Poems About Memories Seeking Honest Critique
#memories
Poems about memories seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
The Things I Miss
I saw you today...
Passed each other by
Like the strangers we've become.
Sobriety is becoming on you,
Even in the undoing of what used to be us.
Words catch in my throat
Of things better left unsaid.
A younger, crueler me
Would run my fingers through your beard
And pull your face closer to mine
For one more dive into hell.
The taste of unrequited love is a liar,
But it is so sweet.
It tastes like gravel road sunsets
At the edge of nowhere
Two dumbass kids
Meeting up to steal pieces of heaven
In the...
Passed each other by
Like the strangers we've become.
Sobriety is becoming on you,
Even in the undoing of what used to be us.
Words catch in my throat
Of things better left unsaid.
A younger, crueler me
Would run my fingers through your beard
And pull your face closer to mine
For one more dive into hell.
The taste of unrequited love is a liar,
But it is so sweet.
It tastes like gravel road sunsets
At the edge of nowhere
Two dumbass kids
Meeting up to steal pieces of heaven
In the...
#boyfriend
#gratitude
#love
#lover
#memories
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BEACHED GRAY WHALE AT DUSK (sometime around 1984-1985; while walking along the beach in Cardiff By the Sea, California)
a great spirit s vessel
lies broken before me here
breached breathless
beached lifeless
still present in form
but whose presence
of spirit and being s life essence
in abscence here now
is completely gone
i can only find and take
some relative comfort and solace
to help alleviate
to help lighten
my heavy grief
by my simultaneously imagining
in this dark weighty moment
it s sweet gentle beautiful soul
perhaps breaching anew
even here now
free...
lies broken before me here
breached breathless
beached lifeless
still present in form
but whose presence
of spirit and being s life essence
in abscence here now
is completely gone
i can only find and take
some relative comfort and solace
to help alleviate
to help lighten
my heavy grief
by my simultaneously imagining
in this dark weighty moment
it s sweet gentle beautiful soul
perhaps breaching anew
even here now
free...
#emotional
#grief
#LifeChangingMoment
#memories
#nature
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Dear Little Sister
I've seen you laugh...
I've seen you cry...
You know for you....
I'd truly die............
Fear not, for villians and fiens...
You know I'd bring them, to their knees...
I've seen you cry...
You know for you....
I'd truly die............
Fear not, for villians and fiens...
You know I'd bring them, to their knees...
#memories
#responsibility
#sister
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Venus Fly Trap
I’ve never been a dreamer
With a venus fly trap of a mind
Disintegrating memories
Occasionally nourishing
Sporadically singeing
Rotting remnants
Dark and lost in time
I’ve never been a dreamer
In the day I wait for prey
Of another lived experience
To digest and fade away
With a venus fly trap of a mind
Disintegrating memories
Occasionally nourishing
Sporadically singeing
Rotting remnants
Dark and lost in time
I’ve never been a dreamer
In the day I wait for prey
Of another lived experience
To digest and fade away
#memories
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Blood Sun
Blood red sun rising in the east,
Filtered through the particles,
Of moisture and smoke,
Reminding me of broken promises.
The energy and warmth ,
Feeding my soul as though I’ve starved,
Retreating back to what I’ve known,
Only leaving me emotionally charged.
Blood red sun rising higher,
My dreams and wishes fail to find me,
Oh sun can you bring me back?
Is there some way to find peace?
Rain drenching my face and body,
Illustrating those nights that I wept,
Questions and wondering will never...
Filtered through the particles,
Of moisture and smoke,
Reminding me of broken promises.
The energy and warmth ,
Feeding my soul as though I’ve starved,
Retreating back to what I’ve known,
Only leaving me emotionally charged.
Blood red sun rising higher,
My dreams and wishes fail to find me,
Oh sun can you bring me back?
Is there some way to find peace?
Rain drenching my face and body,
Illustrating those nights that I wept,
Questions and wondering will never...
#memories
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15 YEARS
I still recall
The frightened teens
On Halloween
Down the drive
And walks on moonlit nights
With the blanketing glow
Of November snow
A time that mystery still was profound
And the woods crept into my soul
In their bone-chilling embrace
I was whole
I still recall
That blasted heath
To where we'd often play
I must admit those times are dear
Despite what became of us
There is no shame in distance
For sake of one's health
Choosing not to play the game
I wish them well but never will ...
The frightened teens
On Halloween
Down the drive
And walks on moonlit nights
With the blanketing glow
Of November snow
A time that mystery still was profound
And the woods crept into my soul
In their bone-chilling embrace
I was whole
I still recall
That blasted heath
To where we'd often play
I must admit those times are dear
Despite what became of us
There is no shame in distance
For sake of one's health
Choosing not to play the game
I wish them well but never will ...
