Poems About Memories Seeking Honest Critique
#memories
Poems about memories seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
1st May 2025 2:04am
1st May 2025 2:04am
Pre-Web Years: Social Media
My childhood social media
could be measured in inches
all colored, rectangular magazines
some as big as 10 1/2" x 14"
and as small as 5 ½” x 7 ½”
delivered every month
by hardy, blue uniformed postal carriers
One favorite,
“Sunset” was in our home a staple
a pretty thick, glossy depiction
of how the best American westerners live
perhaps in a replica,
upscale Hopi Pueblo style compound
appropriately located in the Painted Desert
cacti, tumbleweeds. Lizards on the ground
kaleidoscopic...
could be measured in inches
all colored, rectangular magazines
some as big as 10 1/2" x 14"
and as small as 5 ½” x 7 ½”
delivered every month
by hardy, blue uniformed postal carriers
One favorite,
“Sunset” was in our home a staple
a pretty thick, glossy depiction
of how the best American westerners live
perhaps in a replica,
upscale Hopi Pueblo style compound
appropriately located in the Painted Desert
cacti, tumbleweeds. Lizards on the ground
kaleidoscopic...
#childhood
#memories
#reading #SelfDiscovery
#reading #SelfDiscovery
41 reads
2 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
29th Apr 2025 5:12am
29th Apr 2025 5:12am
Pre-Web Years: Browser
Browsing for knowledge
as a child of the 1970's
was a magical sensorial adventure
the most up-to-date data,
at my fingertips,
current to the early sixties,
made all the more accessible
on the lowest bookshelf
in a 100 pound collection
of Coliers Encyclopedias,
such a whimsical word
for an eight-year-old to say
On any given Summer's day
I'd forego outside play
and in my PJ's stay
selecting one of the hefty,
black, red-labeled tomes
their alphabetical range
in gold letters on the...
as a child of the 1970's
was a magical sensorial adventure
the most up-to-date data,
at my fingertips,
current to the early sixties,
made all the more accessible
on the lowest bookshelf
in a 100 pound collection
of Coliers Encyclopedias,
such a whimsical word
for an eight-year-old to say
On any given Summer's day
I'd forego outside play
and in my PJ's stay
selecting one of the hefty,
black, red-labeled tomes
their alphabetical range
in gold letters on the...
#books
#childhood
#learning #memories
#learning #memories
49 reads
2 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
28th Apr 2025 00:42am
28th Apr 2025 00:42am
To tell the truth
Sometimes I ask thyself what is so hard about telling the truth, yet now a days it's seems to be the normal thing, to do of some people's. 🤨 For let's take a even closer look, at this point of interest and view, from the 🪟 window of our own viewing of the depths of the situations. 😠 That sometimes really becomes, apart of our own, personal lives, even in dealing with some relationships. THAT are suppose to be about love and happiness and support, for they say that some people's are creatures of habits. 🤨 Now Let's dive into the situations that we are going to...
#confessional
#memories
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
57 reads
2 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
27th Apr 2025 3:22am
27th Apr 2025 3:22am
Savor Each Fleeting Moment
26 of 30
Savor Each Fleeting Moment
A beautiful country and culture
opened through their eyes
a new poetic romance language
begins to permeate my speech
a connective conduit develops
as we share details of our daily journey
calmed by their voice
accustomed to their presence
made better by their essence
The window to that new,
fascinating world abruptly shuts
enthralling voice muted
shade pulled down obstructing the view
the movie wraps and sets dismantled;
curtain drops, play closes;
the...
Savor Each Fleeting Moment
A beautiful country and culture
opened through their eyes
a new poetic romance language
begins to permeate my speech
a connective conduit develops
as we share details of our daily journey
calmed by their voice
accustomed to their presence
made better by their essence
The window to that new,
fascinating world abruptly shuts
enthralling voice muted
shade pulled down obstructing the view
the movie wraps and sets dismantled;
curtain drops, play closes;
the...
#dreams
#friendship
#happiness
#love
#memories
71 reads
0 Comments
Northern1
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2025 3:12am
23rd Apr 2025 3:12am
To Honor DUP
We're almost dead but we're not
Lets give it what we've got
In three weeks we're done
And it's been lots of fun
This site will soon be shot
I've always loved this place
I worry what can replace
Yet such goes hand in hand
With increased net demand
In tune with the modern pace
Before shouting a last hurrah
Waving a hand to say ta-ta
Lets give it another go
Just one more for the show
To leave the reader in awe
Deep Underground we pledge to do
Our very best to shine on through
As an...
Lets give it what we've got
In three weeks we're done
And it's been lots of fun
This site will soon be shot
I've always loved this place
I worry what can replace
Yet such goes hand in hand
With increased net demand
In tune with the modern pace
Before shouting a last hurrah
Waving a hand to say ta-ta
Lets give it another go
Just one more for the show
To leave the reader in awe
Deep Underground we pledge to do
Our very best to shine on through
As an...
