Poems about Memories
#memories
Intriguing and captivating poetry about memories and remembrance. Memories collected throughout a lifetime, expressed through poems.
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undiminished horizons
do you remember who you were
before the murky fog settled in
smudging your vibrant canvas
days that blurred & obscured
stumbling one into the other
until light slowly fades
and you finally forget...
...how you once lit the skies with your fire
how your passion was so great...
...your body couldn't contain it
when words had the impact of stilettos on concrete
...like gunshots in the night
...they slayed
so fucking alive
wearing your verse like a veil
gossamer & lace lined with titanium
even in weakness you...
before the murky fog settled in
smudging your vibrant canvas
days that blurred & obscured
stumbling one into the other
until light slowly fades
and you finally forget...
...how you once lit the skies with your fire
how your passion was so great...
...your body couldn't contain it
when words had the impact of stilettos on concrete
...like gunshots in the night
...they slayed
so fucking alive
wearing your verse like a veil
gossamer & lace lined with titanium
even in weakness you...
#memories
#WritingPoetry
#admiration #respect
#admiration #respect
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A prison of Dreams
A dream is truly a window into the hidden experiences of a persons life.
Whispers of the past, echoes of the now,
A dreamscape where emotions plough.
The hidden experiences, unkept and unbound,
In the silent theater of the subconscious dream.
We are reminded of pain and regret, of Pleasure and Rejoice.
Each scene a reminder, a cinematic art,
Of the turmoil within, tearing at the heart.
Scripts of sorrow, inked in shades of gray,
Unfolds in the mind where suppressed memories hold sway.
The dreamer, a captive in a phantasmal cell, ...
Whispers of the past, echoes of the now,
A dreamscape where emotions plough.
The hidden experiences, unkept and unbound,
In the silent theater of the subconscious dream.
We are reminded of pain and regret, of Pleasure and Rejoice.
Each scene a reminder, a cinematic art,
Of the turmoil within, tearing at the heart.
Scripts of sorrow, inked in shades of gray,
Unfolds in the mind where suppressed memories hold sway.
The dreamer, a captive in a phantasmal cell, ...
#dreams
#memories
#sleep #nightmares
#sleep #nightmares
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When We Were Zombies
Sleeping in seance from the dowager's chair
love's intoxication scenting pheromones
of nocturnal incantations beneath neon lights
touched by the envelopes with memories
extending the shelf life of the dream's luminosity
believing in the truth of nature's dialysis
of when we were young dancing at the sock hop
listening to Clyde McPhatter, when we were zombies
love's intoxication scenting pheromones
of nocturnal incantations beneath neon lights
touched by the envelopes with memories
extending the shelf life of the dream's luminosity
believing in the truth of nature's dialysis
of when we were young dancing at the sock hop
listening to Clyde McPhatter, when we were zombies
#memories
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Stages
Wrote a letter today and threw the fucking thing away...
Wrote another letter today just to throw the fucking thing away.
Walked right up to your door
Just to turn around and run away
I see you through the window
Knowing there's nothing left to say
I begged and pleaded my way through every tragedy
Left in anger and bargaining energy
Sometimes love is destroying yourself
And never asking why
Sometimes love is destroying yourself
And never hearing
"I'm sorry" is all I wrote
A thousand...
Wrote another letter today just to throw the fucking thing away.
Walked right up to your door
Just to turn around and run away
I see you through the window
Knowing there's nothing left to say
I begged and pleaded my way through every tragedy
Left in anger and bargaining energy
Sometimes love is destroying yourself
And never asking why
Sometimes love is destroying yourself
And never hearing
"I'm sorry" is all I wrote
A thousand...
#grief
#memories
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Farewell Unsaid
I waited in the twilight's gentle glow
besides Soul I stand waiting for words
that he had woken from his slumber
his fate held in dream's tender hand.
whispers of prayers and love unspoken
I embraced a fanciful thought
that we had moments shared
our union was in Maya
holding on to strings of love
forged by togetherness on face-time
by our spirits that none understood
in our world created by words
underground strings of poems were written
like drumbeats of hearts shouting for him
to wake up...
besides Soul I stand waiting for words
that he had woken from his slumber
his fate held in dream's tender hand.
whispers of prayers and love unspoken
I embraced a fanciful thought
that we had moments shared
our union was in Maya
holding on to strings of love
forged by togetherness on face-time
by our spirits that none understood
in our world created by words
underground strings of poems were written
like drumbeats of hearts shouting for him
to wake up...
#memories
#SelfReflection
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childhood memories (one of many)
this is a memory that takes me back to childhood again. one that reminds me of the family, the farmhouse i'm missing. to the southern ground my bare feet walked on, ran on. played on, lived on. those much simpler times of being so young, of feeling free.
remembering all the faces associated with these heartfelt thoughts, my mother, father, brothers and sister. they are all back there, alive and well, gathered together again. waking up together, spending time together.
the large backyard where the chickens, the goats were kept. the horses being in a barn across the...
remembering all the faces associated with these heartfelt thoughts, my mother, father, brothers and sister. they are all back there, alive and well, gathered together again. waking up together, spending time together.
the large backyard where the chickens, the goats were kept. the horses being in a barn across the...
