Poems About Memories Seeking Honest Critique
#memories
Poems about memories seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Distant Travels
As my mind reflects
voices from within
tell me to soul search
a personal energy
that resonates
changing my perspective
as multiple beings
alert me that my time will expire
voices from within
tell me to soul search
a personal energy
that resonates
changing my perspective
as multiple beings
alert me that my time will expire
#aliens
#identity
#memories
#scifi
#universe
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Memory Etchings
Today
I'm swinging outside
Feet touching clouds
Really living right
Days winding down
Wind's picking up
Leaves crying out
Trees bending away
Birds flying together
Chimes chiming loud
Hear everything stop
Skies growing green
Blinds, closing tight
Mom calling out
Arms waving 'Here'
Inside, running back
Siren's droning starts
TV's warning tone
Memory etching sounds
Upstairs, Rushing down
Cellar, huddling close
Makeshift bedding among
Armoire, hiding inside
Lights loosing life ...
I'm swinging outside
Feet touching clouds
Really living right
Days winding down
Wind's picking up
Leaves crying out
Trees bending away
Birds flying together
Chimes chiming loud
Hear everything stop
Skies growing green
Blinds, closing tight
Mom calling out
Arms waving 'Here'
Inside, running back
Siren's droning starts
TV's warning tone
Memory etching sounds
Upstairs, Rushing down
Cellar, huddling close
Makeshift bedding among
Armoire, hiding inside
Lights loosing life ...
#fear
#memories
#myself #NaPoWriMo2024
#myself #NaPoWriMo2024
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Untitled
Goodbye love
I will miss your warm embrace
Time to go
Ill keep the memory of your face
Ill think of you
bittersweet reminders
My soul breaks
I will miss your warm embrace
Time to go
Ill keep the memory of your face
Ill think of you
bittersweet reminders
My soul breaks
#breakup
#heartbroken
#memories
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How Wicca Led Me to Islam and Redemption: Part Two
- How Wicca Led Me to Islam and Redemption: Part Two -
At the end of my long life as Ishtar, when I was still going by the name of Ereshkigal, I retired from ruling over Kurnugia and left it in the care of Nergal whilst I went away to live with Lilith in her home by the shores of the Red Sea. Many times, the Anunnaki sent messengers to myself and to Lilith to get us to come back to them and every time we refused to do so. Eventually, despite my body being pretty much the latest model synthetic android designed to last for thousands of years... wear and tear, and a general lack of...
At the end of my long life as Ishtar, when I was still going by the name of Ereshkigal, I retired from ruling over Kurnugia and left it in the care of Nergal whilst I went away to live with Lilith in her home by the shores of the Red Sea. Many times, the Anunnaki sent messengers to myself and to Lilith to get us to come back to them and every time we refused to do so. Eventually, despite my body being pretty much the latest model synthetic android designed to last for thousands of years... wear and tear, and a general lack of...
#memories
#philosophical
#rebirth
#religion
#spiritual
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How Wicca Led Me to Islam and Redemption: Part One
- How Wicca Led Me to Islam and Redemption: Part One -
This is a work explaining how it was that I came to Islam from having been a Wiccan previously, and how it does not contradict... but rather enhances and expands upon... all of my previous beliefs. Likely, the best place to begin with, should always be the origination of things. And, for me, the start of all my spiritual undertakings was the year 1991, when I was seventeen years old. The year previous, sometime after the death of my first love Andrea, I was contacted by a girl named Lilith who physically was, to so look at...
This is a work explaining how it was that I came to Islam from having been a Wiccan previously, and how it does not contradict... but rather enhances and expands upon... all of my previous beliefs. Likely, the best place to begin with, should always be the origination of things. And, for me, the start of all my spiritual undertakings was the year 1991, when I was seventeen years old. The year previous, sometime after the death of my first love Andrea, I was contacted by a girl named Lilith who physically was, to so look at...
#memories
#philosophical
#rebirth
#religion
#spiritual
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Nostalgia
Memories suffocate my mind,
Bliss when Mom was alive,
The sickly amount of sugar,
Along with the citric tinge on my lips,
A reminder of things that'll never dissipate.
Lemonade makes me nostalgic.
Bliss when Mom was alive,
The sickly amount of sugar,
Along with the citric tinge on my lips,
A reminder of things that'll never dissipate.
Lemonade makes me nostalgic.
