Poems About Memories Seeking Honest Critique
#memories
Poems about memories seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
oldmanG
Poem Published
27th Sep 2024 1:35pm
27th Sep 2024 1:35pm
Not a formed person(wish to be)
Kids teach us more
Than any PHD
Not a formed person but I
Wish to be
They teach sheer joy and wonder
And how it should be
Being themselves
Not being afraid
Not a formed person but
Wish to be
Until the ugly world
Comes to their door to take their innocence away
It doesn’t knock it
Kicks it in…and the
Innocence can’t return
Innocence and believing
Is the wonder of life
And it lives when we are
A little naive
And we still believe
In our better being ...
Than any PHD
Not a formed person but I
Wish to be
They teach sheer joy and wonder
And how it should be
Being themselves
Not being afraid
Not a formed person but
Wish to be
Until the ugly world
Comes to their door to take their innocence away
It doesn’t knock it
Kicks it in…and the
Innocence can’t return
Innocence and believing
Is the wonder of life
And it lives when we are
A little naive
And we still believe
In our better being ...
#angels
#children
#ghosts #memories
#ghosts #memories
128 reads
2 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
26th Sep 2024 6:32pm
26th Sep 2024 6:32pm
Photographs, a collaborative diptych
These two poems represent a collaboration with a sleeping DU member, who spends his spare time writing on the sole of his slipper with a biro. The first poem is mine, the second is his.
Human Remains
We returned to the house
a time after
and mowed the lawn
and painted where
the paint had started to peel.
And somewhere in the process
we found photographs of how they looked
when they were young
and their home hadn't yet become
a mausoleum.
She wore pink crinoline on special occasions
and he wore moccasins. ...
Human Remains
We returned to the house
a time after
and mowed the lawn
and painted where
the paint had started to peel.
And somewhere in the process
we found photographs of how they looked
when they were young
and their home hadn't yet become
a mausoleum.
She wore pink crinoline on special occasions
and he wore moccasins. ...
#humankind
#LifeCycle
#loneliness #memories
#loneliness #memories
125 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
25th Sep 2024 11:24am
25th Sep 2024 11:24am
Let's Go Back
Take me back to a place I want to go
Where cartoons and candy is all I know
Life was easier and much more grand
Going to the beach, digging in the sand
Met with friends, knocked on their door
Kids today sit around, what the fuck for?
Baseball, biking, swimming all day
Post 2001 life has turned so grey
Government and tech has ruined our lives
Increase pressures, illness and suicide
Optimism flew away years ago
My personal experiences, just so you know
Where cartoons and candy is all I know
Life was easier and much more grand
Going to the beach, digging in the sand
Met with friends, knocked on their door
Kids today sit around, what the fuck for?
Baseball, biking, swimming all day
Post 2001 life has turned so grey
Government and tech has ruined our lives
Increase pressures, illness and suicide
Optimism flew away years ago
My personal experiences, just so you know
#children
#happiness
#memories #nostalgia
#memories #nostalgia
107 reads
9 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2024 10:00am
22nd Sep 2024 10:00am
Zastavas and Rakija
In twilight’s hush, I sit and muse
Of Zastava’s grip, a sturdy fuse
A rifle born from lands of old
Where stories linger, brave and bold
The weight of metal, cold and true
A bond with history, proud and new
In catechumen days, I learned to see
The strength in faith, the sanctity
With rakija poured, its warmth in hand
I tasted life, a foreign strand
A spirit bright, with flavors deep
Awakening memories I wished to keep
In the company of those I’d met
We gathered close, no hint of regret
Each toast a...
Of Zastava’s grip, a sturdy fuse
A rifle born from lands of old
Where stories linger, brave and bold
The weight of metal, cold and true
A bond with history, proud and new
In catechumen days, I learned to see
The strength in faith, the sanctity
With rakija poured, its warmth in hand
I tasted life, a foreign strand
A spirit bright, with flavors deep
Awakening memories I wished to keep
In the company of those I’d met
We gathered close, no hint of regret
Each toast a...
#alcohol
#friendship
#happiness
#memories
#SelfReflection
78 reads
0 Comments
XiaoLong
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2024 5:49am
22nd Sep 2024 5:49am
Art of Brightness
Lust was your forever wrath,
for love fractured your path,
led to many destructions,
yet your dominion is your perfection!”
“never should you fathom,
hedonism is your phantom!”
gagged lust may have been a poison,
yet the nectar of ambrosia is always in the horizon!
Let forgone insecurities be gone,
the cruel years of past is no more,
the beauty of vigor is still yours,
patience will bring you new tours!
your mind has never been taken,
your passion is never to be mistaken,
it’s time to dust off your throne,...
for love fractured your path,
led to many destructions,
yet your dominion is your perfection!”
“never should you fathom,
hedonism is your phantom!”
gagged lust may have been a poison,
yet the nectar of ambrosia is always in the horizon!
Let forgone insecurities be gone,
the cruel years of past is no more,
the beauty of vigor is still yours,
patience will bring you new tours!
your mind has never been taken,
your passion is never to be mistaken,
it’s time to dust off your throne,...
#dark
#hurt
#memories #passion
#memories #passion
112 reads
1 Comment
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
16th Sep 2024 2:47pm
16th Sep 2024 2:47pm
Among Ancestors
In the quiet of rooms of ancestors, she lay naked face down,
a conduit between generations, breathing in the air
captured by walls her grandfather built
before her own mother's birth. Her legs dangled
silky smooth. They gleamed with a doll-like grace.
