Poems about Memories
#memories
Intriguing and captivating poetry about memories and remembrance. Memories collected throughout a lifetime, expressed through poems.
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Natalia
Natalia
Poem Published
Today 2:23am
Today 2:23am
The Wolf (Blood Moon)
The full moon bleeds for us
Among scattered stars
Shadows cast in the trees
The dim light just enough
You could see if you were looking
Do you even remember
And the transformation begins
My heart beats stronger
The beast begins to consume my soul
Yellow eyes filled with hunger
Reflecting the red glow
And the cravings inside intensify
Like a virus, invading every cell
The past is broken but forgotten
Only the desire for revenge remains
The flesh, pain on display
Each bone twists and breaks
Skin...
Among scattered stars
Shadows cast in the trees
The dim light just enough
You could see if you were looking
Do you even remember
And the transformation begins
My heart beats stronger
The beast begins to consume my soul
Yellow eyes filled with hunger
Reflecting the red glow
And the cravings inside intensify
Like a virus, invading every cell
The past is broken but forgotten
Only the desire for revenge remains
The flesh, pain on display
Each bone twists and breaks
Skin...
#grief
#dark
#evil
#memories
#revenge
30 reads
13 Comments
LIFE4ME
Poem Published
Today 00:30am
Today 00:30am
Remembered
Beloved Husband
You were my greatest blessing
Children provided
A cherished Daddy
Moments never forgotten
Grandchildren given
A loving Papa
Playful moments never lost
Always remembered
You were my greatest blessing
Children provided
A cherished Daddy
Moments never forgotten
Grandchildren given
A loving Papa
Playful moments never lost
Always remembered
#love
#father
#marriage
#family
#memories
14 reads
1 Comment
Heezy_Voice
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:12pm
Yesterday 8:12pm
WITHOUT THE CHAOS
I change each year just a little,
Shedding the skin I grew to know.
That's part of growing up,
You reap what you sow.
I have freedom now,
But I miss the structure of the past.
Does that make me weak,
To want something to last?
Things look different to me, now,
The world shifting around me.
I recognize none of this,
And yet memories only make me bleed.
Is it wrong to miss the chaos?
Is it wrong to want to go back?
I grew up in fear,
I was always under attack,
I'm not sure how to exist...
Shedding the skin I grew to know.
That's part of growing up,
You reap what you sow.
I have freedom now,
But I miss the structure of the past.
Does that make me weak,
To want something to last?
Things look different to me, now,
The world shifting around me.
I recognize none of this,
And yet memories only make me bleed.
Is it wrong to miss the chaos?
Is it wrong to want to go back?
I grew up in fear,
I was always under attack,
I'm not sure how to exist...
#memories
25 reads
2 Comments
Bender
Jarlath
Jarlath
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:11pm
Yesterday 7:11pm
Restless
Born from a cosmic remnant,
thoughts swimming in celestial monasteries.
Past lives swirling in disarray,
in the mind of today's shell.
Unable to find unity,
a particular kind of hell.
thoughts swimming in celestial monasteries.
Past lives swirling in disarray,
in the mind of today's shell.
Unable to find unity,
a particular kind of hell.
#universe
#spiritual
#memories #historical
#memories #historical
28 reads
6 Comments
theEgoEffect
Barona
Barona
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:13am
Yesterday 7:13am
Moon Mend Me
Laying
in the cold sand
with my love,
Our warm eyes
look to the black sky,
Up at the wounded moon above;
It bleeds as our memories do this night
Deep down I'm disappointed,
Her light shone but not as bright
as she did for us that night;
A poignant radiance
reaches us
We remember vividly
driving down
the long stretch of road,
The moon bathed in blood,
Exposing her flaws,
Surface wanting to implode
Grasping at the earth's crust,
Waiting for us to get close
so she could reach us,...
in the cold sand
with my love,
Our warm eyes
look to the black sky,
Up at the wounded moon above;
It bleeds as our memories do this night
Deep down I'm disappointed,
Her light shone but not as bright
as she did for us that night;
A poignant radiance
reaches us
We remember vividly
driving down
the long stretch of road,
The moon bathed in blood,
Exposing her flaws,
Surface wanting to implode
Grasping at the earth's crust,
Waiting for us to get close
so she could reach us,...
#death
#universe
#moon
#stars
#memories
44 reads
4 Comments
TheMuses22
Muse22
Muse22
Poem Published
20th Jan 2019 11:32pm
20th Jan 2019 11:32pm
The Stuff of a Faulkner Novel
the children were given guns;
pellet guns to kill
rats in the house
fifteen year-old candy
in fifty year-old fridge
moth-eaten clothes ...
pellet guns to kill
rats in the house
fifteen year-old candy
in fifty year-old fridge
moth-eaten clothes ...
#family
#memories
#memorial
47 reads
7 Comments
Rachelleundrgrd
Poem Published
20th Jan 2019 5:51pm
20th Jan 2019 5:51pm
Mourning Sundays
Sunday mornings are the hardest.
Like today. I was doing fine. I got my own coffee going-albeit lacking the French touch you would bring.
