Poems about Memories
#memories
Intriguing and captivating poetry about memories and remembrance. Memories collected throughout a lifetime, expressed through poems.
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Becoming
Like falling snow on the river
sounds of silence
echoing
moon shining
a perfection for my beloved
the remnants of her presence
never escape for what I have become
sounds of silence
echoing
moon shining
a perfection for my beloved
the remnants of her presence
never escape for what I have become
#love
#motivational
#nature
#memories
#uplifting
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When.....
When was the last time
I smothered my face in your private place?
The last time I felt your fingers velvet rope my dreads
As I gave you head ?
Did my tongue script your body a novel?
Licked you Harlequin Romance style
Watch you squirm and grovel incoherent prayers to an un-seen god?
Yes, my darling..it's been a while
Since I've spread your thighs and traversed the Nile of you
The wile of you reciprocated
Sucking down such raw...
I smothered my face in your private place?
The last time I felt your fingers velvet rope my dreads
As I gave you head ?
Did my tongue script your body a novel?
Licked you Harlequin Romance style
Watch you squirm and grovel incoherent prayers to an un-seen god?
Yes, my darling..it's been a while
Since I've spread your thighs and traversed the Nile of you
The wile of you reciprocated
Sucking down such raw...
#erotic
#memories
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Facebook Memories
2016 – August
While watching Being Human (a show about a Vampire, a Werewolf and a Ghost)
Me: Babe, if a vampire offered you eternal life…
Wife: YES!
Me: Just like that huh? You’d watch me get old and die?
Wife: BYE FELICIA!
2015 – September
Showing the boys Naked Gun 2 ½. Lt. Frank Drebin helps me explain the birds and the bees
Xavier (11): What? I don’t get it
Xander (10): I don’t get it either
(A hot dog lands on a bun on screen)
Both: Ooh! I GET IT
Me: It’s the artistic portion of the...
While watching Being Human (a show about a Vampire, a Werewolf and a Ghost)
Me: Babe, if a vampire offered you eternal life…
Wife: YES!
Me: Just like that huh? You’d watch me get old and die?
Wife: BYE FELICIA!
2015 – September
Showing the boys Naked Gun 2 ½. Lt. Frank Drebin helps me explain the birds and the bees
Xavier (11): What? I don’t get it
Xander (10): I don’t get it either
(A hot dog lands on a bun on screen)
Both: Ooh! I GET IT
Me: It’s the artistic portion of the...
#children
#family
#funny #memories
#funny #memories
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Frank's Green Leather Jacket
I was seventeen in the early nineties,
When I inherited my dad's green leather jacket,
It was straight out of ’79, retro cool and bad like a motherf…
I’m talking about like Shaft cool about to break up a racket.
It gave me the nostalgia of a different time, another era,
Not so much of disco but those of my parent’s early years,
The places they had been, the people they had met,
The stories it could tell if I pressed it against my ears.
Dad had been a semi pro early in his youth,
So he retained that bit of, "I could’ve been" swagger, ...
When I inherited my dad's green leather jacket,
It was straight out of ’79, retro cool and bad like a motherf…
I’m talking about like Shaft cool about to break up a racket.
It gave me the nostalgia of a different time, another era,
Not so much of disco but those of my parent’s early years,
The places they had been, the people they had met,
The stories it could tell if I pressed it against my ears.
Dad had been a semi pro early in his youth,
So he retained that bit of, "I could’ve been" swagger, ...
#memories
#nostalgia
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HYACINTH'S FOUNTAIN
#universe
#rebirth
#memories
#mythology
#SelfDiscovery
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Happily
I see no future.
Defined only by memories,
knowing full well they are
slowly dying, and I with them.
No solace.
Even the greatest fade.
A dust to be exhaled,
dead skin that falls away.
Will I be remembered?
For a time perhaps, a blink
of an eye. Eroding into extinction
I become nothing.
Happily.
Defined only by memories,
knowing full well they are
slowly dying, and I with them.
No solace.
Even the greatest fade.
A dust to be exhaled,
dead skin that falls away.
Will I be remembered?
For a time perhaps, a blink
of an eye. Eroding into extinction
I become nothing.
Happily.
