Poems about Memories
#memories
Intriguing and captivating poetry about memories and remembrance. Memories collected throughout a lifetime, expressed through poems.
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
Today 2:25pm
Today 2:25pm
blank
inscrutable silence
deafens
imagined slights
and invisible papercuts
firing test shots across the bow
She sits frozen, waiting.
The latchkey kid
with a sandwich
and a voice on cassette
It was supposed to make her feel
cherished
….
deafens
imagined slights
and invisible papercuts
firing test shots across the bow
She sits frozen, waiting.
The latchkey kid
with a sandwich
and a voice on cassette
It was supposed to make her feel
cherished
….
#loneliness
#rejection
#memories #emptiness
#memories #emptiness
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missjem56
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2022 9:19am
3rd Oct 2022 9:19am
Progress?
It's a funny thing
That colour of skin
Didn't become a definition
Until the 16th/17th century
And that a few thousand years ago
Neither did gender
And here we are
In a so called advanced society
That separates
And divides us all
Into little boxes
Cliched
I witnessed, and also received abuse
But glad i was neither
Black, brown, ginger,overweight
And especially not female
As i knew that the abuse i endured
Would of been worse
Although having my head kicked
Punched, beaten with snooker balls within a...
That colour of skin
Didn't become a definition
Until the 16th/17th century
And that a few thousand years ago
Neither did gender
And here we are
In a so called advanced society
That separates
And divides us all
Into little boxes
Cliched
I witnessed, and also received abuse
But glad i was neither
Black, brown, ginger,overweight
And especially not female
As i knew that the abuse i endured
Would of been worse
Although having my head kicked
Punched, beaten with snooker balls within a...
#violence
#oppression
#memories #humankind
#memories #humankind
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AaHarvey
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2022 11:43am
2nd Oct 2022 11:43am
A beautiful lie
Tell me a beautiful lie…I’ll believe it because I have to.
Find me a corner in which I can cry, for this soul cannot be soothed.
Gift me a word of truth that I will never believe.
Give me your honesty so I can once more see.
A lie is just a truth, wrapped in an enigma inside a box,
And I can’t find the key, I need to unlock.
The words are misremembered or never understood.
Show me your truth and I’ll despise your good.
Hand me my life in a basket, I’ll devour your soul.
Wrap me in a casket, when I get too old.
Punch me...
Find me a corner in which I can cry, for this soul cannot be soothed.
Gift me a word of truth that I will never believe.
Give me your honesty so I can once more see.
A lie is just a truth, wrapped in an enigma inside a box,
And I can’t find the key, I need to unlock.
The words are misremembered or never understood.
Show me your truth and I’ll despise your good.
Hand me my life in a basket, I’ll devour your soul.
Wrap me in a casket, when I get too old.
Punch me...
#love
#lies
#TruthOfLife
#memories
#fear
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AaHarvey
Poem Published
1st Oct 2022 8:21pm
1st Oct 2022 8:21pm
Dark souls
Feels like I have died inside.
Still walking through the tears I have cried.
Memories walk with me by my side
And in my dreams is the only way I can fly.
Thinking of a girl who died soul free.
In the middle of the night she spoke with me.
She said let yourself go and dump your non-energy.
It only eats away at you, time after time, believe me.
(C)2022 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Still walking through the tears I have cried.
Memories walk with me by my side
And in my dreams is the only way I can fly.
Thinking of a girl who died soul free.
In the middle of the night she spoke with me.
She said let yourself go and dump your non-energy.
It only eats away at you, time after time, believe me.
(C)2022 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
#sadness
#dreams
#death
#spiritual
#memories
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S-m-sawyer
Poem Published
30th Sep 2022 4:50pm
30th Sep 2022 4:50pm
Troubled youth
Back in my youth my life was almost derailed
I could tell you a thousand tales, documented and detailed
Nieve and wild, sometimes forgetting I was merely a child.....
My convalescence has me thinking of my Adolescence
Home and street life dominated by infectious violence
This is my broken silence
And i can still hear my screams louder than police sirens,
Mistaken identity had my friend stabbed in the neck right next me
Ii turned my head the other way
And from my angle I could see the...
I could tell you a thousand tales, documented and detailed
Nieve and wild, sometimes forgetting I was merely a child.....
My convalescence has me thinking of my Adolescence
Home and street life dominated by infectious violence
This is my broken silence
And i can still hear my screams louder than police sirens,
Mistaken identity had my friend stabbed in the neck right next me
Ii turned my head the other way
And from my angle I could see the...
#friendship
#LifeStruggles
#anniversary #memories
#anniversary #memories
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oskar
Poem Published
30th Sep 2022 8:42am
30th Sep 2022 8:42am
when love is not enough
When love is not enough
The bird of love sits in a gilded cage, sometimes
it gets out and flies in search of mischief.
Anton, a young student from a middle-class family
sat in a crowded café drinking a beer, when Maria
entered, she had a coffee since the café was full
Anton beckoned for her to sit with him at his table.
Love is cruelly struck!
In infatuation, they had met by chance and nothing
about them made sense, Anton was well educated
Maria could struggle through the headlines
of the local newspaper, but she was of a generous ...
The bird of love sits in a gilded cage, sometimes
it gets out and flies in search of mischief.
Anton, a young student from a middle-class family
sat in a crowded café drinking a beer, when Maria
entered, she had a coffee since the café was full
Anton beckoned for her to sit with him at his table.
Love is cruelly struck!
In infatuation, they had met by chance and nothing
about them made sense, Anton was well educated
Maria could struggle through the headlines
of the local newspaper, but she was of a generous ...
