Poems about Memories
#memories
Intriguing and captivating poetry about memories and remembrance. Memories collected throughout a lifetime, expressed through poems.
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
Today 2:51am
Today 2:51am
The Martian Android War
- The Martian Android War -
It was a golden age upon the red planet humans call Mars! There was, still, green upon its' surface and water within its' seas, and the ices of the polar regions was not the only place where such could be often found. The atmosphere was breathable, the weather containing recognizable seasons, and upon this one singular day it was pleasant. It was springtime, or the Martian equivalent thereof. The kathral trees were in their glory, the leaves seeming to be gilded beneath the warm sun... their blossoms falling with each gentle breeze. The springtime was...
It was a golden age upon the red planet humans call Mars! There was, still, green upon its' surface and water within its' seas, and the ices of the polar regions was not the only place where such could be often found. The atmosphere was breathable, the weather containing recognizable seasons, and upon this one singular day it was pleasant. It was springtime, or the Martian equivalent thereof. The kathral trees were in their glory, the leaves seeming to be gilded beneath the warm sun... their blossoms falling with each gentle breeze. The springtime was...
#love
#war
#ShortStory
#memories
#aliens
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rubyredheart
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:16am
Yesterday 4:16am
Murmer—with adagio
How many voices have you heard today?
Listening to what others have to say.
Through the wall of your mind,
echoing.
From the attic where dead time is stored
in a box. Ignored
and now wilted memories of mom's coffee pot, dripping insomnia.
While grandpa's ashes rest
in the Crock-Pot.
In conversation with the biscuits and gravy
waiting for the washer to stop cycling.
How many voices have you heard today?
Where have their flights taken your soul today?
In a canoe on the river;
did those ashes breath and stroke the...
Listening to what others have to say.
Through the wall of your mind,
echoing.
From the attic where dead time is stored
in a box. Ignored
and now wilted memories of mom's coffee pot, dripping insomnia.
While grandpa's ashes rest
in the Crock-Pot.
In conversation with the biscuits and gravy
waiting for the washer to stop cycling.
How many voices have you heard today?
Where have their flights taken your soul today?
In a canoe on the river;
did those ashes breath and stroke the...
#memories
#collaboration
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:01am
Yesterday 3:01am
The Blood of Kalaborea: Part II
#dark
#rebirth
#ShortStory
#memories
#tragedy
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:58am
Yesterday 2:58am
The Blood of Kalaborea: Part I
#dark
#rebirth
#ShortStory
#memories
#tragedy
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Billy_Snagg
Snaggy
Snaggy
Poem Published
15th May 2022 11:42pm
15th May 2022 11:42pm
Headin' Back Down Under...
Been surveying you from my laptop with wonder.
Though I can't gauge your feelings,
I won't be put off -
Till I've pictured myself at your magical farm.
Still looking at you through childish eyes -
I never properly said goodbye last time.
It's not like I've not been before...
Only this time more eager to explore,
Those limitations that held me back.
Much time has passed me by,
So far away that I could cry!
With each day more ready to die -
You found me reaching for the sky.
But let me tell you a wonderful story -
Of an...
Though I can't gauge your feelings,
I won't be put off -
Till I've pictured myself at your magical farm.
Still looking at you through childish eyes -
I never properly said goodbye last time.
It's not like I've not been before...
Only this time more eager to explore,
Those limitations that held me back.
Much time has passed me by,
So far away that I could cry!
With each day more ready to die -
You found me reaching for the sky.
But let me tell you a wonderful story -
Of an...
#dreams
#memories
#LifeGoals #nostalgia
#LifeGoals #nostalgia
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Hayleeh82
Haylee
Haylee
Poem Published
14th May 2022 9:43am
14th May 2022 9:43am
Reconnected
we were kids back then
Thinking we Knew everything
Going though Life
we created memories
learned aboud each other
Only to realize its not right
Moving on and growing old
Time can be a great thing
It can also be painful
In our case it was both
we grew up to pe adults
Able tO learn about ourselves
We went rough things we never thought
pushing us to the limit
Over coming them alone
Only to be surprised
Time letting two reconnect
Strangers due to growing up
Yet familiar and safe
Only time will tell ...
Thinking we Knew everything
Going though Life
we created memories
learned aboud each other
Only to realize its not right
Moving on and growing old
Time can be a great thing
It can also be painful
In our case it was both
we grew up to pe adults
Able tO learn about ourselves
We went rough things we never thought
pushing us to the limit
Over coming them alone
Only to be surprised
Time letting two reconnect
Strangers due to growing up
Yet familiar and safe
Only time will tell ...
#teens
#childhood
#memories
#TimeHeals
#FirstLove
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
14th May 2022 00:49am
14th May 2022 00:49am
For the Love of Death
- For the Love of Death -
Based upon a series of otherworldly events from my present life...
As a child, I was always quite often misunderstood. People did not comprehend me I think, and I oft did not truly comprehend them. I was ever an outsider, and as such it was difficult for me to be the kind of person that others expected me to be. When I was sixteen years old, I had already endured the harsh knowledge that I was a disappointment to my family. Yet, in truth they were disappointments to me far more! I was so very young at the time, yet incomprehensibly ancient in...
Based upon a series of otherworldly events from my present life...
