Poems About Memories Seeking Honest Critique
#memories
Poems about memories seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
14th Mar 2025 9:25am
14th Mar 2025 9:25am
I know your heart is wicked
Little Harry Sack was barely 6 years old when he found out by his parents that his heart was wicked
His parents were religious fanatics, who read the good book each and every hour
They isolated little Harry from the rest of the world
His father worked on the farm producing milk & meat to sell in town
His mother was a stay at home mom, strict and overbearing
Many of the locals didn't even know Harry Sack existed
His parents taught him that in order to be faithful to the lord, you must do what we say or want
Harry was given chores from morning...
His parents were religious fanatics, who read the good book each and every hour
They isolated little Harry from the rest of the world
His father worked on the farm producing milk & meat to sell in town
His mother was a stay at home mom, strict and overbearing
Many of the locals didn't even know Harry Sack existed
His parents taught him that in order to be faithful to the lord, you must do what we say or want
Harry was given chores from morning...
#family
#memories
#prison
#religion
#violence
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8 Comments
Duice
Poem Published
14th Mar 2025 4:02am
14th Mar 2025 4:02am
Happy Born Day
Letter to my first
I unleashed you
into the world
with the snip of a natal chord
With tenacity we fell
in love at first sight
even then I knew this world
thru me was yours
Three played together
as I watched you
grow strong
from a feeble introduction
To hold your head high
looking up to me
a child-father
no prerequisite nor question
Seems I did the teaching
but truth is
I learned myself
in sacrifice thru you
Re-lived from first step
to remove training wheels ...
I unleashed you
into the world
with the snip of a natal chord
With tenacity we fell
in love at first sight
even then I knew this world
thru me was yours
Three played together
as I watched you
grow strong
from a feeble introduction
To hold your head high
looking up to me
a child-father
no prerequisite nor question
Seems I did the teaching
but truth is
I learned myself
in sacrifice thru you
Re-lived from first step
to remove training wheels ...
#children
#memories
#responsibility #son
#responsibility #son
46 reads
2 Comments
musht_e_ghubaar
Arsh
Arsh
Poem Published
14th Mar 2025 1:54am
14th Mar 2025 1:54am
Chandana
After Chandana
Lips like velvet, breath like fire,
We kissed as if the world would expire.
Our tongues danced, a tender fight,
gasping for air, yet holding tight.
Your scent, a drug I still crave,
your warmth, the ghost I couldn’t see.
I ache for the comfort of your touch,
your presence meant so much.
The nights we spent, so close, so near,
Yet now they feel so insincere,
Did I hold you tight, or let you slip?
Did I taste your soul, or just your lips? ...
Lips like velvet, breath like fire,
We kissed as if the world would expire.
Our tongues danced, a tender fight,
gasping for air, yet holding tight.
Your scent, a drug I still crave,
your warmth, the ghost I couldn’t see.
I ache for the comfort of your touch,
your presence meant so much.
The nights we spent, so close, so near,
Yet now they feel so insincere,
Did I hold you tight, or let you slip?
Did I taste your soul, or just your lips? ...
#dating
#girlfriend
#love #memories
#love #memories
45 reads
1 Comment
Ryan-Hayward
Ryan Hayward
Ryan Hayward
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 5:13am
7th Mar 2025 5:13am
Before the 12th ( Tomorrow, Resting Period ) Epilogue
I thought, I would try to give a bit of explanation
as to my considerable situation
I'm a man, broken, shamed, filled with blame
Can't claim I'm anything proclaimed to become
I feel so weak, so bleak, a fragile brittle antique
Full of regrets, always upset, things I wish to forget
Can't believe, I'm 45, still alive, how did I survive?
Drowning, in alcohol, baring this agonized tormented soul
What I would do, to start again, but nothing I can really do.
I want to survive, but child in me died, long time now realized.....
Every-time...
as to my considerable situation
I'm a man, broken, shamed, filled with blame
Can't claim I'm anything proclaimed to become
I feel so weak, so bleak, a fragile brittle antique
Full of regrets, always upset, things I wish to forget
Can't believe, I'm 45, still alive, how did I survive?
