Poems About Memories Seeking Friendly Advice
#memories
Poems about memories seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Secrets - Disagreement
What's up?' Mel says as I make a start of the supper. 'Is it about that bloke downstairs offering to teach Robert the harmonica?'
She's chosen her moment well. Robert's in the shower. 'Well,' I say. 'You saw how he was with Freddy.'
'He was just intrigued, that's all.'
'Yeah, I know. But I'm his dad.'
'Yes, and you’re a good dad.'
'Really?'
'Course you are.'
'Look, he doesn't speak to me. He blanks me all the time.'
'Me too,' Mel says. 'Listen, I've been thinking about it a lot...
She's chosen her moment well. Robert's in the shower. 'Well,' I say. 'You saw how he was with Freddy.'
'He was just intrigued, that's all.'
'Yeah, I know. But I'm his dad.'
'Yes, and you’re a good dad.'
'Really?'
'Course you are.'
'Look, he doesn't speak to me. He blanks me all the time.'
'Me too,' Mel says. 'Listen, I've been thinking about it a lot...
#childhood
#family
#memories
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Amusement Of Mind
There is no rush, my love
we've defied time and space
more than a few times
sometimes lost
and then found
in a sweet rhyme
And oh, how we've inspired
the amusements of mind
pushing in,
pulling out
pleasures spilled
on the rewind
I've been a problem to myself
always a creature of doubt
instead of enjoying
what is offered
to provide a smile
not a pout
I don't take it lightly,
but I know I must chill
and plunge myself
in the stamina
and push myself...
we've defied time and space
more than a few times
sometimes lost
and then found
in a sweet rhyme
And oh, how we've inspired
the amusements of mind
pushing in,
pulling out
pleasures spilled
on the rewind
I've been a problem to myself
always a creature of doubt
instead of enjoying
what is offered
to provide a smile
not a pout
I don't take it lightly,
but I know I must chill
and plunge myself
in the stamina
and push myself...
#admiration
#crush
#memories
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Hope In Brooklyn
Sigh
It is simply amazing how
This weekend has left me so weakened
Girlie is still hazed from those Brooklyn days and
Those hard driven nights
I remembered him
Whispering how tight I was as he curved
Down my cervix
Demanding more service
God!!!
He was so full of aggression and affection
I loved he way he harmonized me
Like his favorite instrument hidden underneath his bed
Pulled out only for moments like this
Mmmmm
The man strummed me, hummed the hedonistic...
It is simply amazing how
This weekend has left me so weakened
Girlie is still hazed from those Brooklyn days and
Those hard driven nights
I remembered him
Whispering how tight I was as he curved
Down my cervix
Demanding more service
God!!!
He was so full of aggression and affection
I loved he way he harmonized me
Like his favorite instrument hidden underneath his bed
Pulled out only for moments like this
Mmmmm
The man strummed me, hummed the hedonistic...
#gratitude
#lover
#memories
#sex
#summer
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Bring you back home
Dreamed 'bout you last night
Beauty bowed at your feet
Angels looked at you with envy
God's masterpiece personified
We had time on our side
Living free without a care
No future to think and plan for
No burdens to bare
I held you in the cool autumn nights
Sitting in the back of my truck
Wondering what I did
To deserve such luck
We danced through golden fields
Barefoot we waded in the creek
Both waiting for the other
To say how we truly felt
But time betrayed us ...
Beauty bowed at your feet
Angels looked at you with envy
God's masterpiece personified
We had time on our side
Living free without a care
No future to think and plan for
No burdens to bare
I held you in the cool autumn nights
Sitting in the back of my truck
Wondering what I did
To deserve such luck
We danced through golden fields
Barefoot we waded in the creek
Both waiting for the other
To say how we truly felt
But time betrayed us ...
#bittersweet
#heartbroken
#memories
#nostalgia
#sadness
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Pink Floyd was right all along
Her name is Eudoxia
a Franciscan nun
Sisters of charity
or of the incarnated word
her Goetia commands
serpentine ways
we would stand carefully paired
in straight blocks
at each start
we didnt wear uniforms
though silenced by
authorities
one foot out
a single cough
and she would twist
an ear
iron clatter
keys rattling
teeth chatter
behold each lower ladder
one step back
forward
hold your chin up
chalk upon a blackboard ...
a Franciscan nun
Sisters of charity
or of the incarnated word
her Goetia commands
serpentine ways
we would stand carefully paired
in straight blocks
at each start
we didnt wear uniforms
though silenced by
authorities
one foot out
a single cough
and she would twist
an ear
iron clatter
keys rattling
teeth chatter
behold each lower ladder
one step back
forward
hold your chin up
chalk upon a blackboard ...
