Poems About Memories Seeking Honest Critique
#memories
Poems about memories seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
wallyroo92
Poem Published
13th Apr 2025 5:31pm
13th Apr 2025 5:31pm
Longing
11 - May, 2022
For her summer was arriving soon
For me, mid-April, it’s almost here
But where I live the heat is brutal
And it’s relentless
Year after year after year
Yes, I too get a sense of longing
For cool Autumn days and abundant Springs
Truth be told they remind me of my youth
When the future seemed like an eternity away
And now we’re here
All the could haves and should haves
Are aboard tiny floating lanterns
Carried off by the tide and waves
Into a sea of memory…and longing
72 Unique...
For her summer was arriving soon
For me, mid-April, it’s almost here
But where I live the heat is brutal
And it’s relentless
Year after year after year
Yes, I too get a sense of longing
For cool Autumn days and abundant Springs
Truth be told they remind me of my youth
When the future seemed like an eternity away
And now we’re here
All the could haves and should haves
Are aboard tiny floating lanterns
Carried off by the tide and waves
Into a sea of memory…and longing
72 Unique...
#memories
#nostalgia
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Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
11th Apr 2025 10:31pm
11th Apr 2025 10:31pm
Homophonically speaking
Do you remember those days that past in a daze;
those nights when, like a knight, you swept me up in your arms?
After dessert, we'd watch as our friends would desert the dance floor.
We whirled around, you and me, alone in our own little world.
It didn't take two too much effort to tango back in those days -
through our youth, when we threw our most elaborate moves.
Our hearts and souls connected through the soles of our feet.
Here and now, I hear that familiar musical strain, curling around my ears
and I wonder whether we could weather an impromptu...
those nights when, like a knight, you swept me up in your arms?
After dessert, we'd watch as our friends would desert the dance floor.
We whirled around, you and me, alone in our own little world.
It didn't take two too much effort to tango back in those days -
through our youth, when we threw our most elaborate moves.
Our hearts and souls connected through the soles of our feet.
Here and now, I hear that familiar musical strain, curling around my ears
and I wonder whether we could weather an impromptu...
#dance
#love
#memories #nostalgia
#memories #nostalgia
52 reads
4 Comments
Baldwin
Poem Published
11th Apr 2025 3:27pm
11th Apr 2025 3:27pm
Stonehenge
I laid my hands upon these stones
some years ago.
I touched an ancient mystery
and felt myself to be
upon the win scoured Wiltshire plane
a small, and insubstantial thing
within immensiites of history
some years ago.
I touched an ancient mystery
and felt myself to be
upon the win scoured Wiltshire plane
a small, and insubstantial thing
within immensiites of history
#memories
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Nevermindthegaps
Poem Published
11th Apr 2025 12:27pm
11th Apr 2025 12:27pm
I Worry Boy
once we were warriors filled
with fierce pride
banging our fists to chest
we would shake with the need to bleed
or make bleed
we were men that knew the language of protection
we were men that knew the language of love
toward our family
that knew how to nurture
our hard curbed by their soft
but
warped by booze
violence turned inward
we directed hate at ourselves
letting it spill over our loved ones
and our pride
died
became a curse
cheap piss and beer breath ...
with fierce pride
banging our fists to chest
we would shake with the need to bleed
or make bleed
we were men that knew the language of protection
we were men that knew the language of love
toward our family
that knew how to nurture
our hard curbed by their soft
but
warped by booze
violence turned inward
we directed hate at ourselves
letting it spill over our loved ones
and our pride
died
became a curse
cheap piss and beer breath ...
#childhood
#memories
#parent #son
#parent #son
80 reads
7 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
9th Apr 2025 5:31am
9th Apr 2025 5:31am
Pontiac Safari: Second Owner
Summoned by Grandma
to her Redding, CA home
for a visit and heartbreaking task
asked to assume ownership
of Grandpa's prized possession
his precious ‘72 Pontiac
though I needed the ride
the sad circumstances
wounded Grandad's pride
and truly tore me up inside
feeling like his jailer
Imprisoning him
in his double wide trailer.