Drowning, in alcohol, baring this agonized tormented soul
What I would do, to start again, but nothing I can really do.
I want to survive, but child in me died, long time now realized.....
Every-time...
#hurt
#memories
#TimeHeals
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PAR
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 10:04pm
3rd Mar 2025 10:04pm
Triumvirat - Spartacus
At fifteen, the music whirled in a time machine,
where Spartacus calls with symphonic gleam.
Keys cascade like ancient rivers’ stream,
echoing rebellion in a wild and fierce dream.
Synth notes rise like morning's first light.
With drums' thunderous roar Rome takes flight.
Heartbeats sync with the rhythm's might.
An empire's fall in the silent night.
Emotions surge in the flickering gleam
as history dances revealing its steam.
In the attic headphones tether the soul
each track pulls deeper making hearts whole.
Warrior’s cries...
where Spartacus calls with symphonic gleam.
Keys cascade like ancient rivers’ stream,
echoing rebellion in a wild and fierce dream.
Synth notes rise like morning's first light.
With drums' thunderous roar Rome takes flight.
Heartbeats sync with the rhythm's might.
An empire's fall in the silent night.
Emotions surge in the flickering gleam
as history dances revealing its steam.
In the attic headphones tether the soul
each track pulls deeper making hearts whole.
Warrior’s cries...
#beauty
#memories
#music #teens
#music #teens
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4 Comments
dnzmemn66
Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 10:31pm
28th Feb 2025 10:31pm
The Old Ball Game
Popcorn, Peanuts and Cracker Jacks
Time to learn numbers and names on backs
I remember the games that Dad took me to
I had my glove so I got a ball or two
The organ played
The people would clap
I wore my jersey
And my old ball cap
The sights and sounds
The vendor's food
It all came together
To create the mood
Extra innings
With a walk-off home run
Even the losses
Were part of the fun
So grab your hot dog
Have a coke or a beer
Root for your team
This might be their year
As you go through your...
Time to learn numbers and names on backs
I remember the games that Dad took me to
I had my glove so I got a ball or two
The organ played
The people would clap
I wore my jersey
And my old ball cap
The sights and sounds
The vendor's food
It all came together
To create the mood
Extra innings
With a walk-off home run
Even the losses
Were part of the fun
So grab your hot dog
Have a coke or a beer
Root for your team
This might be their year
As you go through your...
#childhood
#memories
#sports
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PAR
Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 1:26pm
28th Feb 2025 1:26pm
So many falling stars
In the corridors of thought
where shadows white is sublime
wheels of memory spin
in circles they turn
whispers of forgotten dreams
linger in the air.
Faces in the mirror
reflections of the past
moments fleeting by
too precious to outlast
colors of emotion
in a kaleidoscope's embrace.
Echoes of a heartbeat
in the silence of the night
thoughts like scattered leaves
take their secret flight
twirling like a dance
on the edge of the unknown.
Threads of golden memories
woven...
where shadows white is sublime
wheels of memory spin
in circles they turn
whispers of forgotten dreams
linger in the air.
Faces in the mirror
reflections of the past
moments fleeting by
too precious to outlast
colors of emotion
in a kaleidoscope's embrace.
Echoes of a heartbeat
in the silence of the night
thoughts like scattered leaves
take their secret flight
twirling like a dance
on the edge of the unknown.
Threads of golden memories
woven...
#dreams
#memories
#mirror
#storm
#universe
75 reads
10 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
27th Feb 2025 8:47am
27th Feb 2025 8:47am
fleeting romance
after Joe Bolton
we danced once back in ‘94
before the long waste of my life
you taking pity on me (I felt)
an abstruse friendless teenage boy
we waltzed across the Hounslow road
and out into the lights
and maybe you were trying to forget
what made those bruises on your arms
or trying to stall returning home
to parents you no longer loved
but in any case it is
my one warm thought of childhood
the two of us dancing
as fleeting as it was…
I don’t believe in afterlives
and lonely still...
we danced once back in ‘94
before the long waste of my life
you taking pity on me (I felt)
an abstruse friendless teenage boy
we waltzed across the Hounslow road
and out into the lights
and maybe you were trying to forget
what made those bruises on your arms
or trying to stall returning home
to parents you no longer loved
but in any case it is
my one warm thought of childhood
the two of us dancing
as fleeting as it was…
I don’t believe in afterlives
and lonely still...
