Poems about Memories
#memories
Intriguing and captivating poetry about memories and remembrance. Memories collected throughout a lifetime, expressed through poems.
adagio
Poem Published
Today 5:47pm
Today 5:47pm
Rock
She was my rock and not waver like the wind
now a memory as my life's leaf has fallen
between the pages of my mind
turned to gold
now a memory as my life's leaf has fallen
between the pages of my mind
turned to gold
#memories
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ursa
Poem Published
24th Oct 2021 00:42am
24th Oct 2021 00:42am
Mall Rat
We wandered Yorkdale where
my sister managed
La Vie En Rose, we
drank Orange Julius’ and
swept sticky fingers
across CD sides at
Sunrise Records
until we were thrown
out at day’s end.
Sis locked up,
every time with a bag
in hand
for her boyfriend,
she would mumble,
when she drove us all home.
my sister managed
La Vie En Rose, we
drank Orange Julius’ and
swept sticky fingers
across CD sides at
Sunrise Records
until we were thrown
out at day’s end.
Sis locked up,
every time with a bag
in hand
for her boyfriend,
she would mumble,
when she drove us all home.
#friendship
#memories
26 reads
8 Comments
zebrablack
Zebra Black
Zebra Black
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2021 11:38pm
23rd Oct 2021 11:38pm
Letting My Brooklyn Out
#memories
10 reads
0 Comments
TimWombles
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2021 2:04am
23rd Oct 2021 2:04am
About my Grandfather
My dad's father passed away when my father was eight. He couldn't remember what he looked like. He had never seen a picture of him.
Through the years, two pictures showed up of my grandfather, both when he was old. Neither was very good.
One of them is an old man sitting on a porch, wearing a hat. Can't see his eyes, and he was unshaven. There was a horse in the background.
I was thin growing up. At around the age of 20, I was bean pole thin.
We went back to where my parents grew up for some reason, I don't remember why, but while we were there,...
Through the years, two pictures showed up of my grandfather, both when he was old. Neither was very good.
One of them is an old man sitting on a porch, wearing a hat. Can't see his eyes, and he was unshaven. There was a horse in the background.
I was thin growing up. At around the age of 20, I was bean pole thin.
We went back to where my parents grew up for some reason, I don't remember why, but while we were there,...
#family
#memories
26 reads
6 Comments
Scarlett_Midwinter
Poem Published
21st Oct 2021 00:47am
21st Oct 2021 00:47am
Tears of Fleeting Camomile
Maidenhood was
A samba of pink and red amaryllis
With gyrations like wildfire
Labyrinthine in their tireless
Swaying 'neath bubbling
Vodka moths and white wine butterflies
Candy-striped tourmaline sunshine
The sommelier of their flight
So supine and intertwining
Alongside loving in periwinkle eros
Walking in shades of lavender sashays
Perfect porcelain lullaby days
Motherhood was
Gift-wrapped in buttercream gypsum
Bohemian ribbons
Dripping from wrappings and trappings
Of milky mocha
Skin so soft...
A samba of pink and red amaryllis
With gyrations like wildfire
Labyrinthine in their tireless
Swaying 'neath bubbling
Vodka moths and white wine butterflies
Candy-striped tourmaline sunshine
The sommelier of their flight
So supine and intertwining
Alongside loving in periwinkle eros
Walking in shades of lavender sashays
Perfect porcelain lullaby days
Motherhood was
Gift-wrapped in buttercream gypsum
Bohemian ribbons
Dripping from wrappings and trappings
Of milky mocha
Skin so soft...
#beauty
#nature
#memories
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Bluevelvete
Poem Published
20th Oct 2021 5:18am
20th Oct 2021 5:18am
unsounded.
I can't fully remember
how you sound
not exactly
not anymore
Not your timbre
or sass
distinctive in style
Nor the retorts, so slick and searing
and not that laugh
yeah—
That. Tremendous. Laugh.
I'd barter away most things
without an iota of care
to hear it.... just once more
My mind accesses it
as warped and warbly
What I think-perhaps or maybe
what I once thought
so sure, of what I thought I remembered
Close, but not quite
almost.... but just out of grasp ...
how you sound
not exactly
not anymore
Not your timbre
or sass
distinctive in style
Nor the retorts, so slick and searing
and not that laugh
yeah—
That. Tremendous. Laugh.
