Poems About Memories Seeking Honest Critique
#memories
Poems about memories seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
Today 3:40pm
Today 3:40pm
Old Ephemera
Not had much time for science, politics,
or any of the things I’ve benefitted from
as a young citizen of this last hundred years.
I’ve read my Dawkins, though, and pricked my ears
politely to the lectures of the older set,
who’ve said how privileged I am to not
be North Korean or just otherwise deprived
of God’s great gift: democracy.
It's really rather flawed of me
to not wade in and fight for that which fought for me
(it’s always, in confessionals, the poet’s “me me me”)
but all I've ever liked or felt enthusiastic for
is...
or any of the things I’ve benefitted from
as a young citizen of this last hundred years.
I’ve read my Dawkins, though, and pricked my ears
politely to the lectures of the older set,
who’ve said how privileged I am to not
be North Korean or just otherwise deprived
of God’s great gift: democracy.
It's really rather flawed of me
to not wade in and fight for that which fought for me
(it’s always, in confessionals, the poet’s “me me me”)
but all I've ever liked or felt enthusiastic for
is...
#dreams
#memories
#myself #art
#myself #art
13 reads
0 Comments
PoeticMalibu
Poem Published
25th Jan 2023 4:26pm
25th Jan 2023 4:26pm
Bad at love
I’m bad at Love,
So is everyone else,
I enjoy the taste of vodka,
I enjoy the moment of the numbness,
You can’t blame me for trying,
I’m bad at love,
I’m not getting better at it,
There’s so many people out there,
Who wants this?
I’m going to enjoy my life to the fullest,
Till I die.
I’m bad at love,
I’m afraid of your emotions.
If I walk, I walk
Chase me.
I jump when people yell.
I always want to say no,
I get cranky when I’m hungry.
I’m broken hearted,
I’m alone.
I’m going to crazy when I’m...
So is everyone else,
I enjoy the taste of vodka,
I enjoy the moment of the numbness,
You can’t blame me for trying,
I’m bad at love,
I’m not getting better at it,
There’s so many people out there,
Who wants this?
I’m going to enjoy my life to the fullest,
Till I die.
I’m bad at love,
I’m afraid of your emotions.
If I walk, I walk
Chase me.
I jump when people yell.
I always want to say no,
I get cranky when I’m hungry.
I’m broken hearted,
I’m alone.
I’m going to crazy when I’m...
#identity
#memories
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
36 reads
0 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
24th Jan 2023 8:45pm
24th Jan 2023 8:45pm
Sucking Off my Past
Swore I'd never do this
Of course now I am
Found this pic while looking for something else
I remember it well
No camera phones back then
Good to see I was wearing all black
Prehistoric cool
Fast forward to now
Wait
Why bother
Ain't nothing now gonna match this pretty boy punk
Spread out some blow on a album cover
Grab a straight edge razor
Find a Bowie song on Spotify
Rock me all night long ...
Of course now I am
Found this pic while looking for something else
I remember it well
No camera phones back then
Good to see I was wearing all black
Prehistoric cool
Fast forward to now
Wait
Why bother
Ain't nothing now gonna match this pretty boy punk
Spread out some blow on a album cover
Grab a straight edge razor
Find a Bowie song on Spotify
Rock me all night long ...
#music
#confessional
#memories
#dialogue
#historical
79 reads
28 Comments
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
24th Jan 2023 7:06pm
24th Jan 2023 7:06pm
Tightrope
Taut are the never ending cables,
Grind elevators through time shafts
Balance scrapers to the sky’s tilt,
Feather friendship to staircase
Of red double-decker buses.
Nothing more.....
Than a metaphor whore,
Door-to-door salesman
For GrimReaper.com,
Building suburban cemeteries
To the pedal of London after midnight.
Show me the bones and I may
Write you a double-breasted suit
Angles of Angel Pub
Take wings on camera obscura
Lager lenses just become smaller.
Only thing civil about our...
Grind elevators through time shafts
Balance scrapers to the sky’s tilt,
Feather friendship to staircase
Of red double-decker buses.
Nothing more.....
Than a metaphor whore,
Door-to-door salesman
For GrimReaper.com,
Building suburban cemeteries
To the pedal of London after midnight.
Show me the bones and I may
Write you a double-breasted suit
Angles of Angel Pub
Take wings on camera obscura
Lager lenses just become smaller.
Only thing civil about our...