#memories
#nostalgia
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AND IN THIS CORNER!
summer
nights
the type of nights
when the gods
laugh the
most
walking downtown
looking at cracks
in the sidewalks
the ghost of old
buildings remembered
now long gone
found myself in
the more reprobate
part of town
noticed a good crowd
outside the Sportsman
bar
found an empty spot
to stand
...
nights
the type of nights
when the gods
laugh the
most
walking downtown
looking at cracks
in the sidewalks
the ghost of old
buildings remembered
now long gone
found myself in
the more reprobate
part of town
noticed a good crowd
outside the Sportsman
bar
found an empty spot
to stand
...
#memories
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Eternal Shadows
Not proud of my past
New job, home, city & state
It all comes with you
New job, home, city & state
It all comes with you
#haiku
#LifeStruggles
#memories
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Bonding With My Chief
Long Bow was dad's name
and mine, Straight Arrow
At least once a week
when we'd meet
with our tribe
of YMCA Indian Guides.
Fathers and sons
seated in a circle
all in dark yellow
headband arrayed
each with a real feather displayed
from the tail
of a synthetic bird of prey.
Also, a tan suede vest
with our names burned in
And covered in
primary colored, ironed on badges.
Around our necks
hung an articulated breastplate
we made of genuine bleached bones
with no marrow
from slaughtered ...
and mine, Straight Arrow
At least once a week
when we'd meet
with our tribe
of YMCA Indian Guides.
Fathers and sons
seated in a circle
all in dark yellow
headband arrayed
each with a real feather displayed
from the tail
of a synthetic bird of prey.
Also, a tan suede vest
with our names burned in
And covered in
primary colored, ironed on badges.
Around our necks
hung an articulated breastplate
we made of genuine bleached bones
with no marrow
from slaughtered ...
#family
#father
#happiness
#love
#memories
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Best In Hue - Swatch 2
British racing green
was the color of dad's
beloved roadster
a 1950 MG TD
Recalling with what glee
he'd navigate our town.
Tweed racing cap worn
like a crown
the cars black top down
his crew of
pint-sized mechanics
perched on red
Upolstered rumble seat.
with wide grins
all the onlookers we'd greet.
The car long since
dismantled
and papa's recent demise.
forces me to see
through fond recollection's eyes.
Photo, by Georgi Petrov , found on Pexels
was the color of dad's
beloved roadster
a 1950 MG TD
Recalling with what glee
he'd navigate our town.
Tweed racing cap worn
like a crown
the cars black top down
his crew of
pint-sized mechanics
perched on red
Upolstered rumble seat.
with wide grins
all the onlookers we'd greet.
The car long since
dismantled
and papa's recent demise.
forces me to see
through fond recollection's eyes.
Photo, by Georgi Petrov , found on Pexels
#happiness
#love
#cars #memories
#cars #memories
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Best In Hue - Swatch 1
A mixture
of bright, sunny yellow
and every shade of blue.
Green, is the color of the spectrum
that best describes my moods.
A fanfare of green
ushers in Spring
Signaling “GO,”
you plants can grow
after languishing
in long Winter's dormancy.
The color of memories
of cutting grass,
picking weeds, planting annuals
comforting scent of soil
grounding my peace,
globs of cool earth
caking my knees.
The love of Gaia
envelopes me
when walking in forests
of evergreens
unconditional love ...
of bright, sunny yellow
and every shade of blue.
Green, is the color of the spectrum
that best describes my moods.
A fanfare of green
ushers in Spring
Signaling “GO,”
you plants can grow
after languishing
in long Winter's dormancy.
The color of memories
of cutting grass,
picking weeds, planting annuals
comforting scent of soil
grounding my peace,
globs of cool earth
caking my knees.
The love of Gaia
envelopes me
when walking in forests
of evergreens
unconditional love ...
#love
#nature
#peace
#memories
#art
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A Memory Rings
When silence sings
A memory rings
A heart springs
And words wear wings
*****
I compose my rhapsody
Passionate and full of melody
With shades of artistic unity
Satiated with peaceful beauty
*****
There’s a poem in your eyes
Raw feelings of Nature ties
And all the wonder it implies
Your verses in my mind I eternize
*****
Your hidden rainbows of the mind
To every single hue I relate and bind
A magic wave of wand, one of a kind
A treasure of human nature is mined
***** ...
A memory rings
A heart springs
And words wear wings
*****
I compose my rhapsody
Passionate and full of melody
With shades of artistic unity
Satiated with peaceful beauty
*****
There’s a poem in your eyes
Raw feelings of Nature ties
And all the wonder it implies
Your verses in my mind I eternize
*****
Your hidden rainbows of the mind
To every single hue I relate and bind
A magic wave of wand, one of a kind
A treasure of human nature is mined
***** ...
#memories
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
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