The boy standing next to the bed remembers the
knitting needles his grandmother once held.
Her body is an hourglass made of porcelain,
a figurine still in silent dance. Her back curves
gracefully, like a sand dune shaped by the wind,
tapering from her broad shoulders made strong...
a conduit between generations, breathing in the air
captured by walls her grandfather built
before her own mother's birth. Her legs dangled
silky smooth. They gleamed with a doll-like grace.
The boy standing next to the bed remembers the
knitting needles his grandmother once held.
Her body is an hourglass made of porcelain,
a figurine still in silent dance. Her back curves
gracefully, like a sand dune shaped by the wind,
tapering from her broad shoulders made strong...
#beauty
#family
#FirstLove #memories
#FirstLove #memories
208 reads
9 Comments
Lowko
Jimi Tatz
Jimi Tatz
Poem Published
13th Sep 2024 11:42am
13th Sep 2024 11:42am
Gino & Poppy
It was the early 2010s, another pissed up night at the boozer.
A young Gino Corona was spending all of his dosh, like a loser!
He had long hair in a bun and a wife-beater to show his guns.
Flossing a big chunky chain on his neck to show his funds.
His wife and his kid at home would wonder where he might be?
Either way she knew, he would be pissed up, somewhere out of his tree.
In the gritty town of Swansea, it was raw, rough, and ready.
They lived in a grotty flat in the moody streets of Sketty.
Poppy Fiasco was...
A young Gino Corona was spending all of his dosh, like a loser!
He had long hair in a bun and a wife-beater to show his guns.
Flossing a big chunky chain on his neck to show his funds.
His wife and his kid at home would wonder where he might be?
Either way she knew, he would be pissed up, somewhere out of his tree.
In the gritty town of Swansea, it was raw, rough, and ready.
They lived in a grotty flat in the moody streets of Sketty.
Poppy Fiasco was...
#family
#fatherhood
#marriage
#memories
#responsibility
144 reads
1 Comment
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
8th Sep 2024 8:36pm
8th Sep 2024 8:36pm
Traveling Through
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 when 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 when my time will expire
#death
#identity
#memories
100 reads
2 Comments
KGERICD
Poem Published
8th Sep 2024 3:33am
8th Sep 2024 3:33am
Sweetest mistake
Adjusting to the environment of greed and pride
I opened my arms to embrace everything as it is
Hoping my dreams would come true and my wings would open wide
Yet ive made alot of things that even i would puke
Ive taken every opportunity you even couldnt fathom
Though these mistakes are horrible as it looks
I would never forget for it is these things that made me
what i am
and these things gave me the foundation of what i am today
for these Sweetest mistakes made a better future of my every tomorrow.
I opened my arms to embrace everything as it is
Hoping my dreams would come true and my wings would open wide
Yet ive made alot of things that even i would puke
Ive taken every opportunity you even couldnt fathom
Though these mistakes are horrible as it looks
I would never forget for it is these things that made me
what i am
and these things gave me the foundation of what i am today
for these Sweetest mistakes made a better future of my every tomorrow.
#acceptance
#memories
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
112 reads
0 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
7th Sep 2024 10:48am
7th Sep 2024 10:48am
Four Walls Surround Me
My house has secrets
Tortured thoughts always remind
I've tried to escape
Tortured thoughts always remind
I've tried to escape
#dark
#memories
#secrets #senryu
#secrets #senryu
171 reads
4 Comments
UbiquitousVoid
Poem Published
5th Sep 2024 9:52am
5th Sep 2024 9:52am
VISIONS OF APOCALYPSE
All is written, all is scried
All is hated that is pried
All is rotten, all is vile
All is hidden 'neath a smile
All is beckoned, all is towed
All is brought to my abode
All is loathing, all is dread
All is leaking from my head
All is murder, all is death
All is mine with every breath
All is burning, all is gore
All is fragments on the floor
All is dusty, all is drenched
All is rocks and weeds and stench
All is vacant, all is void
All is waste of the enjoyed
All is blackened, all is grey
All is one phone call...
All is hated that is pried
All is rotten, all is vile
All is hidden 'neath a smile
All is beckoned, all is towed
All is brought to my abode
All is loathing, all is dread
All is leaking from my head
All is murder, all is death
All is mine with every breath
All is burning, all is gore
All is fragments on the floor
All is dusty, all is drenched
All is rocks and weeds and stench
All is vacant, all is void
All is waste of the enjoyed
All is blackened, all is grey
All is one phone call...
#emptiness
#memories
#MentalHealth
177 reads
2 Comments
Lilliputian
Poem Published
27th Aug 2024 10:54pm
27th Aug 2024 10:54pm
The Haunting Chaos
Devoid of life, standing to their roots
In the deepest part of the amygdala,
The remnants of an empty house.
Its decays echoing with silenced screams,
slammed door, shaking the walls,
a warning they’ll collapse,
along with the shards of glass,
scattered all around into fragments,
thundered voices merge through.
All colliding into one symphony of tumult,
a cacophony holding the fury within,
giving shape to a chaotic storm,
leaving behind this eerie silence.
In the deepest part of the amygdala,
The remnants of an empty house.
Its decays echoing with silenced screams,
slammed door, shaking the walls,
a warning they’ll collapse,
along with the shards of glass,
scattered all around into fragments,
thundered voices merge through.
All colliding into one symphony of tumult,
a cacophony holding the fury within,
giving shape to a chaotic storm,
leaving behind this eerie silence.
#dark
#emptiness
#memories #anger
#memories #anger
131 reads
7 Comments
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