Poems About Memories Seeking Friendly Advice
#memories
Poems about memories seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
Today 3:35am
Today 3:35am
how to steal a necklace
One
The first thing to remember
is that here
everyone is out for themselves
altruism doesn't exist
nothing is for free
Everytime I stay to drink
smoke free weed
I know I'll end up
in someone's bed
Getting off is never a guarantee
and I don't generally care
as long as I can get high
space out
spin out
laugh into the abyss
as my reflection shoots me
confused glances in a filmy mirror
Here I'm not really me
here I'm not really anyone
here I'm a version of...
The first thing to remember
is that here
everyone is out for themselves
altruism doesn't exist
nothing is for free
Everytime I stay to drink
smoke free weed
I know I'll end up
in someone's bed
Getting off is never a guarantee
and I don't generally care
as long as I can get high
space out
spin out
laugh into the abyss
as my reflection shoots me
confused glances in a filmy mirror
Here I'm not really me
here I'm not really anyone
here I'm a version of...
#memories
#narrative
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brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2025 2:32am
22nd Apr 2025 2:32am
Friend Crush
Why do you have to be so cool?
Like that guy
whose reputation arrived first
when my cool friend from New York
told me about her new crush.
He was instantly cool by association.
Unapproachable.
I was certain to say something stupid
reveal myself as a poseur
in the face of his intimidating
punk
silence.
But then we met,
and I got to know him through long chats
backstage at high school musical rehearsals
and he was so very
normal,
insecure, even – which made him...
Like that guy
whose reputation arrived first
when my cool friend from New York
told me about her new crush.
He was instantly cool by association.
Unapproachable.
I was certain to say something stupid
reveal myself as a poseur
in the face of his intimidating
punk
silence.
But then we met,
and I got to know him through long chats
backstage at high school musical rehearsals
and he was so very
normal,
insecure, even – which made him...
#friendship
#hurt
#love #memories
#love #memories
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3 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
19th Apr 2025 4:36pm
19th Apr 2025 4:36pm
Gramophone Records
19/30
Gramophone Records
Rarely did I receive even a tiny tidbit of history
World War Two took a heavy toll on many
Okinawans looking like the enemy
forced to speak their language
on the spot, killed if caught
Okinawan
To this day, my Sister adamantly says
we are Japanese.
Guessing it is more fashionable
we STILL look the part
I used to fill out forms and go with that
if I thought I would benefit
Now days, it’s either or
Asian or White
I kind of can glue a mish-mash lore
of...
Gramophone Records
Rarely did I receive even a tiny tidbit of history
World War Two took a heavy toll on many
Okinawans looking like the enemy
forced to speak their language
on the spot, killed if caught
Okinawan
To this day, my Sister adamantly says
we are Japanese.
Guessing it is more fashionable
we STILL look the part
I used to fill out forms and go with that
if I thought I would benefit
Now days, it’s either or
Asian or White
I kind of can glue a mish-mash lore
of...
#family
#historical
#memories
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1 Comment
Tenderloin
Poem Published
18th Apr 2025 2:35pm
18th Apr 2025 2:35pm
Importance Of Mind With Body
That hardness again
pulling me back to memories
to be revisited
before the necessities of the day
occupy my attention
Clearly, right now
there is "another" need
One that puts you
in the mind's eye
to be relished
pulling me back to memories
to be revisited
before the necessities of the day
occupy my attention
Clearly, right now
there is "another" need
One that puts you
in the mind's eye
to be relished
#lust
#memories
#passion
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brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
15th Apr 2025 11:27pm
15th Apr 2025 11:27pm
Me, Part 4: Entropy
I was eight years old
when we moved 1000km from home
for dad’s sabbatical.
As far as I can tell,
that’s the year everything went
sideways.
There were good things.
The loft in the open-plan classroom,
where I decorated the cover of my weekly workbook
in wild rainbow colours,
completing lessons as an afterthought
each Friday afternoon.
And Anne –
dramatic, precocious, unpopular;
I adored her brazen light.
We were inseparable
and...
when we moved 1000km from home
for dad’s sabbatical.
As far as I can tell,
that’s the year everything went
sideways.
There were good things.
The loft in the open-plan classroom,
where I decorated the cover of my weekly workbook
in wild rainbow colours,
completing lessons as an afterthought
each Friday afternoon.
And Anne –
dramatic, precocious, unpopular;
I adored her brazen light.
We were inseparable
and...
#abuse
#childhood
#confessional #memories
#confessional #memories
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darkcloud68
Poem Published
10th Apr 2025 7:09pm
10th Apr 2025 7:09pm
Talking To My Innocence
I am a old man that lives in a village, where the men die young. Well that's a proverb that I like. Think that I read it some where in a book.
Yet I have lived it's meaning. And I am still alive, so the young cats call me OG.
You know that means original gangster, dam but I am no gangster. So I don't adhere to that meaning but I understand it. Maybe at some point in my life I was young and confuse.
And I lost my way lost my innocence, in a not so innocent world. Maybe one gunshot in the dark. Silenced my innocent voice forever. And it may be outlined...
Yet I have lived it's meaning. And I am still alive, so the young cats call me OG.
