Poems About Memories Seeking Friendly Advice
#memories
Poems about memories seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Nvmb
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 3:21am
19th Jan 2025 3:21am
Echoes of You
You’ve gone somewhere I can’t follow,
A hollow path, a silent sorrow.
Your eyes don’t meet mine anymore,
You’ve locked the light behind a door.
I reach for you, but you’re not there,
A phantom caught in empty air.
Where did you go?
What did you see?
We’re left with shadows
Where you should be.
You’re slipping through,
We’re losing the fight—
A ghost in the day,
A wisp in the night.
What have you found, so far, so deep?
What takes your soul while we can’t sleep?
Your silence screams, your shadow...
A hollow path, a silent sorrow.
Your eyes don’t meet mine anymore,
You’ve locked the light behind a door.
I reach for you, but you’re not there,
A phantom caught in empty air.
Where did you go?
What did you see?
We’re left with shadows
Where you should be.
You’re slipping through,
We’re losing the fight—
A ghost in the day,
A wisp in the night.
What have you found, so far, so deep?
What takes your soul while we can’t sleep?
Your silence screams, your shadow...
#dark
#disappointment
#family
#memories
#son
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deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 11:13pm
18th Jan 2025 11:13pm
The Ladder
Behind the daytime of my worn eyes.
Throughout the black static of my mind.
Exists an endless ladder that winds.
It climbs past memories drawers.
Where the long forgotten is stored.
Memories, both warm and cold mental burns.
Keys to doors of what we have learned.
Crucial reminders of knowledge earned.
It's time to descend with thoughts elated and free.
And open enlightened eyes to finally see.
The now of the ripest possibilities.
Throughout the black static of my mind.
Exists an endless ladder that winds.
It climbs past memories drawers.
Where the long forgotten is stored.
Memories, both warm and cold mental burns.
Keys to doors of what we have learned.
Crucial reminders of knowledge earned.
It's time to descend with thoughts elated and free.
And open enlightened eyes to finally see.
The now of the ripest possibilities.
#learning
#memories
#SelfDiscovery
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11 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 9:01pm
17th Jan 2025 9:01pm
Secrets - A Tense Conversation
We sit on the car park wall opposite Gordon's studio flat. The night air has a calming effect that leaves me exhausted, although perspiration continues to stream from my forehead and down my face, soaking my jumper and t-shirt. I take off my jacket, place it by my feet. Seeing this, Gordon gives a nervous laugh.
'Hey, peace man. No hard feelings. I hope you're not going to ask me to fight you.'
'No,' I say.
'That's good 'cos I don't fight mates.'
Tiny stars dance before my eyes. I feel dizzy, as if my blood pressure's dropped suddenly....
'Hey, peace man. No hard feelings. I hope you're not going to ask me to fight you.'
'No,' I say.
'That's good 'cos I don't fight mates.'
Tiny stars dance before my eyes. I feel dizzy, as if my blood pressure's dropped suddenly....
#friendship
#memories
#mystery #risk
#mystery #risk
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3 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 12:01pm
17th Jan 2025 12:01pm
Buckles My Soul
To walk in shadows on the shore of the Shenandoah
beneath the rolling blue sky in a valley of green
and gliders of leaves as a breeze buckles my soul
listening to echoes whisper over the Appalachians
and the silence of memories from a forgotten war
beneath the rolling blue sky in a valley of green
and gliders of leaves as a breeze buckles my soul
listening to echoes whisper over the Appalachians
and the silence of memories from a forgotten war
#inspirational
#memories
#nature #philosophical
#nature #philosophical
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5 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 2:18pm
14th Jan 2025 2:18pm
Secrets - The Pub Evening
When he goes to the bar, I ring Mel. Her line's busy.
'Hey,' Gordon says when he comes back with the drinks. 'Get this down you.'
The din in the next room gets louder. Music blares from the jukebox. A group of girls in their early or mid-twenties stream into the room where we are sitting, with bottles of wine. They call out hello, then make their way back out to the main area of the pub, giggling among themselves. One of the girls turns round and blows a kiss at Gordon.
Gordon starts to say something, but I'm no longer listening, just...
'Hey,' Gordon says when he comes back with the drinks. 'Get this down you.'
The din in the next room gets louder. Music blares from the jukebox. A group of girls in their early or mid-twenties stream into the room where we are sitting, with bottles of wine. They call out hello, then make their way back out to the main area of the pub, giggling among themselves. One of the girls turns round and blows a kiss at Gordon.
Gordon starts to say something, but I'm no longer listening, just...