Hit play on that Acoustic Sunday Mornings mix.
Lit a fire in the chimney—the same one we always meant to get swept when we were we.
I stepped out under the crisp winter air to scoop up the New York Times—
I still think of you every single time.
One hundred Sundays and counting
of a little bend and break.
As I always did (remember?), I first gravitate towards the magazine, seeking...
Like today. I was doing fine. I got my own coffee going-albeit lacking the French touch you would bring.
Hit play on that Acoustic Sunday Mornings mix.
Lit a fire in the chimney—the same one we always meant to get swept when we were we.
I stepped out under the crisp winter air to scoop up the New York Times—
I still think of you every single time.
One hundred Sundays and counting
of a little bend and break.
As I always did (remember?), I first gravitate towards the magazine, seeking...
#love
#heartbroken
#betrayal #memories
#betrayal #memories
29 reads
6 Comments
Tenderloin
Poem Published
20th Jan 2019 3:52pm
20th Jan 2019 3:52pm
Nineties
The slow fade in
"I Wanna Be Adored"
slinking into the room
like an echo of the past
not heard for decades
the cassette copy
in a box from the past
somewhere
Thinking of the days
mildly stoned
in a rare peace
away from the
critical father
sitting with
a pierced girl
- nose and nipples
and ropy dreads
Our youthful skin
nourished in dairy
no urgency
calm in the admiration
of each other
entering her
at the request
of her adventurous lips
taking my time ...
"I Wanna Be Adored"
slinking into the room
like an echo of the past
not heard for decades
the cassette copy
in a box from the past
somewhere
Thinking of the days
mildly stoned
in a rare peace
away from the
critical father
sitting with
a pierced girl
- nose and nipples
and ropy dreads
Our youthful skin
nourished in dairy
no urgency
calm in the admiration
of each other
entering her
at the request
of her adventurous lips
taking my time ...
#sex
#memories
55 reads
5 Comments
Bender
Jarlath
Jarlath
Poem Published
19th Jan 2019 3:29pm
19th Jan 2019 3:29pm
Cold
I'm cold.
The winter's rain plays a
melancholy melody upon my
window sill.
Gazing out into the gray.
Howling winds are reminiscent of
memories blowing open the
shutters of my mind.
There are far too many.
They project themselves onto the
screen of my subconscious.
Looping reels of loss and pain.
I notice the trees.
Stripped bare by the harsh season.
Wearing only the icy reminder
that these are bitter times.
Drawing a deep breath, I
close my eyes to the storm.
As the images fall...
The winter's rain plays a
melancholy melody upon my
window sill.
Gazing out into the gray.
Howling winds are reminiscent of
memories blowing open the
shutters of my mind.
There are far too many.
They project themselves onto the
screen of my subconscious.
Looping reels of loss and pain.
I notice the trees.
Stripped bare by the harsh season.
Wearing only the icy reminder
that these are bitter times.
Drawing a deep breath, I
close my eyes to the storm.
As the images fall...
#sadness
#loneliness
#winter #memories
#winter #memories
55 reads
12 Comments
A_Failed_Artist
Poem Published
18th Jan 2019 6:06pm
18th Jan 2019 6:06pm
Mind Reader
When I was down, you lifted me.
When I was hiding, you found me.
Your words, they snuck into my head, made a nest, giving me the will to try again.
Lying on the floor with a note in my hand, you took away the invisible gun.
When I was hiding, you found me.
Your words, they snuck into my head, made a nest, giving me the will to try again.
Lying on the floor with a note in my hand, you took away the invisible gun.
#depression
#brother
#memories #SelfWorth
#memories #SelfWorth
32 reads
2 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
16th Jan 2019 9:26pm
16th Jan 2019 9:26pm
Her Creviced Heart/Love’s Tomb
This is my testament,
hear with undammed ears an old sentiment.
Now, my fellow poets of secrecy,
I’ll allow you to hear me.
Behold poetic confessions of my black heart!
Many a poet’s confessions
are buried in their long,
undisturbed tomb of revelations.
Beneath this fleshy crypt lies unclouded truths –
that which creviced my old flames heart.
Somewhere within the cryptic mist,
lies the question of the meaning of our last kiss.
Oh, the mysterious confessions of poetic sorrow,
she never knew there...
hear with undammed ears an old sentiment.
Now, my fellow poets of secrecy,
I’ll allow you to hear me.
Behold poetic confessions of my black heart!
Many a poet’s confessions
are buried in their long,
undisturbed tomb of revelations.
Beneath this fleshy crypt lies unclouded truths –
that which creviced my old flames heart.
Somewhere within the cryptic mist,
lies the question of the meaning of our last kiss.
Oh, the mysterious confessions of poetic sorrow,
she never knew there...
#love
#breakup
#betrayal
#death
#memories
26 reads
0 Comments
Tenderloin
Poem Published
16th Jan 2019 3:39am
16th Jan 2019 3:39am
Night Visions
#lust
#dreams
#night #memories
#night #memories
142 reads
3 Comments
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