Poems about Memories
#memories
Intriguing and captivating poetry about memories and remembrance. Memories collected throughout a lifetime, expressed through poems.
mysticstones
Poem Published
27th Jan 2020 12:00pm
27th Jan 2020 12:00pm
three 36, i think
tick tock
goes the chime of the clock...
three...thirty six,
and i am sure you sleep..
i bet it is quiet...
you say you are on the farm, right? in the country.
i know that quiet,
i sold my land when i moved up here,
i lived on five and a half acres...in the woods,
it was bordered by sixty acres of woods...
on a dead end road,
i lived on the opposite side of the road to a cove of a big lake.
the lake was about seventy miles around...
my grandparents lived on a two hundred seventy acre farm...
in a house built in...
goes the chime of the clock...
three...thirty six,
and i am sure you sleep..
i bet it is quiet...
you say you are on the farm, right? in the country.
i know that quiet,
i sold my land when i moved up here,
i lived on five and a half acres...in the woods,
it was bordered by sixty acres of woods...
on a dead end road,
i lived on the opposite side of the road to a cove of a big lake.
the lake was about seventy miles around...
my grandparents lived on a two hundred seventy acre farm...
in a house built in...
#memories
#sleep
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poetryaccident
Poem Published
27th Jan 2020 2:07am
27th Jan 2020 2:07am
Ghosts of the Past
Ghosts of the past still exist
looking on with rapt intent
as the present evolves beyond
the constraints of prior resolve
impediments that once constrained
with inexperience surely blamed
for the struggles of the past
these hurdles spanned at last
perseverance against restraints
this was the struggle allowed by fate
now half remembered in the fog
as futures react to firm resolve
the shadows now far behind
applaud as if to remind
that life renews with every day
affirming spirit will find a way.
...
looking on with rapt intent
as the present evolves beyond
the constraints of prior resolve
impediments that once constrained
with inexperience surely blamed
for the struggles of the past
these hurdles spanned at last
perseverance against restraints
this was the struggle allowed by fate
now half remembered in the fog
as futures react to firm resolve
the shadows now far behind
applaud as if to remind
that life renews with every day
affirming spirit will find a way.
...
#memories
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louiseri
Poem Published
26th Jan 2020 6:47pm
26th Jan 2020 6:47pm
untitled 2
#abuse
#memories
#MentalHealth
33 reads
4 Comments
_boybrains
Poem Published
26th Jan 2020 12:15pm
26th Jan 2020 12:15pm
flashback.
trains
echo
screams
i knew
long
before
when
size six
shoes
almost
touched
oblivion
echo
screams
i knew
long
before
when
size six
shoes
almost
touched
oblivion
#memories
#minimalist
28 reads
6 Comments
jmerrick73
Poem Published
25th Jan 2020 12:18pm
25th Jan 2020 12:18pm
Thinking of..........
You know how certain songs strike up a memory of a time,place or a person from your life ?
I'm sorry i didn't get my shit together as long as we have known each other. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me for the fool I've been?
I haven't had much happiness in my entire life. But i was very happy 😁to have met you and to be your friend.
My unhappiness has been brought about by all the deaths of my family and friends. I've tried many times to allow happiness to stay within me. It's just not possible. I have too much hurt in my soul. I'm not...
I'm sorry i didn't get my shit together as long as we have known each other. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me for the fool I've been?
I haven't had much happiness in my entire life. But i was very happy 😁to have met you and to be your friend.
My unhappiness has been brought about by all the deaths of my family and friends. I've tried many times to allow happiness to stay within me. It's just not possible. I have too much hurt in my soul. I'm not...
#memories
#nostalgia
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2 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
24th Jan 2020 6:17pm
24th Jan 2020 6:17pm
Who Was She Now That She's Gone ?
as if a cryptic night-tune
sealed in the concrete
and substrata of the motherland,
Brash Brooklyn with a hand
in the air signifying
something no one needs
to know, as in the Come-Go
...
sealed in the concrete
and substrata of the motherland,
Brash Brooklyn with a hand
in the air signifying
something no one needs
to know, as in the Come-Go
...
#grief
#dreams
#death
#memories
#memorial
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Vferry
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2020 5:01am
23rd Jan 2020 5:01am
Chorus Home
This old house
Sings a chorus
Humming floor below us
Rattling pipes
N’ clank’n pots and pans
Mama sings her well wishes
As daddy fiddles with the dishes
But mama she’s the leader of the band
There’s the trumpet sound of cries
As the kids drum up lies
For trouble they’ve gotten in
N’ the dog’s wagging tail
Keeps time with the yells
As grandpa tunes up the mandolin
Home sweet home
Built on the sounds of love
From kisses to brotherly shoves
Home sweet home
Where laughter
Follows tears ...
Sings a chorus
Humming floor below us
Rattling pipes
N’ clank’n pots and pans
Mama sings her well wishes
As daddy fiddles with the dishes
But mama she’s the leader of the band
There’s the trumpet sound of cries
As the kids drum up lies
For trouble they’ve gotten in
N’ the dog’s wagging tail
Keeps time with the yells
As grandpa tunes up the mandolin
Home sweet home
Built on the sounds of love
From kisses to brotherly shoves
Home sweet home
Where laughter
Follows tears ...