As a child, I was always quite often misunderstood. People did not comprehend me I think, and I oft did not truly comprehend them. I was ever an outsider, and as such it was difficult for me to be the kind of person that others expected me to be. When I was sixteen years old, I had already endured the harsh knowledge that I was a disappointment to my family. Yet, in truth they were disappointments to me far more! I was so very young at the time, yet incomprehensibly ancient in...
#love
#death
#ShortStory
#memories
#aliens
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Rianne
Poem Published
13th May 2022 2:24pm
13th May 2022 2:24pm
Psycho pompus
As I inhaled him
escaping each rite
through damp air
accordions
are
weeping
in the ever presence
his arched back
invoking his tools
he is an artisan
carpenter
I enter saw dust
father of mine
you left me
your atlas
where I will make
a map for you
to return
shine
shrined
oracular
love
escaping each rite
through damp air
accordions
are
weeping
in the ever presence
his arched back
invoking his tools
he is an artisan
carpenter
I enter saw dust
father of mine
you left me
your atlas
where I will make
a map for you
to return
shine
shrined
oracular
love
#father
#family
#memories
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DreamIllusions
Poem Published
11th May 2022 9:09pm
11th May 2022 9:09pm
When I Die
The darkness came, and covered her soul
She spoke of it often, about letting it in from the cold
About the sounds it made
Pulling its sword and its blade
From its shadowy side
And so her world went up in flames
Consuming her skin and hands
Her body lifted from the floor
Into the ashes that would feed the core
Of the cherry tree we’ll plant next door
She’ll forever weep in the rain and snow
And reach with blossoms to the floor
Endlessly a part
Of everything it will live for
In that darkness we’ll speak, brush aside...
She spoke of it often, about letting it in from the cold
About the sounds it made
Pulling its sword and its blade
From its shadowy side
And so her world went up in flames
Consuming her skin and hands
Her body lifted from the floor
Into the ashes that would feed the core
Of the cherry tree we’ll plant next door
She’ll forever weep in the rain and snow
And reach with blossoms to the floor
Endlessly a part
Of everything it will live for
In that darkness we’ll speak, brush aside...
#grief
#earth
#shadows
#memories
#LifeCycle
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jessica_orr
Jessica Orr
Jessica Orr
Poem Published
10th May 2022 4:49am
10th May 2022 4:49am
Dragons
I don't understand why life is
going slowly in flares and
I burn across and cry nothing;
maybe mother was right,
all is basic,
all is from a sickness stirred;
all is an inside I cause to tear.
nothing grew, there was grey and
big wheels- around, and around
what joy in such a small act;
nothing grew, all feelings shrink
and knowing you are ending up
the pawn of culture and ending up
like your parents is the lopsided joke
forever more.
I never gave up that slumber is only
for dragons and the...
going slowly in flares and
I burn across and cry nothing;
maybe mother was right,
all is basic,
all is from a sickness stirred;
all is an inside I cause to tear.
nothing grew, there was grey and
big wheels- around, and around
what joy in such a small act;
nothing grew, all feelings shrink
and knowing you are ending up
the pawn of culture and ending up
like your parents is the lopsided joke
forever more.
I never gave up that slumber is only
for dragons and the...
#depression
#memories
#MentalHealth #morality
#MentalHealth #morality
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jessica_orr
Jessica Orr
Jessica Orr
Poem Published
10th May 2022 4:30am
10th May 2022 4:30am
Fog Warning
i don't live in the present as
it's too still.
I wander the wastes of seas
of ice and fog-horned melody.
I was raised on a foot-and-a-half;
between rich and never wanting-
inside as bad as anywhere I preach;
unwanted touch and pressure as my
head turns and turns and I hate myself.
I don't know what belief can call and save;
I watch and pray still til this moment-
half the battle they say is awareness and
I have plenty and I will survive and sort
this present heart.
it's too still.
I wander the wastes of seas
of ice and fog-horned melody.
I was raised on a foot-and-a-half;
between rich and never wanting-
inside as bad as anywhere I preach;
unwanted touch and pressure as my
head turns and turns and I hate myself.
I don't know what belief can call and save;
I watch and pray still til this moment-
half the battle they say is awareness and
I have plenty and I will survive and sort
this present heart.
#sadness
#abuse
#memories #TimeHeals
#memories #TimeHeals
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
10th May 2022 2:16am
10th May 2022 2:16am
Ancient Memories Part IV: The Clash of Fire and Water
- Ancient Memories Part IV: The Clash of Fire and Water -
Phae'rathi used to fancy herself as my little sister, then over time she became used to being treated as my daughter. But we had no blood between us, and over time she had become obsessed with me much as one who is in love with someone can sometimes become. She stood in the archway of our castle that overlooked the jagged, mountainous terrain of the part of the planet Ra'qia that was currently our home, and her eyes hid a growing madness that even I only learned of too late. She wore a golden mask over her face, her long...
Phae'rathi used to fancy herself as my little sister, then over time she became used to being treated as my daughter. But we had no blood between us, and over time she had become obsessed with me much as one who is in love with someone can sometimes become. She stood in the archway of our castle that overlooked the jagged, mountainous terrain of the part of the planet Ra'qia that was currently our home, and her eyes hid a growing madness that even I only learned of too late. She wore a golden mask over her face, her long...
#conflict
#war
#death
#ShortStory
#memories
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