#death
#memories
#LifeCycle
65 reads
14 Comments
Josiah
Poem Published
24th Jan 2023 7:44am
24th Jan 2023 7:44am
Pondering the Past
Flashbacks that stop me dead in my tracks, déjà vu
My opiate, my tears, and rose-colored glasses
Comfort is creed, can't move on, so I blackout in lieu
In my day dreams, you make me a heretic, it's true
Palliative sedation: steady, and sweet as molasses
Flashbacks that stop me dead in my tracks, déjà vu
Sometimes a pea under a matress or a rock in my shoe
Regrets, pressure cooking my unresolved impasses
Comfort is creed, can't move on, so I blackout in lieu
Hunger pains for history to repeat itself... To relive...
My opiate, my tears, and rose-colored glasses
Comfort is creed, can't move on, so I blackout in lieu
In my day dreams, you make me a heretic, it's true
Palliative sedation: steady, and sweet as molasses
Flashbacks that stop me dead in my tracks, déjà vu
Sometimes a pea under a matress or a rock in my shoe
Regrets, pressure cooking my unresolved impasses
Comfort is creed, can't move on, so I blackout in lieu
Hunger pains for history to repeat itself... To relive...
#memories
#villanelle
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0 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2023 2:57am
22nd Jan 2023 2:57am
bet'cha you can't get away with that anymore
1965
living in Georgia
six years
old
my father was a drunk
off his ass son-of-bitch
in every sense of the
word-
but every now and then
he could throw you a bone
I'd would hear him calling
me
"HEY, WHY DON'T YOU
WALK DOWN TO THE
STORE AND GET ME A
PACK OF CAMELS. HERES
A BUCK...
AND GET YOURSELF
SOMETHING TOO."
(that was as good as
it got with my old man)
so... here's this six year
old kid walking along the
roadside heading for...
living in Georgia
six years
old
my father was a drunk
off his ass son-of-bitch
in every sense of the
word-
but every now and then
he could throw you a bone
I'd would hear him calling
me
"HEY, WHY DON'T YOU
WALK DOWN TO THE
STORE AND GET ME A
PACK OF CAMELS. HERES
A BUCK...
AND GET YOURSELF
SOMETHING TOO."
(that was as good as
it got with my old man)
so... here's this six year
old kid walking along the
roadside heading for...
#family
#memories
77 reads
12 Comments
Eerie
Poem Published
21st Jan 2023 7:35pm
21st Jan 2023 7:35pm
Grief Isn’t Always Complicated
Your face had a look of true
peace, but your hands
gave away Death,
with bloodless, loose skin.
Just days earlier you were talking
about hearing angels sing,
and I wondered what it sounded like
I will never forget that open room,
the odd smell, my six-year-old,
curious about what an empty
body looked like, nearly pulling
the casket off the stand trying
to get a better look. My heart
stopped, and as I moved
to snatch her up, I heard you say:
Leave that baby alone,
she’s not hurtin’...
peace, but your hands
gave away Death,
with bloodless, loose skin.
Just days earlier you were talking
about hearing angels sing,
and I wondered what it sounded like
I will never forget that open room,
the odd smell, my six-year-old,
curious about what an empty
body looked like, nearly pulling
the casket off the stand trying
to get a better look. My heart
stopped, and as I moved
to snatch her up, I heard you say:
Leave that baby alone,
she’s not hurtin’...
#death
#memories
73 reads
7 Comments
Fishmander
Poem Published
20th Jan 2023 10:10pm
20th Jan 2023 10:10pm
Sorry.
I grew up feeling so displaced
Hands in my mouth, head cloudy in a maze
Some of you, still, have never known
The thing you read now breathing off the page
Sorry.
Your lost kin is a thespian
Dragged through the past, across and back again
Chemical reaction constant,
Splattered mess on roadsides pedestrian
Sorry.
I write late about our cadence
This inconsistent woven countenance
I'm not your martyr- never was
Is what I would say, in damned elegance.
Sorry.
Hands in my mouth, head cloudy in a maze
Some of you, still, have never known
The thing you read now breathing off the page
Sorry.
Your lost kin is a thespian
Dragged through the past, across and back again
Chemical reaction constant,
Splattered mess on roadsides pedestrian
Sorry.
I write late about our cadence
This inconsistent woven countenance
I'm not your martyr- never was
Is what I would say, in damned elegance.