I drove that beautiful, twenty foot,
golden, barge-like wagon
for at least five years.
with it's space age, curved rear window
seating capacity
for a maximum of 10 friends ...
to her Redding, CA home
for a visit and heartbreaking task
asked to assume ownership
of Grandpa's prized possession
his precious ‘72 Pontiac
though I needed the ride
the sad circumstances
wounded Grandad's pride
and truly tore me up inside
feeling like his jailer
Imprisoning him
in his double wide trailer.
I drove that beautiful, twenty foot,
golden, barge-like wagon
for at least five years.
with it's space age, curved rear window
seating capacity
for a maximum of 10 friends ...
#aging
#family
#happiness
#memories
#sadness
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Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
8th Apr 2025 5:13pm
8th Apr 2025 5:13pm
Treasured Scents
Lit match ignites incense stick
sandalwood aroma
wafts over my face
fond and mysterious
childhood memory incites
What was the prevalent fragrance
In my grandparents' home?
In the sacred smoke
a mystery made known
when mixed with the scent-remembrance
of coffee percolating in a pot
inviting boyish morning glee
contemplating what days adventure might be
Or paired with ginger snaps
baking in the oven
I remember grandma’s smile
as I bit into the warm, spicy cookie
secret ingredient, lots of love’n ...
sandalwood aroma
wafts over my face
fond and mysterious
childhood memory incites
What was the prevalent fragrance
In my grandparents' home?
In the sacred smoke
a mystery made known
when mixed with the scent-remembrance
of coffee percolating in a pot
inviting boyish morning glee
contemplating what days adventure might be
Or paired with ginger snaps
baking in the oven
I remember grandma’s smile
as I bit into the warm, spicy cookie
secret ingredient, lots of love’n ...
#childhood
#family
#happiness #memories
#happiness #memories
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
7th Apr 2025 3:40am
7th Apr 2025 3:40am
Velvet Knight
I wanted to be a better musician
But my insecurities had me frozen
I wanted to prove to myself that I was just a good
By my fear was making a fool out of myself
So I practiced and practiced and practiced
It got to the point that I could feel each pulse
Each rudiment felt like it was in slow motion
My skill had reached a new height
But still there was more to learn
It was when a group of us wanted to audition
That I again froze
I knew I had it in me
Just maybe
But now I’ll just never know
Instead I picked...
But my insecurities had me frozen
I wanted to prove to myself that I was just a good
By my fear was making a fool out of myself
So I practiced and practiced and practiced
It got to the point that I could feel each pulse
Each rudiment felt like it was in slow motion
My skill had reached a new height
But still there was more to learn
It was when a group of us wanted to audition
That I again froze
I knew I had it in me
Just maybe
But now I’ll just never know
Instead I picked...
#memories
#music
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#WritingPoetry
52 reads
2 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
7th Apr 2025 3:06am
7th Apr 2025 3:06am
Pontiac Safari: First Owner
Department of Motor Vehicles
tells grandpa
“ You're no longer fit to drive”
and to grandma they advise
“Get rid of your vehicle m’am”
so gramps won't be tempted
to go for a spin
for old time's sake
and endanger his and other's lives
a devastating decision she had to make
grandad spent his career
working in auto manufacturing
his gold, Pontiac station wagon,
that he meticulously maintained,
was the last vestige of his livelihood
to lose it was emasculating
tells grandpa
“ You're no longer fit to drive”
and to grandma they advise
“Get rid of your vehicle m’am”
so gramps won't be tempted
to go for a spin
for old time's sake
and endanger his and other's lives
a devastating decision she had to make
grandad spent his career
working in auto manufacturing
his gold, Pontiac station wagon,
that he meticulously maintained,
was the last vestige of his livelihood
to lose it was emasculating
#aging
#family
#memories #sadness
#memories #sadness
56 reads
3 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
4th Apr 2025 9:26pm
4th Apr 2025 9:26pm
~black spice of times.. this enigmatic ‘now’
a broken black clove
over the blinding blankness
..bit toasted off-white pages
wait to fill in their spaces
from my rolled out scribbles
now..