#conflict
#friendship
#memories
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Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 11:27am
14th Jan 2025 11:27am
Once upon a picture
from the mantlepiece
quivering questions
swirling soot soothes
chimney smoke signals
written by an old berber woman
lava levitates sanctum withered mouth
speaks storm like crawls
through a needles eye
one eyed truth
a fools journey
how wise are those
who have none
and twirling figures escaped
escalating science from silence
in a hazed compound
I saw my sister’s ballet slippers slip
she wants to be a ballerina
when she dances...
quivering questions
swirling soot soothes
chimney smoke signals
written by an old berber woman
lava levitates sanctum withered mouth
speaks storm like crawls
through a needles eye
one eyed truth
a fools journey
how wise are those
who have none
and twirling figures escaped
escalating science from silence
in a hazed compound
I saw my sister’s ballet slippers slip
she wants to be a ballerina
when she dances...
#childhood
#memories
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adagio
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 00:43am
14th Jan 2025 00:43am
Adjosan
I've never forgotten our Sayonara memories
"How long has it been?" Several dreams ago
now I remember the spark in your eyes like
the coals in the Hibachi as you whispered
my name...アダージョサン, Adājosan
"How long has it been?" Several dreams ago
now I remember the spark in your eyes like
the coals in the Hibachi as you whispered
my name...アダージョサン, Adājosan
#dreams
#love
#memories
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 1:37am
13th Jan 2025 1:37am
memories are an imprecise form of time travel
#addiction
#hope
#LifeStruggles #memories
#LifeStruggles #memories
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adagio
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 3:22pm
12th Jan 2025 3:22pm
Red Thorn of Gold
In crimson red thorn of gold
of petals soft and old
shadows dance
enchanted by grace
time cannot erase
lost within a dream
echoing memories of past
fading fast
shadows wrap in silken lace
so tender and clear
of my love held dear
in every grail thorn, I knew
as it wilts
a ghost begins to rise
body of rose cloaked inside
.
of petals soft and old
shadows dance
enchanted by grace
time cannot erase
lost within a dream
echoing memories of past
fading fast
shadows wrap in silken lace
so tender and clear
of my love held dear
in every grail thorn, I knew
as it wilts
a ghost begins to rise
body of rose cloaked inside
.
#love
#memories
#philosophical #spiritual
#philosophical #spiritual
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Tenderloin
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 2:27pm
11th Jan 2025 2:27pm
Chocolate Persuasion
Is it wrong
I think of that goodness
inside of you
drips like caramel
upon this tongue
the deeper I get?
See, I can rarely resist
the chocolate persuasion
that vibrates this body
in longing and appreciation
A feast not only for eyes
and between thighs
but deviations of mind
that lead to such highs
Coaxed to excitement
drawing from me
and these bundle of nerves
to a firm point
directed for you
That caramel pocket
coated just right,
easing the push
but holding...
I think of that goodness
inside of you
drips like caramel
upon this tongue
the deeper I get?
See, I can rarely resist
the chocolate persuasion
that vibrates this body
in longing and appreciation
A feast not only for eyes
and between thighs
but deviations of mind
that lead to such highs
Coaxed to excitement
drawing from me
and these bundle of nerves
to a firm point
directed for you
That caramel pocket
coated just right,
easing the push
but holding...
#lover
#lust
#memories #sexy
#memories #sexy
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adagio
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 2:14pm
10th Jan 2025 2:14pm
Loney Echo
Shadow of a farewell silhouette
fading to a lonely echo
lingering near
of pale memories, exhaling
with a final goodbye
leaving only a ghostly tear
in the hush of twilight
haunting soft and deep
of a moon shaded down
of the love we know
a story half told
embracing a final sigh
with a silent plea
and a pill of amnesia
fading to a lonely echo
fading to a lonely echo
lingering near
of pale memories, exhaling
with a final goodbye
leaving only a ghostly tear
in the hush of twilight
haunting soft and deep
of a moon shaded down
of the love we know
a story half told
embracing a final sigh
with a silent plea
and a pill of amnesia
fading to a lonely echo
#love
#memories
#philosophical
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 1:36pm
8th Jan 2025 1:36pm
Secrets - The Pub Evening (1)
After supper, I make the journey to Gordon's, reaching Burrington at around eight thirty. I park by an apartment block opposite the town's main car park, near the river. Gordon lives in a first floor studio flat, he told me yesterday on the phone. I press the buzzer.
'Hey, Al,' he says, grinning back at me when he appears in the ground floor lobby, more padded out than the last time we met. His hair's shorter and the blue t-shirt he has on shows off loads of muscle, more than before. His eyes are smiling too. I get the feeling he's dying to throw a punch at me just...
'Hey, Al,' he says, grinning back at me when he appears in the ground floor lobby, more padded out than the last time we met. His hair's shorter and the blue t-shirt he has on shows off loads of muscle, more than before. His eyes are smiling too. I get the feeling he's dying to throw a punch at me just...
#conflict
#friendship
#memories
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