#childhood
#family
#food
#memories
#responsibility
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Unspoken
As quickly as a memory is made, another can be devoured by yesterday.
Digested beats of my heart.
They exchange, days drenched in sweet heaven for days that stab of sharp pain.
But some moments forever remain.
Heart stains find permanence in my brain.
Remembering a time when I was sane.
Before the age of seize at the mere sound of your name.
Awakening euphoria in my brain.
Stirring places devout and deep in my veins.
Yearnings nestled in my membranes.
That persuade my entire soul to be haunted a sweet insane.
The pleasure is...
Digested beats of my heart.
They exchange, days drenched in sweet heaven for days that stab of sharp pain.
But some moments forever remain.
Heart stains find permanence in my brain.
Remembering a time when I was sane.
Before the age of seize at the mere sound of your name.
Awakening euphoria in my brain.
Stirring places devout and deep in my veins.
Yearnings nestled in my membranes.
That persuade my entire soul to be haunted a sweet insane.
The pleasure is...
#memories
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Thanksgiving Time is Here
It’s such a special time of year,
good food, family, fun and laughter,
tables decorated in Thanksgiving cheer,
with a feast so lovingly prepared,
of turkey, ham and sweet potatoes,
mashed potatoes and gravy too.
Don’t forget the dinner rolls and cranberry sauce,
stuffing and green bean casserole.
Woohoo!
And then if you’re still hungry,
there are many delicious desserts to try,
apple, peach and pumpkin pies,
cake, cookies and whoopie pies,
just to name a few.
All to be shared,
with friends and family
as we laugh,...
good food, family, fun and laughter,
tables decorated in Thanksgiving cheer,
with a feast so lovingly prepared,
of turkey, ham and sweet potatoes,
mashed potatoes and gravy too.
Don’t forget the dinner rolls and cranberry sauce,
stuffing and green bean casserole.
Woohoo!
And then if you’re still hungry,
there are many delicious desserts to try,
apple, peach and pumpkin pies,
cake, cookies and whoopie pies,
just to name a few.
All to be shared,
with friends and family
as we laugh,...
#family
#holiday
#food
#memories
#WritingPoetry
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memories
history is all we have to look back on
#memories
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secret smiles & gentle reminiscing
skeletal branches outlined
stark
against a charcoal smudged technicolor sky
a single star...
...defiantly standing out
a thumbs length above the horizon
as flames give one final glorious push
...blazing insanely
before fading into a chilled shadowy night
and thought settles into a pool of reflection
...remembrance
...acceptance
paths traveled & bridges crossed
...burnt down...left with no return
watching mile markers glow to my right
swiftly passing them by
headlights dance across my vision ...
stark
against a charcoal smudged technicolor sky
a single star...
...defiantly standing out
a thumbs length above the horizon
as flames give one final glorious push
...blazing insanely
before fading into a chilled shadowy night
and thought settles into a pool of reflection
...remembrance
...acceptance
paths traveled & bridges crossed
...burnt down...left with no return
watching mile markers glow to my right
swiftly passing them by
headlights dance across my vision ...
#beauty
#memories
#gratitude
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Drippin' The Shadowy
In my easy chair listening to the cider
drippin' the shadowy a little bit cloudy
echoing Autumn's scented memories
of nature's Florentine and lemon drops
listening to the cascading sonnets
of love's intoxication over creek stones
tickling eyes with winds of soft gales
ringing the wood shins in dreams
using the quill of yesterday's dawn
drippin' the shadowy a little bit cloudy
drippin' the shadowy a little bit cloudy
echoing Autumn's scented memories
of nature's Florentine and lemon drops
listening to the cascading sonnets
of love's intoxication over creek stones
tickling eyes with winds of soft gales
ringing the wood shins in dreams
using the quill of yesterday's dawn
drippin' the shadowy a little bit cloudy
#love
#romantic
#memories
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girly girl 101...fail
I feel like there was a rule we were supposed to learn...
...maybe in school...
...on how to be a "proper" girl
I don't know what year it would have been but I missed it
that thing of not being heard...
...only ever seen
...even then only fully made up & artfully dressed
the war paint face, I reckon
again...yeah...I didn't get it
and that lesson in the art of flirting
...empty...giggly...vapid
nope, not me
I was the one with a mouth...
never trying to stand out...
...it just happened...
in the way that...
...maybe in school...
...on how to be a "proper" girl
I don't know what year it would have been but I missed it
that thing of not being heard...
...only ever seen
...even then only fully made up & artfully dressed
the war paint face, I reckon
again...yeah...I didn't get it
and that lesson in the art of flirting
...empty...giggly...vapid
nope, not me
I was the one with a mouth...
never trying to stand out...
...it just happened...
in the way that...
#confessional
#memories
#honesty #SelfDiscovery
#honesty #SelfDiscovery
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