#memories
#LifeCycle
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Lost Love Haiku from the Cafe
Lost Love Haiku from the Cafe
her lost voice
in the meadowlark song
outside his window
newspaper clipping
daguerreotype of sweetheart
married to a stranger
the crescent moon
of her once upon a time slipper
transits his tears
timbre
of her mezzo soprano
memory echo
golden opportunity
a locomotive barreling by
his freight train blues
jewelry box
holds the diamond ring
she once wore for him
her lost voice
in the meadowlark song
outside his window
newspaper clipping
daguerreotype of sweetheart
married to a stranger
the crescent moon
of her once upon a time slipper
transits his tears
timbre
of her mezzo soprano
memory echo
golden opportunity
a locomotive barreling by
his freight train blues
jewelry box
holds the diamond ring
she once wore for him
#love
#heartbroken
#breakup
#haiku
#memories
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Dead Letters
Dead letters
forgotten souls of yester year
the one you are looking for is not here
your first prayer races your heart
spirit wrecked, tearing you apart
the leech is sucking you dry
buildings crumble as you die
forgotten souls of yester year
the one you are looking for is not here
your first prayer races your heart
spirit wrecked, tearing you apart
the leech is sucking you dry
buildings crumble as you die
#death
#spiritual
#rhyming
#ghosts
#memories
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how to describe her
I like to
remember her
as she was
back then
again I think I
would rather
forget her ?
I fancy you never
met her ..
remember her
as she was
back then
again I think I
would rather
forget her ?
I fancy you never
met her ..
#memories
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An experience
Days back numbered
Now a haze
Crazy days
Of sunshine and flowers
Grass heads unnumbered
Sudden showers
Heavy mists laden
Waking to faces
That formed in the branches
Silent black bug that
watched from the water
Clicking in the rafters
Time slips in the boulders
Not hearing voices shout louder
From the dead mans bush
Night time stars humming
To the extinct forest vibration
Ancestral bones in caves
rattle in frustration
Behind waterfalls
Albino insects decorate nests ...
Now a haze
Crazy days
Of sunshine and flowers
Grass heads unnumbered
Sudden showers
Heavy mists laden
Waking to faces
That formed in the branches
Silent black bug that
watched from the water
Clicking in the rafters
Time slips in the boulders
Not hearing voices shout louder
From the dead mans bush
Night time stars humming
To the extinct forest vibration
Ancestral bones in caves
rattle in frustration
Behind waterfalls
Albino insects decorate nests ...
#childhood
#dreams
#memories
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Silent - Danger
The Present, Lucy
The walls are caving in, the darkness suffocating her, thick smog, like the smoke from the fire. Her parents' killer is close by, tormenting her with mind games, pretending to be the father of her half-brother Pete Whittaker, Katie's son.
I'm never going to get out of here.
In the corridor, footsteps sound again. She waits, no longer afraid of the Angel of Mercy. She must fool him. She must pretend she's prepared to do what he says, and then hurt him when he relaxes. Or she must feign illness and injure him that way. Two years ago, she...
The walls are caving in, the darkness suffocating her, thick smog, like the smoke from the fire. Her parents' killer is close by, tormenting her with mind games, pretending to be the father of her half-brother Pete Whittaker, Katie's son.
I'm never going to get out of here.
In the corridor, footsteps sound again. She waits, no longer afraid of the Angel of Mercy. She must fool him. She must pretend she's prepared to do what he says, and then hurt him when he relaxes. Or she must feign illness and injure him that way. Two years ago, she...
#memories
#mystery
#obsession #risk
#obsession #risk
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Music in Motion
I was young when I first saw that array of movement and color
That giant wall of sound reverberating through my ears
It left an impression deeply embedded on my mind and soul
Something that lingered in my heart for many, many years
It was physically demanding and technically challenging
But in those days I longed to improve and make the big leagues
Ensembles weaving together beautifully like poetry and music
Each part moving independently but as one unit at high speeds
Through the decades drills like Z pulls and disappearing crosses ...
That giant wall of sound reverberating through my ears
It left an impression deeply embedded on my mind and soul
Something that lingered in my heart for many, many years
It was physically demanding and technically challenging
But in those days I longed to improve and make the big leagues
Ensembles weaving together beautifully like poetry and music
Each part moving independently but as one unit at high speeds
Through the decades drills like Z pulls and disappearing crosses ...
#music
#memories
#art
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