#gratitude
#love
#memories
80 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2025 00:51am
22nd Apr 2025 00:51am
Disappearing memories
They're the enemies of the mind
Trapped in the memory spectrum
No escape can I find
I'm always returning from the same old journeys
Every time they manage to break me
They steal my every heartbeat
Pain, anger, fear, a medley
Memory of them so bitter, so sweet
Every night the pictures I see
A painful tear never meant to be
Is only a memory of loss to me
I feel no remorse for leaving them behind
This downfall was their own fault
Bygone and existent, and imminent are now entwined
Forgetting them became my...
Trapped in the memory spectrum
No escape can I find
I'm always returning from the same old journeys
Every time they manage to break me
They steal my every heartbeat
Pain, anger, fear, a medley
Memory of them so bitter, so sweet
Every night the pictures I see
A painful tear never meant to be
Is only a memory of loss to me
I feel no remorse for leaving them behind
This downfall was their own fault
Bygone and existent, and imminent are now entwined
Forgetting them became my...
#memories
#MentalHealth
#sadness
80 reads
10 Comments
doreenheimer
Aether
Aether
Poem Published
19th Apr 2025 5:20pm
19th Apr 2025 5:20pm
Entry 3
I’ve seen friends go mad trying to fight these beasts.
I’ve seen comrades tear gas-blind, screaming at riot shields.
I’ve seen friends vanish into the psych wards and come back stitched together wrong.
I’ve seen kids in drag beaten by priests.
I’ve seen anarchists arrested for throwing a single rock,
while fascist militias march in broad daylight with iron crosses and icons held high.
At some point, you stop asking questions like
"Is it getting better?"
or
"Will voting change it?"
And you start asking...
I’ve seen comrades tear gas-blind, screaming at riot shields.
I’ve seen friends vanish into the psych wards and come back stitched together wrong.
I’ve seen kids in drag beaten by priests.
I’ve seen anarchists arrested for throwing a single rock,
while fascist militias march in broad daylight with iron crosses and icons held high.
At some point, you stop asking questions like
"Is it getting better?"
or
"Will voting change it?"
And you start asking...
#memories
#myself
#narrative
#nonfiction
#prose
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0 Comments
doreenheimer
Aether
Aether
Poem Published
19th Apr 2025 5:16pm
19th Apr 2025 5:16pm
Entry 2
There are things I still don’t know how to write about.
Not because I don’t remember them—but because memory feels too small for what they carry.
I was only a child in 2008, but I remember the sounds.
The deep, mechanical thunder of tanks rolling through Gori hills.
Russian ones, crawling like steel insects across the land, dragging fear behind them like smoke.
Mother told me not to look, but I did anyway.
I had to.
Some part of me, only being nine years old, already knew—I needed to remember what war looked like if I was going to survive in the shadow...
Not because I don’t remember them—but because memory feels too small for what they carry.
I was only a child in 2008, but I remember the sounds.
The deep, mechanical thunder of tanks rolling through Gori hills.
Russian ones, crawling like steel insects across the land, dragging fear behind them like smoke.
Mother told me not to look, but I did anyway.
I had to.
Some part of me, only being nine years old, already knew—I needed to remember what war looked like if I was going to survive in the shadow...
#memories
#myself
#narrative
#nonfiction
#prose
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0 Comments
doreenheimer
Aether
Aether
Poem Published
18th Apr 2025 12:12pm
18th Apr 2025 12:12pm
Entry 1
I never quite know how to start these things.
For all the hours I've spent alone with notebooks and loose scraps of thought, non-fiction—if that’s even what this counts as—has never been my strength.
This isn’t a memoir. It’s not an autobiography. And it sure as hell isn’t a diary. But I digress.
I’m just some punk in my late twenties, born and raised in Georgia, right by the seaside banks of Batumi.
Living in what I often call a post-Soviet dystopia, something I’ve repeated many times to my comrade Marsy—more about them soon.
Like any proper Anarchist,...
For all the hours I've spent alone with notebooks and loose scraps of thought, non-fiction—if that’s even what this counts as—has never been my strength.
This isn’t a memoir. It’s not an autobiography. And it sure as hell isn’t a diary. But I digress.
I’m just some punk in my late twenties, born and raised in Georgia, right by the seaside banks of Batumi.
Living in what I often call a post-Soviet dystopia, something I’ve repeated many times to my comrade Marsy—more about them soon.
Like any proper Anarchist,...
#memories
#myself
#narrative
#nonfiction
#prose
87 reads
1 Comment
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
56 reads
1 Comment
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
109 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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