly under seize
Heart refuses to move
I yearn to feel the hands of gentle steel
Lying under a stalwart’s groove
Given space in time
As earth clocks chimed
To chase a fragile rose by design
Garden of Eve in A.D
As suspected was not Divine
Caresses of paradise
The fruits of passion laid at your feet until the calling of sunrise
Eaten upon so sweet
For a weary heart won by defeat
Entwined lovers whisper again
Ecstasy found in the rapture of my soft skin
As we come to greet
Surpassing the stars,...
Heart refuses to move
I yearn to feel the hands of gentle steel
Lying under a stalwart’s groove
Given space in time
As earth clocks chimed
To chase a fragile rose by design
Garden of Eve in A.D
As suspected was not Divine
Caresses of paradise
The fruits of passion laid at your feet until the calling of sunrise
Eaten upon so sweet
For a weary heart won by defeat
Entwined lovers whisper again
Ecstasy found in the rapture of my soft skin
As we come to greet
Surpassing the stars,...
#memories
#nostalgia
179 reads
9 Comments
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