You know that means original gangster, dam but I am no gangster. So I don't adhere to that meaning but I understand it. Maybe at some point in my life I was young and confuse.
And I lost my way lost my innocence, in a not so innocent world. Maybe one gunshot in the dark. Silenced my innocent voice forever. And it may be outlined...
#memories
#SelfReflection
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Ambjr
Poem Published
9th Apr 2025 4:07pm
9th Apr 2025 4:07pm
residual
I was told to start over
to begin again
as if all of these memories
could be washed away with time
but I have a past you can't avoid
one that breathes beneath my skin
like a second pulse
followin me thru doorways
that I thought were closed
there in every room I enter
to begin again
as if all of these memories
could be washed away with time
but I have a past you can't avoid
one that breathes beneath my skin
like a second pulse
followin me thru doorways
that I thought were closed
there in every room I enter
#addiction
#memories
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
9th Apr 2025 11:54am
9th Apr 2025 11:54am
Wide-eyed no Blinking
09/30
Wide-eyed no Blinking
I believe it was my very first summer
Summer camp to be exact
Meteor Ranch, in Upper Lake,
California
Little to no light pollution
That first night the sky was so dark
The stars seemed Brighter
than the ones in the city
I think this magic moment
also, my first
Shooting star!
I held my breath,
Made a wish
And then saw another white streak
WOW!
My wish kind of came true
I got to return every summer
but as staff
...
Wide-eyed no Blinking
I believe it was my very first summer
Summer camp to be exact
Meteor Ranch, in Upper Lake,
California
Little to no light pollution
That first night the sky was so dark
The stars seemed Brighter
than the ones in the city
I think this magic moment
also, my first
Shooting star!
I held my breath,
Made a wish
And then saw another white streak
WOW!
My wish kind of came true
I got to return every summer
but as staff
...
#memories
#stars
#summer
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brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
9th Apr 2025 2:03am
9th Apr 2025 2:03am
Me, Part 3: Swim team and Mrs Lee
In those days,
really little kids were allowed to walk places
alone.
It must have taken at least a half-hour
to get to the pool.
Morning practice and lessons,
home for lunch,
then back all afternoon for free swim and another practice –
What a glorious life
for two months of the year!
The rest of the time
was more like jail or a morgue.
Mrs Lee kept the curtains closed tight
lest children get distracted
by signs of life.
Obviously not content with her existence,
she was determined to take us...
really little kids were allowed to walk places
alone.
It must have taken at least a half-hour
to get to the pool.
Morning practice and lessons,
home for lunch,
then back all afternoon for free swim and another practice –
What a glorious life
for two months of the year!
The rest of the time
was more like jail or a morgue.
Mrs Lee kept the curtains closed tight
lest children get distracted
by signs of life.
Obviously not content with her existence,
she was determined to take us...
#childhood
#memories
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3 Comments
Tenderloin
Poem Published
6th Apr 2025 1:40pm
6th Apr 2025 1:40pm
All Good Things
#lover
#memories
#passion
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1 Comment
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
5th Apr 2025 1:08pm
5th Apr 2025 1:08pm
Solemnized
05/30
Solemnized
I remember the day, as if it was yesterday
Samantha laid her hands upon my brow
whispered her last spell, brushed her lips
against my NOW, and ceded her spirit.
I am unable to yet, let go of my memory
of when Charity died. NO PARENT
should ever have to endure this type of
grief.
My Mom died March 2025, but I found
my Daughter and my attachment
cemented -- something I thought I left
let go -- a long time ago.
My Daughter died very very VERY young
But when I chatted with her...
Solemnized
I remember the day, as if it was yesterday
Samantha laid her hands upon my brow
whispered her last spell, brushed her lips
against my NOW, and ceded her spirit.
I am unable to yet, let go of my memory
of when Charity died. NO PARENT
should ever have to endure this type of
grief.
My Mom died March 2025, but I found
my Daughter and my attachment
cemented -- something I thought I left
let go -- a long time ago.
My Daughter died very very VERY young
But when I chatted with her...
#daughter
#death
#love
#memories
#spiritual
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Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
4th Apr 2025 00:01am
4th Apr 2025 00:01am
immemorial
03/30
immemorial
Although she rarely talked about her past
I’ve always known she was a quiet survivor.
Born on Molokai, Hawaii, back in the days
where people called it “Leper Island”
she eventually grew up in Pearl City, Oahu.
She used to tell me how it felt when the
Japanese bombed the island – similar to
earthquakes in California.
Teachers had everyone scuttling beneath
their wooden school desks.
I came to learn more about her past
when she got much older – waiting
impatiently for herself to pass....
immemorial
Although she rarely talked about her past
I’ve always known she was a quiet survivor.
Born on Molokai, Hawaii, back in the days
where people called it “Leper Island”
she eventually grew up in Pearl City, Oahu.
She used to tell me how it felt when the
Japanese bombed the island – similar to
earthquakes in California.
Teachers had everyone scuttling beneath
their wooden school desks.
I came to learn more about her past
when she got much older – waiting
impatiently for herself to pass....
#memories
#nonfiction
#parent
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