#abuse
#despair
#love #memories
#love #memories
89 reads
8 Comments
Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2025 10:53am
22nd Feb 2025 10:53am
My Doll
There is a comfort I once used to seek.
From a time I wasn't even able to speak.
It was a doll with beady eyes,her dress pink.
I still remember her black,beady eyes.
And the loads of playing,fantasize.
It had the silkiest,blonde hair.
And her makeup was very fair.
When I was little,I held dear.
And my intentions,attachement towards it was clear.
I still remember the day I received it for my birthday.
My eyes lit up in surprise.
I named her Annabelle,for her beady eyes.
The years passed,and the days went by. ...
From a time I wasn't even able to speak.
It was a doll with beady eyes,her dress pink.
I still remember her black,beady eyes.
And the loads of playing,fantasize.
It had the silkiest,blonde hair.
And her makeup was very fair.
When I was little,I held dear.
And my intentions,attachement towards it was clear.
I still remember the day I received it for my birthday.
My eyes lit up in surprise.
I named her Annabelle,for her beady eyes.
The years passed,and the days went by. ...
#hope
#memories
#nostalgia #uplifting
#nostalgia #uplifting
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
21st Feb 2025 1:47am
21st Feb 2025 1:47am
Life is short live it
Let's take a few seconds to let what I've said be an eye opener, 👁️👁️ for you to just THINK, If you could go back in your own thoughts, for just a minute I want you to be honest with thyself. FOR you should never let your emotions, and feelings lead you on your decisions. For if you could go back in time and really analyze, the depths of your own journeys and travels and walks. Within your own relationships in the past, for what would you change on how, you handled some situations, rather wrong or right. I want you to be honest and truthful, with your answers as...
#friendship
#LifeCycle
#memories
#relationships
#responsibility
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 4:15pm
18th Feb 2025 4:15pm
Wax-Dripped Memory
Bone-silted river bleeds backward,
tide-swallowed and unspooled,
coffin-seamed decades slouch against a cindered skyline—
time, a lichen-laced beast, starved-thin and echo-lost,
chewing the wax-dripped minutes that slip like marrow through dusk.
Iron-tasting hours blister against frost-scabbed bones,
flesh-stitched days unravel, splinter-throated and root-bound,
where clock-hands wilt, tendon-thin and grave-damp,
melting into brine-brittle pools beneath sun-scoured echoes.
Fog-clot visions smear across the moth-blurred dawn,
where...
tide-swallowed and unspooled,
coffin-seamed decades slouch against a cindered skyline—
time, a lichen-laced beast, starved-thin and echo-lost,
chewing the wax-dripped minutes that slip like marrow through dusk.
Iron-tasting hours blister against frost-scabbed bones,
flesh-stitched days unravel, splinter-throated and root-bound,
where clock-hands wilt, tendon-thin and grave-damp,
melting into brine-brittle pools beneath sun-scoured echoes.
Fog-clot visions smear across the moth-blurred dawn,
where...
#memories
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4 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
17th Feb 2025 2:01pm
17th Feb 2025 2:01pm
Secret Family Tree
From what I can remember when we all gathered together, at Big Mama's house where the elders of the women's, would prepare a Home Town cook out for gathering, for the family. IT was a time that I will never forget. As it was a gathering of the elders and uncles and aunts and sisters and brothers, with their off springs children running around playing children games. While the olders people would play cards or shuffle board games, as the elders would look out and see the families all together in one place. Yet they could be found sitting up under a old oak tree, in the shade of the afternoon...
#childhood
#confusion
#memories
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
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