had spotted them earlier
in these design of destiny
pages… & pressed them
as herbarium .. in an unknown
immediacy of..
what?
lucky though the blackly holed
spiral bound pages.. had held
them still, sans any further loss
until
now..
juggles to & fro from betwixt
the shuffling...
over the blinding blankness
..bit toasted off-white pages
wait to fill in their spaces
from my rolled out scribbles
now..
had spotted them earlier
in these design of destiny
pages… & pressed them
as herbarium .. in an unknown
immediacy of..
what?
lucky though the blackly holed
spiral bound pages.. had held
them still, sans any further loss
until
now..
juggles to & fro from betwixt
the shuffling...
#cats
#lover
#memories
#mystery
#StreamOfConsciousness
74 reads
2 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
4th Apr 2025 1:48pm
4th Apr 2025 1:48pm
We gotta hold back
Sometimes why do we hold back in some relationships, but yet we feel the need that it's necessary to hold back in expressing, our true inner feelings and thoughts and emotions. Sometimes why do we really hold back, in some relationships is it because something just doesn't feel right. 🤔 For it's starting to feel like we've been here, before in another time in our lives 🤔 as it's literally feels like deja vu happing all over again. 🤨 For sure it's very necessary to hold back in revealing, our thoughts and insight and imagination from some people's. That gives off the...
#emotional
#memories
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
#StreamOfConsciousness
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InDreamz
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 2:32pm
1st Apr 2025 2:32pm
Sepia tone
I remember our love
in sepia tone
Rustic and raw pictures
of our beautiful memories
playing in my mind.
The rugged and worn off edges
of photos of our togetherness
...of moments timeless,
as if a continuum-
beginning from infinity
when stars blossomed into life;
a phantasmagoria of
smiles and tears
rainbows and rain,
ebbing and flowing
with the passage of time
like a dream within a dream
embedded in my soul...
Though you aren't here
your absence can't consume me
...this...
in sepia tone
Rustic and raw pictures
of our beautiful memories
playing in my mind.
The rugged and worn off edges
of photos of our togetherness
...of moments timeless,
as if a continuum-
beginning from infinity
when stars blossomed into life;
a phantasmagoria of
smiles and tears
rainbows and rain,
ebbing and flowing
with the passage of time
like a dream within a dream
embedded in my soul...
Though you aren't here
your absence can't consume me
...this...
#death
#hope
#love
#memories
#stars
123 reads
9 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 6:50am
1st Apr 2025 6:50am
Lost...Somewhere in Time
Those late night tunes can get us lost
Somewhere in time
When the mind wanders into some forgotten places
Reliving moments briefly
As if they were just yesterday
Them lyrics can turn back the clock
And unlock memories
The details are ghostly caresses on the mind’s eye
Longing for just tiny piece
Just to ease the ache
The melodies can surge an energy
A restless fantasy revived
When “could have beens” burn like whiskey straight up
Going down smooth
To make the yearning numb
These songs can take you...
Somewhere in time
When the mind wanders into some forgotten places
Reliving moments briefly
As if they were just yesterday
Them lyrics can turn back the clock
And unlock memories
The details are ghostly caresses on the mind’s eye
Longing for just tiny piece
Just to ease the ache
The melodies can surge an energy
A restless fantasy revived
When “could have beens” burn like whiskey straight up
Going down smooth
To make the yearning numb
These songs can take you...
#memories
#music
#nostalgia #WritingPoetry
#nostalgia #WritingPoetry
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