Poems about Memories
#memories
Intriguing and captivating poetry about memories and remembrance. Memories collected throughout a lifetime, expressed through poems.
Ownly_Human
Poem Published
Today 1:46pm
Today 1:46pm
Hiraeth
Hiraeth
I saw the meadow's stunning
beauty dreaming
a quiet endeavor providing
solace to my troubled mind
A hundred miles of emerald green
waiting to pull me in
I saw the stars as they danced
in the day's demise
Each spoke of their ethereal view
through their stories I saw
myself reflected
I heard a rhythmic, lyrical tune
one never heard but lovingly imbued
It plucked a chord within my heart, yet I knew it not
Lingering memories are what
dreams impart
carrying...
I saw the meadow's stunning
beauty dreaming
a quiet endeavor providing
solace to my troubled mind
A hundred miles of emerald green
waiting to pull me in
I saw the stars as they danced
in the day's demise
Each spoke of their ethereal view
through their stories I saw
myself reflected
I heard a rhythmic, lyrical tune
one never heard but lovingly imbued
It plucked a chord within my heart, yet I knew it not
Lingering memories are what
dreams impart
carrying...
#beauty
#dreams
#home #memories
#home #memories
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:40pm
Yesterday 3:40pm
Old Ephemera
Not had much time for science, politics,
or any of the things I’ve benefitted from
as a young citizen of this last hundred years.
I’ve read my Dawkins, though, and pricked my ears
politely to the lectures of the older set,
who’ve said how privileged I am to not
be North Korean or just otherwise deprived
of God’s great gift: democracy.
It's really rather flawed of me
to not wade in and fight for that which fought for me
(it’s always, in confessionals, the poet’s “me me me”)
but all I've ever liked or felt enthusiastic for
is...
or any of the things I’ve benefitted from
as a young citizen of this last hundred years.
I’ve read my Dawkins, though, and pricked my ears
politely to the lectures of the older set,
who’ve said how privileged I am to not
be North Korean or just otherwise deprived
of God’s great gift: democracy.
It's really rather flawed of me
to not wade in and fight for that which fought for me
(it’s always, in confessionals, the poet’s “me me me”)
but all I've ever liked or felt enthusiastic for
is...
#dreams
#memories
#myself #art
#myself #art
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Kehlida
Bumped Yesterday 8:17am
1st Nov 2021 00:51am
1st Nov 2021 00:51am
Sailing or Sinking?
Clearing out my conscious seems impossible tonight
so I feign diversion for relief
All these feelings and theories of mine
seem worthless in the grand scheme
Wondering if I belong because I view this world in different hues
and most will remain blind as I struggle to find any use
Ignorance holds no candle to an enlightened soul
but still we drug ourselves and become dumbed down
Starlight eyes and an elusive mind
Hoping something might numb my brain
and remove this double-edged curse from me
Six sides of a metaphor...
so I feign diversion for relief
All these feelings and theories of mine
seem worthless in the grand scheme
Wondering if I belong because I view this world in different hues
and most will remain blind as I struggle to find any use
Ignorance holds no candle to an enlightened soul
but still we drug ourselves and become dumbed down
Starlight eyes and an elusive mind
Hoping something might numb my brain
and remove this double-edged curse from me
Six sides of a metaphor...
#depression
#drugs
#memories
#misunderstood
#emptiness
667 reads
6 Comments
PoeticMalibu
Poem Published
25th Jan 2023 4:26pm
25th Jan 2023 4:26pm
Bad at love
I’m bad at Love,
So is everyone else,
I enjoy the taste of vodka,
I enjoy the moment of the numbness,
You can’t blame me for trying,
I’m bad at love,
I’m not getting better at it,
There’s so many people out there,
Who wants this?
I’m going to enjoy my life to the fullest,
Till I die.
I’m bad at love,
I’m afraid of your emotions.
If I walk, I walk
Chase me.
I jump when people yell.
I always want to say no,
I get cranky when I’m hungry.
I’m broken hearted,
I’m alone.
I’m going to crazy when I’m...
So is everyone else,
I enjoy the taste of vodka,
I enjoy the moment of the numbness,
You can’t blame me for trying,
I’m bad at love,
I’m not getting better at it,
There’s so many people out there,
Who wants this?
I’m going to enjoy my life to the fullest,
Till I die.