#mother
#father
#brother
#memories
#separation
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
28th Sep 2022 3:09am
28th Sep 2022 3:09am
The Tower of Illusive Splendors
- The Tower of Illusive Splendors -
It was a rough and terrible fortress that dominated the landscape of the small isle on which it sat, like a primordial giant, immense and looming over those waters that lay all around, just off the coast of the mainland. Stained glass where the windows, but some were open and through the open ones it was not difficult to see for a great distance indeed. The shores of the isle were rough and jagged, but in starkest contrast was the pleasant countryside of the mainland, where placid streams babbled down from those high mountains that defined the...
It was a rough and terrible fortress that dominated the landscape of the small isle on which it sat, like a primordial giant, immense and looming over those waters that lay all around, just off the coast of the mainland. Stained glass where the windows, but some were open and through the open ones it was not difficult to see for a great distance indeed. The shores of the isle were rough and jagged, but in starkest contrast was the pleasant countryside of the mainland, where placid streams babbled down from those high mountains that defined the...
#dark
#vampires
#memories
#pagan
#magic
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allyfaye
Poem Published
27th Sep 2022 4:51pm
27th Sep 2022 4:51pm
Pass
a car ride in the dark
a little cool window
not tired yet
many memories
of this type
like when we played
a game
road the bus
stopped traffic
ignored the sign
kissed in the shadows
I cried about everything
now only happiness is life
the harder the sound
the more I'm reminded
to forgive me
a little cool window
not tired yet
many memories
of this type
like when we played
a game
road the bus
stopped traffic
ignored the sign
kissed in the shadows
I cried about everything
now only happiness is life
the harder the sound
the more I'm reminded
to forgive me
#memories
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missjem56
Poem Published
27th Sep 2022 12:20pm
27th Sep 2022 12:20pm
Beguile
I withheld my tears
As i counted out the years
Just drifting
And wandering
Always dreaming
When hope stood still
As i reminisce at the lost skill
Of attracting
A love as sweet
As honey
And i still cannot see
In the light of my sobriety
Yet still
I live in hope
Aware
That age beckons
And beguiles
Lost images
And forgotten smiles
by Jemia
As i counted out the years
Just drifting
And wandering
Always dreaming
When hope stood still
As i reminisce at the lost skill
Of attracting
A love as sweet
As honey
And i still cannot see
In the light of my sobriety
Yet still
I live in hope
Aware
That age beckons
And beguiles
Lost images
And forgotten smiles
by Jemia
#hope
#romantic
#memories
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APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Poem Published
27th Sep 2022 3:18am
27th Sep 2022 3:18am
My Grandparents
All I knew was old,
wrinkled skin,
and stumbling gait.
Craggy best described her face,
giving gifts of ice cream and cake,
plus lots of love and caring.
She dreamed of coming to America
but I never knew her story.
Years after she passed,
combing through old boxes,
there was a picture of a ravishing beauty.
"that's grandma, didn't you know?"
Next to her stood a handsome man,
tall with chiseled physic,.
His suit with wide labels
couldn't hide the...
wrinkled skin,
and stumbling gait.
Craggy best described her face,
giving gifts of ice cream and cake,
plus lots of love and caring.
She dreamed of coming to America
but I never knew her story.
Years after she passed,
combing through old boxes,
there was a picture of a ravishing beauty.
"that's grandma, didn't you know?"
Next to her stood a handsome man,
tall with chiseled physic,.
His suit with wide labels
couldn't hide the...
#love
#family
#memories
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wallyroo92
Bumped 26th Sep 2022 6:14pm
25th Feb 2019 4:59pm
25th Feb 2019 4:59pm
Mientras en el Exilio (While in Exile)
Mientras en el Exilio
¿Cuantas mañanas habrás despertado?
Deseando las escenas de tu propia nación,
De aquella tierra que te vio nacer,
Porque mientras en el exilio el corazón anhela,
Estar en la madre patria otra vez.
¿Habrá sido el sonido en las calles, en las plazas?
Las caras familiares donde hayas crecido,
Los olores de los campos, del mar,
Del viento que aspira el alma,
Como una acaricia tierna que te trae a casa.
¿Cuantas veces quisiste regresar?
Extender tus alas como la paloma blanca,
Que representa...
¿Cuantas mañanas habrás despertado?
Deseando las escenas de tu propia nación,
De aquella tierra que te vio nacer,
Porque mientras en el exilio el corazón anhela,
Estar en la madre patria otra vez.
¿Habrá sido el sonido en las calles, en las plazas?
Las caras familiares donde hayas crecido,
Los olores de los campos, del mar,
Del viento que aspira el alma,
Como una acaricia tierna que te trae a casa.
¿Cuantas veces quisiste regresar?
Extender tus alas como la paloma blanca,
Que representa...
#sadness
#memories
#nostalgia #separation
#nostalgia #separation
511 reads
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rubyredheart
Poem Published
24th Sep 2022 8:17am
24th Sep 2022 8:17am
Ghost of my Affection
Welcome to my haunted heart,
Ghost I love.
Only lacking are the wisps of you
Ah, the touch…
Brush my breast with your breeze
Earthy cool
Rest with me; come, talk awhile
Calm my soul
Stay forever & a day
Linger here
Tell me, have you love to spare?
I miss you!
Welcome to my haunted heart
Never leave
Ghost I love, make a bed
Here with me
Ghost I love.
Only lacking are the wisps of you
Ah, the touch…
Brush my breast with your breeze
Earthy cool
Rest with me; come, talk awhile
Calm my soul
Stay forever & a day
Linger here
Tell me, have you love to spare?
I miss you!
Welcome to my haunted heart
Never leave
Ghost I love, make a bed
Here with me
#love
#ghosts
#memories
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