#children
#memories
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Frozen
pathway halfway to Eden
strewn by photographs love sown
on tracks half hidden
by memories still so vibrant
hurts and scabs on hearts
picked clean to bleed again
if only to realise it hurts
just as much as when it begun
the year is almost over my dear
our seventh book completed
I pushed the wheelbarrow
and wrote the book
strewn by photographs love sown
on tracks half hidden
by memories still so vibrant
hurts and scabs on hearts
picked clean to bleed again
if only to realise it hurts
just as much as when it begun
the year is almost over my dear
our seventh book completed
I pushed the wheelbarrow
and wrote the book
#love
#memories
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salt water roads (2022)
These roads hold more weight
than they should
drenched in salt and fear
and daytime panic attacks
Purgatory leaves me breathless
I don't belong here
I shouldn't here
I don't want to be here
But home isn't four walls
and solid ground
it takes more than that
to make a home
I am by definition homeless
I'm a life shoved into too many bags
I'm a heart that beats for yesterdays
I'm what fate hasn't decided what to do with
These roads become familiar
the map burns itself into my...
than they should
drenched in salt and fear
and daytime panic attacks
Purgatory leaves me breathless
I don't belong here
I shouldn't here
I don't want to be here
But home isn't four walls
and solid ground
it takes more than that
to make a home
I am by definition homeless
I'm a life shoved into too many bags
I'm a heart that beats for yesterdays
I'm what fate hasn't decided what to do with
These roads become familiar
the map burns itself into my...
#homelessness
#LifeStruggles
#memories
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The hunters Moon
I walked out late at night.
The moon was shining so so bright.
I thought to myself .....Life !
There's no rhyme or reason to it all.
Just a lovely feeling & a lovely sight.
Just looking at a moon so big n bright.
Viewing natures awe and wonder.
A chance to Just stop and stare.
Cares of the world fade away.
When moments of bliss occurs.
To feel contented and at peace.
Later that day in a pub having a quiet pint.
I met a fella I've never met before.
Only heard of him a...
The moon was shining so so bright.
I thought to myself .....Life !
There's no rhyme or reason to it all.
Just a lovely feeling & a lovely sight.
Just looking at a moon so big n bright.
Viewing natures awe and wonder.
A chance to Just stop and stare.
Cares of the world fade away.
When moments of bliss occurs.
To feel contented and at peace.
Later that day in a pub having a quiet pint.
I met a fella I've never met before.
Only heard of him a...
#emotional
#friendship
#memories #moon
#memories #moon
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Under The Spell Of Sweet Memory
In memory,
I reminisce
I even feel
that fevered kiss
Scents and sensations,
The Beach Boys sang
of "Good Vibrations"
You never failed
to have me swollen,
deep inside
the lava flowin'
I think
how naughty we've been,
and I feel a rise
and that knowing grin
A call to be returned
to that scared heat
where passion burns
But not before my taste
can be appeased
beyond that lace
You can see
the effect you have,
to feel me stir
and want...
I reminisce
I even feel
that fevered kiss
Scents and sensations,
The Beach Boys sang
of "Good Vibrations"
You never failed
to have me swollen,
deep inside
the lava flowin'
I think
how naughty we've been,
and I feel a rise
and that knowing grin
A call to be returned
to that scared heat
where passion burns
But not before my taste
can be appeased
beyond that lace
You can see
the effect you have,
to feel me stir
and want...
#dreams
#erotic
#memories #passion
#memories #passion
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Hallows eve not
Hallows eve after dark.
The sky a darker midnight blue.
Half moon hidden behind clouds.
All souls day not.
Just the closest, sat eve.
I heard fireworks earlier.
Sitting with a glass on the hill.
Not a breath of wind nor breeze.
Silence like death quiet as the grave.
Broken only by an electric taxi going by
My thoughts drifted on Halloween.
Atmosphere in the air enhanced the vibe.
The town below would be a riot of folk.
Dressed as if attacked.
By a carnival passing bye.
...
The sky a darker midnight blue.
Half moon hidden behind clouds.
All souls day not.
Just the closest, sat eve.
I heard fireworks earlier.
Sitting with a glass on the hill.
Not a breath of wind nor breeze.
Silence like death quiet as the grave.
Broken only by an electric taxi going by
My thoughts drifted on Halloween.
Atmosphere in the air enhanced the vibe.
The town below would be a riot of folk.
Dressed as if attacked.
By a carnival passing bye.
...
#kindness
#memories
#spiritual
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Secrets - The Contact
Yeah, I have a secret journal. Case notes relating to you. After the crowbar attack, Lana asked me to let the past go – which I did. Maybe not entirely, though. When Lana left during the summer, I created the secret journal, encrypting the content for privacy.
The visit to your mother has got me thinking again.
The police, the possibility that they didn't follow through a crucial lead (according to your mother), and my own involvement with the police as an adult when I did something that I suppose would be against the law – technically, at least.
...
The visit to your mother has got me thinking again.
The police, the possibility that they didn't follow through a crucial lead (according to your mother), and my own involvement with the police as an adult when I did something that I suppose would be against the law – technically, at least.
...
#memories
#mystery
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POWER OF UNITY
For sure we all can remember a time in each of our lives 🥰 when we use to connect on so many ways of subconscious, thoughts on the things that truly matter to us as family and friends. But yet it's changed from the deepness into negativity, of what was created by those before us, when we weren't even born into the world 🌍 For sure as I keep those thoughts as motions, pictures of images of good times with the elders, of the truth seekers of our family roots. I remember so many stories about the deepness of the truth, there was a time when we had laugh together and moments when...
#brother
#daughter
#father
#memories
#mother
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