I’m bad at love,
I’m afraid of your emotions.
If I walk, I walk
Chase me.
I jump when people yell.
I always want to say no,
I get cranky when I’m hungry.
I’m broken hearted,
I’m alone.
I’m going to crazy when I’m...
#identity
#memories
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
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PoetSpeak
Poem Published
24th Jan 2023 8:45pm
24th Jan 2023 8:45pm
Sucking Off my Past
Swore I'd never do this
Of course now I am
Found this pic while looking for something else
I remember it well
No camera phones back then
Good to see I was wearing all black
Prehistoric cool
Fast forward to now
Wait
Why bother
Ain't nothing now gonna match this pretty boy punk
Spread out some blow on a album cover
Grab a straight edge razor
Find a Bowie song on Spotify
Rock me all night long ...
Of course now I am
Found this pic while looking for something else
I remember it well
No camera phones back then
Good to see I was wearing all black
Prehistoric cool
Fast forward to now
Wait
Why bother
Ain't nothing now gonna match this pretty boy punk
Spread out some blow on a album cover
Grab a straight edge razor
Find a Bowie song on Spotify
Rock me all night long ...
#music
#confessional
#memories
#dialogue
#historical
86 reads
28 Comments
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
24th Jan 2023 7:06pm
24th Jan 2023 7:06pm
Tightrope
Taut are the never ending cables,
Grind elevators through time shafts
Balance scrapers to the sky’s tilt,
Feather friendship to staircase
Of red double-decker buses.
Nothing more.....
Than a metaphor whore,
Door-to-door salesman
For GrimReaper.com,
Building suburban cemeteries
To the pedal of London after midnight.
Show me the bones and I may
Write you a double-breasted suit
Angles of Angel Pub
Take wings on camera obscura
Lager lenses just become smaller.
Only thing civil about our...
Grind elevators through time shafts
Balance scrapers to the sky’s tilt,
Feather friendship to staircase
Of red double-decker buses.
Nothing more.....
Than a metaphor whore,
Door-to-door salesman
For GrimReaper.com,
Building suburban cemeteries
To the pedal of London after midnight.
Show me the bones and I may
Write you a double-breasted suit
Angles of Angel Pub
Take wings on camera obscura
Lager lenses just become smaller.
Only thing civil about our...
#death
#memories
#LifeCycle
78 reads
14 Comments
Ownly_Human
Poem Published
24th Jan 2023 5:42pm
24th Jan 2023 5:42pm
Memories Veiled
Deep into that darkness unhurried
I crave the splendid,
silent call
somewhat louder than
the owl's descending
Back into my memories repeating
I threw it's ghost against
the moments
When I thought of the memories
Take the murmuring from
out my heart
back into my memories recalling
My passion is the silent longing
On that day my soul grew happy
Once sat engaged and storing
The stairway reached the
true sublime
When I thought of the memories
I crave the splendid,
silent call
somewhat louder than
the owl's descending
Back into my memories repeating
I threw it's ghost against
the moments
When I thought of the memories
Take the murmuring from
out my heart
back into my memories recalling
My passion is the silent longing
On that day my soul grew happy
Once sat engaged and storing
The stairway reached the
true sublime
When I thought of the memories
#memories
#nostalgia
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4 Comments
Msj
Poem Published
24th Jan 2023 8:15am
24th Jan 2023 8:15am
Unwanted Letter to Granddad
With tearful eyes and mournful cries I penned a letter.
He was always there right from the very start,
His precious grandchildren captured his heart,
I can hear your voice talking to me as
your spirit lives on within.
I could never give the amount of credit that is due,
An Incredible Man you were indeed,
May I always conquer strife,
knowing you're here in spirit.
May my problems be solved,
thinking "what would granddad do".
Now every time we speak of you it starts with "remember when".
May we remember all you taught us,...
He was always there right from the very start,
His precious grandchildren captured his heart,
I can hear your voice talking to me as
your spirit lives on within.
I could never give the amount of credit that is due,
An Incredible Man you were indeed,
May I always conquer strife,
knowing you're here in spirit.
May my problems be solved,
thinking "what would granddad do".
Now every time we speak of you it starts with "remember when".
May we remember all you taught us,...