Sorry.
#love
#dark
#family
#memories
#SelfReflection
61 reads
0 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
20th Jan 2023 1:17pm
20th Jan 2023 1:17pm
Memorable
The memory of elephants is famous,
elephants do not forget,
they have huge heads and guard
a huge amount of information.
When they die, their heads, ears
and trunks stand out from the bodies
and will live in the sea in the form
of giant rays or mantas.
Manta rays also have
amazing memories,
it's just too bad it's the memories
of the elephants.
PAR
elephants do not forget,
they have huge heads and guard
a huge amount of information.
When they die, their heads, ears
and trunks stand out from the bodies
and will live in the sea in the form
of giant rays or mantas.
Manta rays also have
amazing memories,
it's just too bad it's the memories
of the elephants.
PAR
#confessional
#memories
#myself #WritingPoetry
#myself #WritingPoetry
25 reads
0 Comments
BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
17th Jan 2023 1:54am
17th Jan 2023 1:54am
Military Funeral for a Drag Queen
What are funerals...
But the declaration of the end
Hide away those metal beads
And those beautiful silk cheetah shirts
Hide the leather skirts, dont forget the heels
The beaded masks and rainbow trucker hat
Park that acid trip ford truck out back
We burry him in full military apparel
In his coffin a bare face without his grin
Metals glimmering in that mild light
Images that capture his beautiful life
Photos only showing him with his trucks
Those trucker hats holding his ponytail
Leather jacket and blue jeaned man
The only...
But the declaration of the end
Hide away those metal beads
And those beautiful silk cheetah shirts
Hide the leather skirts, dont forget the heels
The beaded masks and rainbow trucker hat
Park that acid trip ford truck out back
We burry him in full military apparel
In his coffin a bare face without his grin
Metals glimmering in that mild light
Images that capture his beautiful life
Photos only showing him with his trucks
Those trucker hats holding his ponytail
Leather jacket and blue jeaned man
The only...
#grief
#family
#memories
#morality
#tradition
83 reads
6 Comments
AaHarvey
Poem Published
14th Jan 2023 3:15pm
14th Jan 2023 3:15pm
Uruguay and I'm a Gwirl
I want you to love me, I want you to care.
I want you to promise you’ll always be there.
I’m a man willing to fight for love.
Battlefield is strewn with former hugs.
I’m the one whose name is on all your puns.
Biggest joke in town for sure.
I’m the boy, the Peter Pan head on.
Never grew to like attempts at fun.
I’m the soul never united, moon and sun.
Feel myself coming undone.
I never claimed to be your saving grace.
I never claimed that I mattered.
I never said I’d put a smile on your face.
I’m merely...
I want you to promise you’ll always be there.
I’m a man willing to fight for love.
Battlefield is strewn with former hugs.
I’m the one whose name is on all your puns.
Biggest joke in town for sure.
I’m the boy, the Peter Pan head on.
Never grew to like attempts at fun.
I’m the soul never united, moon and sun.
Feel myself coming undone.
I never claimed to be your saving grace.
I never claimed that I mattered.
I never said I’d put a smile on your face.
I’m merely...
#love
#death
#confessional
#memories
#SelfReflection
50 reads
0 Comments
DanielChristensen
Poem Published
13th Jan 2023 10:00pm
13th Jan 2023 10:00pm
Rite of the Totem
Sunlight mottled sheen on a borrowed car,
I drove to fetch your mouth to mine,
No longer exists, having fired back
From beds of earthen berm and out
Into the cosmos of colors and ice
Tails trailing a torpedo of rock, your
Eyes burning with lust premeditation,
Affixed to me with newness of
Adoration, no longer exist,
They have pressed out ten thousand
Layers of film, as years of sand and wind
Scoured away their gilding, into a face of
Untold seasons we have not
Shared, your arms have shed
Skin after skin into...
I drove to fetch your mouth to mine,
No longer exists, having fired back
From beds of earthen berm and out
Into the cosmos of colors and ice
Tails trailing a torpedo of rock, your
Eyes burning with lust premeditation,
Affixed to me with newness of
Adoration, no longer exist,
They have pressed out ten thousand
Layers of film, as years of sand and wind
Scoured away their gilding, into a face of
Untold seasons we have not
Shared, your arms have shed
Skin after skin into...
#love
#relationships
#universe
#LifeAsAWriter
#memories
183 reads
29 Comments
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