I'd barter away most things
without an iota of care
to hear it.... just once more
My mind accesses it
as warped and warbly
What I think-perhaps or maybe
what I once thought
so sure, of what I thought I remembered
Close, but not quite
almost.... but just out of grasp ...
#identity
#memories
#magic #IMissYou
#magic #IMissYou
149 reads
43 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
19th Oct 2021 8:20pm
19th Oct 2021 8:20pm
Imprinted
#memories
35 reads
2 Comments
BeginningPoet
Poem Published
18th Oct 2021 7:58pm
18th Oct 2021 7:58pm
her shawl (my grandmother)
she sat
quietly
in her room,
a frail
small woman,
gathered
under
her lovely
shawl,
one knitted
with care
and
thoughtfulness,
by nimble
fingers,
working
the yarn
into
beautiful
designs,
draped
over sloping
shoulders,
but
looked upon
with
ageless eyes.
quietly
in her room,
a frail
small woman,
gathered
under
her lovely
shawl,
one knitted
with care
and
thoughtfulness,
by nimble
fingers,
working
the yarn
into
beautiful
designs,
draped
over sloping
shoulders,
but
looked upon
with
ageless eyes.
#family
#memories
#aging
46 reads
6 Comments
Dreamboy
Poem Published
14th Oct 2021 4:45am
14th Oct 2021 4:45am
Swell
Same old dealing with pain,
but I couldn't be
Better than I am but
what do you even care?
You don't know where I've been
I scrape my self esteem up
From the things people say
And I apply it on me
Like wet cement
But its not the same
It doesn't feel how it should
I feel it crawling all over me
It was always gonna go this way
My eyes swelled up and that was it
I always freeze right up at the last second
but I couldn't be
Better than I am but
what do you even care?
You don't know where I've been
I scrape my self esteem up
From the things people say
And I apply it on me
Like wet cement
But its not the same
It doesn't feel how it should
I feel it crawling all over me
It was always gonna go this way
My eyes swelled up and that was it
I always freeze right up at the last second
#love
#depression
#memories
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jessica_orr
Jessica Orr
Jessica Orr
Poem Published
14th Oct 2021 2:05am
14th Oct 2021 2:05am
blur of color
the only way is
remembering the tail end
of the comet in her;
it flew close and joy
and it loves the sizzle.
memory closes the gap
between stars and shoelaces;
I tied the bear of it;
so many summer and woods
and catching frogs-
she was the charge.
there is the blur of yourself
mixing the colors of thoughts
of days, of years in
the space of glowing wonder,
of the shooting grin
of first kiss.
remembering the tail end
of the comet in her;
it flew close and joy
and it loves the sizzle.
memory closes the gap
between stars and shoelaces;
I tied the bear of it;
so many summer and woods
and catching frogs-
she was the charge.
there is the blur of yourself
mixing the colors of thoughts
of days, of years in
the space of glowing wonder,
of the shooting grin
of first kiss.
#childhood
#memories
#FallingInLove
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Duncan
Poem Published
13th Oct 2021 9:20pm
13th Oct 2021 9:20pm
Miquela
The way you touch the ground
Express your thoughts
Make sounds
Grr... Brrr
eeek... squeek
The way you cook meat
and tell me how to
The way you are always neat
and how you smell too
Your nose, your lips, your hips
the touch of your fingertips
The way you talk and walk and squak
the way you jaunt and jive
the way you look at things, unsoiled
the gap between your thies
the time, with you, between the
guise put on for work, usurped
Inviting, sometimes delighting in whats
here ...
Express your thoughts
Make sounds
Grr... Brrr
eeek... squeek
The way you cook meat
and tell me how to
The way you are always neat
and how you smell too
Your nose, your lips, your hips
the touch of your fingertips
The way you talk and walk and squak
the way you jaunt and jive
the way you look at things, unsoiled
the gap between your thies
the time, with you, between the
guise put on for work, usurped
Inviting, sometimes delighting in whats
here ...
#memories
#historical
#nostalgia
28 reads
1 Comment
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
13th Oct 2021 2:44pm
13th Oct 2021 2:44pm
Do You Remember The Time
#lover
#memories
#nostalgia
75 reads
15 Comments
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