#love
#family
#home #memories
#home #memories
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Lazarus_Rabinowitz
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2020 11:58pm
22nd Jan 2020 11:58pm
Eschatology
taking my stand
at the top of the slide
I glare at the line of children
chanting up at me
cry baby, cry baby, cry baby
cry baby, cry baby, cry baby
blue tears blur crimson rage
cry baby, cry baby, cry baby
the yellow-mouthed woman
has organized this attack
in retaliation for my outburst
towards a hay-haired miniature
demagogue and her pride of
speech-impaired lackeys
that rendered them confused,
floundering over one another
as I rushed at them roaring
my outrage at their preemptive ...
at the top of the slide
I glare at the line of children
chanting up at me
cry baby, cry baby, cry baby
cry baby, cry baby, cry baby
blue tears blur crimson rage
cry baby, cry baby, cry baby
the yellow-mouthed woman
has organized this attack
in retaliation for my outburst
towards a hay-haired miniature
demagogue and her pride of
speech-impaired lackeys
that rendered them confused,
floundering over one another
as I rushed at them roaring
my outrage at their preemptive ...
#childhood
#memories
#nostalgia
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Lazarus_Rabinowitz
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2020 11:54pm
22nd Jan 2020 11:54pm
Squall
it was storming that day
none of us kids would stay
on our cots for nap time
the woman wanted us to sleep
she smelled like cigarettes and
sounded like a creaky door
when she spoke
she and her old man were arguing
- he wanted to let us get up,
but she wanted her smoke break
she went back and forth between
berating him in loud whispers
and shouting for us to lie back down
he had a long, bushy grey beard
and an angry voice even when he
was attempting to sound kind
he wore short-sleeved button-down ...
none of us kids would stay
on our cots for nap time
the woman wanted us to sleep
she smelled like cigarettes and
sounded like a creaky door
when she spoke
she and her old man were arguing
- he wanted to let us get up,
but she wanted her smoke break
she went back and forth between
berating him in loud whispers
and shouting for us to lie back down
he had a long, bushy grey beard
and an angry voice even when he
was attempting to sound kind
he wore short-sleeved button-down ...
#childhood
#memories
#nostalgia
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The_Starstruck
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2020 10:03pm
22nd Jan 2020 10:03pm
Diary 1
I wonder what's its like without PTSD. Is it calmer? Are there less shadows or are they just different ones? Can you walk down the street without peering over your shoulder at every sound? Waiting until he shows his face to you and finish what was started. Do you live without thinking of all the ways someone could attack you. How no one would help you.I suppose I will likely never know. Unable to shake off the constant sludge of this disease and walking through life desperately pretending to not see the darkness in your eyes every time you pass a mirror. Maybe I'll ask my dad
#memories
#FeelingLost
#SelfDiscovery
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MadameLavender
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2020 9:18pm
22nd Jan 2020 9:18pm
Adam
(written for Poetcast Project's "All The Single Peeps" comp)
I heard someone I once knew
in your guitar—
his words, pouring
from your lips
in song…
I can’t bring him back.
I saw him rise up
in your lyrics, longing
for some nameless thing,
the elusive, uncatchable thing,
that should calm the restless soul
but never does.
I can’t bring him back.
I promised
I would never love again—
we made a pact, Me,
Myself and I….
I can’t bring him back—
...
I heard someone I once knew
in your guitar—
his words, pouring
from your lips
in song…
I can’t bring him back.
I saw him rise up
in your lyrics, longing
for some nameless thing,
the elusive, uncatchable thing,
that should calm the restless soul
but never does.
I can’t bring him back.
I promised
I would never love again—
we made a pact, Me,
Myself and I….
I can’t bring him back—
...
#music
#memories
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taizai
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2020 1:43am
22nd Jan 2020 1:43am
shut up!
i hate it most when they’re in the kitchen
the screams echo off my mother’s chinese plates
and clash into each other like a bull towards a red flag
horns up, legs bucked, fists up.
wishing the red flag would submit to a white
like my daddy’s face when he found out momma was sleeping with a rich man
white wall, brown fist, was he picturing her face?
ring fingers with no fucking ring
me growing up with an attitude and commitment issues, is that my goddamn fault?
SHUT UP! you’re so.... loud. let me sleep, even the monster under my bed...
the screams echo off my mother’s chinese plates
and clash into each other like a bull towards a red flag
horns up, legs bucked, fists up.
wishing the red flag would submit to a white
like my daddy’s face when he found out momma was sleeping with a rich man
white wall, brown fist, was he picturing her face?
ring fingers with no fucking ring
me growing up with an attitude and commitment issues, is that my goddamn fault?
SHUT UP! you’re so.... loud. let me sleep, even the monster under my bed...
#parent
#childhood
#family
#memories
#separation
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