Poems About Memories Seeking Honest Critique
#memories
Poems about memories seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Dancer
Dancer
Tammy visits Martha at the nursery home
for the stories Martha likes to share
of times when she was a dancer
and not confined to her wheelchair.
Tammy listens intently as Martha
tells of times when she were free,
when her spirit would soar above the clouds
embraced in melody.
She tells Tammy of how her heart would swell
when at last she would touch ground,
how her spirit would feel revitalized,
the applause a thunderous sound.
“Oh! Those were the days!” Martha tells Tammy, ...
Tammy visits Martha at the nursery home
for the stories Martha likes to share
of times when she was a dancer
and not confined to her wheelchair.
Tammy listens intently as Martha
tells of times when she were free,
when her spirit would soar above the clouds
embraced in melody.
She tells Tammy of how her heart would swell
when at last she would touch ground,
how her spirit would feel revitalized,
the applause a thunderous sound.
“Oh! Those were the days!” Martha tells Tammy, ...
#sadness
#kindness
#memories
#bittersweet
#emotions
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2 Comments
Why am i?

#family
#memories
#addiction
#myself
#choices
39 reads
0 Comments
Ancient Memories: Sisters of Dis'kordiah

#dark
#power
#memories
#aliens
#mystery
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A Nightmare of Tiffauges Castle: Part Two

#dreams
#evil
#memories
#tragedy
#horror
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A Nightmare of Tiffauges Castle: Part One

#dreams
#evil
#memories
#tragedy
#horror
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The Book of Corners
Prologue,
The mind is uncentric, a lightning crawled cloud of Vedic faces, mouths forming oscillations of curving gravitonic ellipses, pulling light ambience into planar thread, apportioning geometries with magnetized propulsion, tensile threads woven into the muscular fabric of the heart, coiling into the gelatin ambered spine lexicon, arching its martial finger along the Roman road that hours of resonant conversation has rolled its covalent tongue into the haunted coital corridor between us.
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There are days that time feels unmoored,...
The mind is uncentric, a lightning crawled cloud of Vedic faces, mouths forming oscillations of curving gravitonic ellipses, pulling light ambience into planar thread, apportioning geometries with magnetized propulsion, tensile threads woven into the muscular fabric of the heart, coiling into the gelatin ambered spine lexicon, arching its martial finger along the Roman road that hours of resonant conversation has rolled its covalent tongue into the haunted coital corridor between us.
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There are days that time feels unmoored,...
#LifeAsAWriter
#memories
#MovingOn
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The reflections of A lost Goodbye (white lines on the bitumen)
I have driven this road so many times before in the past
I will drive this road so many more times in the future
The rout that I drive never held any further significance for me until .... well
Until I met you.
I remember driving this road for our first encounter
A full tank of anxiety fueld excitment as ,
I drove with you by my side , loving memories of our banter, driving late at night finding comfort in one another's silent presence
I remember driving that road alone , empty in my heart as I manuvered into the worst crash I have ever experienced ... ...
I will drive this road so many more times in the future
The rout that I drive never held any further significance for me until .... well
Until I met you.
I remember driving this road for our first encounter
A full tank of anxiety fueld excitment as ,
I drove with you by my side , loving memories of our banter, driving late at night finding comfort in one another's silent presence
I remember driving that road alone , empty in my heart as I manuvered into the worst crash I have ever experienced ... ...
#love
#heartbroken
#breakup
#memories
#SelfReflection
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Forgive & Never Forget - 12/17/2019
I forgive you-
I forgive you for expecting that
You would see
All I am becoming in my life
No matter how many times
I have seemingly failed in your eyes
I have learned and came so far
You, on the other hand
You have taught me all
In which I choose not to be
You have continously shown me hatred and selfish thoughts
Reflecting the past continously
You never have seen and felt the here and now
May I strive better to see my present...
I forgive you for expecting that
You would see
All I am becoming in my life
No matter how many times
I have seemingly failed in your eyes
I have learned and came so far
You, on the other hand
You have taught me all
In which I choose not to be
You have continously shown me hatred and selfish thoughts
Reflecting the past continously
You never have seen and felt the here and now
May I strive better to see my present...
#mother
#parent
#childhood
#abuse
#memories
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My Memories of Mary

#regret
#dreams
#ghosts
#memories
#tragedy
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Nostalgic Memories
Romance was flowing like the rhytm of the river.
I loved you,so cookies for my love is what I made.
With cookies, made of sugar and love is how I showed my love.
But one cookie burned to crisp as the oven baked it.
But you still ate it,as sugar and spice was what I used to make it.
I put sprinkles on it,and told myself it's all fine.
I was enjoying myself, enjoying our chat,enjoying our time.
But one day,everything shattered.
At first,i thought you'd be flattered.
I complimented you about how you dress,even though inside I was a...
I loved you,so cookies for my love is what I made.
With cookies, made of sugar and love is how I showed my love.
But one cookie burned to crisp as the oven baked it.
But you still ate it,as sugar and spice was what I used to make it.
I put sprinkles on it,and told myself it's all fine.
I was enjoying myself, enjoying our chat,enjoying our time.
But one day,everything shattered.
At first,i thought you'd be flattered.
I complimented you about how you dress,even though inside I was a...
#love
#memories
#nostalgia
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I wait for you.
You hacked me black haired
or you will be blonde
I wait for you
I take care of you
I consider you as of my own
And I am taken by surprise
how are you so competent
how did you convince me
how did you make me work on your behalf
when you are not even there
can not use smart words
to tell me you are right
When in the end
I know you are just a glitch
a host
a parasite
taking energy...
or you will be blonde
I wait for you
I take care of you
I consider you as of my own
And I am taken by surprise
how are you so competent
how did you convince me
how did you make me work on your behalf
when you are not even there
can not use smart words
to tell me you are right
When in the end
I know you are just a glitch
a host
a parasite
taking energy...
#memories
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no matter how far he reached
my father always looked
for the answers to life in
the bottom of a bottle
but no matter how many
bottoms he reached he
never found anything but
cold dead echoing silence...
from without
and finally
from within
for the answers to life in
the bottom of a bottle
but no matter how many
bottoms he reached he
never found anything but
cold dead echoing silence...
from without
and finally
from within
#father
#memories
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DU Poetry : Poems About Memories Seeking Honest Critique