#sadness
#love
#grief
#memories
#memorial
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Josiah
Poem Published
24th Jan 2023 7:44am
24th Jan 2023 7:44am
Pondering the Past
Flashbacks that stop me dead in my tracks, déjà vu
My opiate, my tears, and rose-colored glasses
Comfort is creed, can't move on, so I blackout in lieu
In my day dreams, you make me a heretic, it's true
Palliative sedation: steady, and sweet as molasses
Flashbacks that stop me dead in my tracks, déjà vu
Sometimes a pea under a matress or a rock in my shoe
Regrets, pressure cooking my unresolved impasses
Comfort is creed, can't move on, so I blackout in lieu
Hunger pains for history to repeat itself... To relive...
My opiate, my tears, and rose-colored glasses
Comfort is creed, can't move on, so I blackout in lieu
In my day dreams, you make me a heretic, it's true
Palliative sedation: steady, and sweet as molasses
Flashbacks that stop me dead in my tracks, déjà vu
Sometimes a pea under a matress or a rock in my shoe
Regrets, pressure cooking my unresolved impasses
Comfort is creed, can't move on, so I blackout in lieu
Hunger pains for history to repeat itself... To relive...
#memories
#villanelle
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buddhakitty
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2023 2:57am
22nd Jan 2023 2:57am
bet'cha you can't get away with that anymore
1965
living in Georgia
six years
old
my father was a drunk
off his ass son-of-bitch
in every sense of the
word-
but every now and then
he could throw you a bone
I'd would hear him calling
me
"HEY, WHY DON'T YOU
WALK DOWN TO THE
STORE AND GET ME A
PACK OF CAMELS. HERES
A BUCK...
AND GET YOURSELF
SOMETHING TOO."
(that was as good as
it got with my old man)
so... here's this six year
old kid walking along the
roadside heading for...
living in Georgia
six years
old
my father was a drunk
off his ass son-of-bitch
in every sense of the
word-
but every now and then
he could throw you a bone
I'd would hear him calling
me
"HEY, WHY DON'T YOU
WALK DOWN TO THE
STORE AND GET ME A
PACK OF CAMELS. HERES
A BUCK...
AND GET YOURSELF
SOMETHING TOO."
(that was as good as
it got with my old man)
so... here's this six year
old kid walking along the
roadside heading for...
#family
#memories
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12 Comments
Eerie
Poem Published
21st Jan 2023 7:35pm
21st Jan 2023 7:35pm
Grief Isn’t Always Complicated
Your face had a look of true
peace, but your hands
betrayed Death,
with their bloodless, loose skin.
Just days earlier you were talking
about hearing angels sing,
and I wondered what it sounded like
I will never forget that open room,
the odd smell, my six-year-old,
curious about what an empty
body looked like, nearly pulling
the casket off the stand trying
to get a better look. My heart
stopped, and as I moved
to snatch her up, I heard you say:
Leave that baby alone,
she’s...
peace, but your hands
betrayed Death,
with their bloodless, loose skin.
Just days earlier you were talking
about hearing angels sing,
and I wondered what it sounded like
I will never forget that open room,
the odd smell, my six-year-old,
curious about what an empty
body looked like, nearly pulling
the casket off the stand trying
to get a better look. My heart
stopped, and as I moved
to snatch her up, I heard you say:
Leave that baby alone,
she’s...
#death
#memories
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10 Comments
Fishmander
Poem Published
20th Jan 2023 10:10pm
20th Jan 2023 10:10pm
Sorry.
I grew up feeling so displaced
Hands in my mouth, head cloudy in a maze
Some of you, still, have never known
The thing you read now breathing off the page
Sorry.
Your lost kin is a thespian
Dragged through the past, across and back again
Chemical reaction constant,
Splattered mess on roadsides pedestrian
Sorry.
I write late about our cadence
This inconsistent woven countenance
I'm not your martyr- never was
Is what I would say, in damned elegance.
Sorry.
Hands in my mouth, head cloudy in a maze
Some of you, still, have never known
The thing you read now breathing off the page
Sorry.
Your lost kin is a thespian
Dragged through the past, across and back again
Chemical reaction constant,
Splattered mess on roadsides pedestrian
Sorry.
I write late about our cadence
This inconsistent woven countenance
I'm not your martyr- never was
Is what I would say, in damned elegance.
Sorry.
#love
#dark
#family
#memories
#SelfReflection
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