#memories
#SelfReflection
#TimeHeals
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TONIC
I feel them in the breeze
Blasting through my hair
I hear them in the trees
Whistling as I stare
As a thunder cracks
Behind my back
Always my flame ascends
To light the darkest eyrie
Always the river bends
My tonic of rosemary
I taste them in my mouth
Wicked words exchanged
I smell them when I'm out
Only thing unchanged
As a lightning peeks
Beyond the peak
Always my shoulders ache
An anchor that I carry
Always my dreams behave
Like tonics of rosemary
Blasting through my hair
I hear them in the trees
Whistling as I stare
As a thunder cracks
Behind my back
Always my flame ascends
To light the darkest eyrie
Always the river bends
My tonic of rosemary
I taste them in my mouth
Wicked words exchanged
I smell them when I'm out
Only thing unchanged
As a lightning peeks
Beyond the peak
Always my shoulders ache
An anchor that I carry
Always my dreams behave
Like tonics of rosemary
#dreams
#meditation
#memories #regret
#memories #regret
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I Wonder
if a flicker of me
drifts by in your mind
as constant as yours echoes in mine
if my name is a whisper
a memory held tight
the way yours is to me
drifts by in your mind
as constant as yours echoes in mine
if my name is a whisper
a memory held tight
the way yours is to me
#confusion
#memories
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Like To Say
I’ve seen you now a many a time.
Sitting on the park bench.
With scarf wrapped tight around you.
Just trying to feed the birds.
You come here often with a dime.
To pay for seed by cent.
And that’s just where I found you.
Just a laying in the dirt.
I tried to call a help for you.
You cried me not to go.
For you had a story to tell.
So somebody would know.
When lass you stepped up to the line.
And donned a uniform.
You marched against the greatest crime.
Long before I was born.
At first I...
Sitting on the park bench.
With scarf wrapped tight around you.
Just trying to feed the birds.
You come here often with a dime.
To pay for seed by cent.
And that’s just where I found you.
Just a laying in the dirt.
I tried to call a help for you.
You cried me not to go.
For you had a story to tell.
So somebody would know.
When lass you stepped up to the line.
And donned a uniform.
You marched against the greatest crime.
Long before I was born.
At first I...
#family
#FirstLove
#love
#lyrics
#memories
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Rust
coffee always hits my nose
a moment before my mouth;
dark and warm, the elixir calls
and there are times when
I can almost taste the memories;
my mother’s stoneware cup
always mixed a bit too sweet,
even for the sweetest of my teeth;
the smell of Folger’s coffee,
a bright and earthy contrast
to the thick, floral notes
of her drugstore perfume;
they are indelibly scribed
upon my patchwork manifest;
I’d have it no other way
a moment before my mouth;
dark and warm, the elixir calls
and there are times when
I can almost taste the memories;
my mother’s stoneware cup
always mixed a bit too sweet,
even for the sweetest of my teeth;
the smell of Folger’s coffee,
a bright and earthy contrast
to the thick, floral notes
of her drugstore perfume;
they are indelibly scribed
upon my patchwork manifest;
I’d have it no other way
#memories
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Buckets of Red and Blue
Nestled between a beveled
Glass cake display
And a vase of
Seasonal flowers
Here lies my purple baby
An urn of dust
Temporary ashes
Of what’s left
You’re laying
A top a wearied
Rattan of decorative doors
In a house
Without your memories
My baby love,
Eyes greenish yellowy blue
The red of your blood
I’ve guessed
Mixed with the auburny of your hair
That’s what I didn’t see
Is what I’ll hate
The most
About you
Makes me think and feel...
Glass cake display
And a vase of
Seasonal flowers
Here lies my purple baby
An urn of dust
Temporary ashes
Of what’s left
You’re laying
A top a wearied
Rattan of decorative doors
In a house
Without your memories
My baby love,
Eyes greenish yellowy blue
The red of your blood
I’ve guessed
Mixed with the auburny of your hair
That’s what I didn’t see
Is what I’ll hate
The most
About you
Makes me think and feel...
#childhood
#family
#memories
#mother
#motherhood
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So Baby Let's Go
My girl is coming around,
I'm gonna meet her downtown
I think I'll find some action,
and get some satisfaction
So baby let's go,
you & I to dinner & a show
So baby let's go,
where the buildings are real tall, ya know
Remember that place on Main Street
We shared a malt that was real sweet
The dance hall was really ringing
Everyone was happy & screaming
So baby let's go,
you & I to dinner & a show
So baby let's go,
where the buildings are real tall, ya know
...
I'm gonna meet her downtown
I think I'll find some action,
and get some satisfaction
So baby let's go,
you & I to dinner & a show
So baby let's go,
where the buildings are real tall, ya know
Remember that place on Main Street
We shared a malt that was real sweet
The dance hall was really ringing
Everyone was happy & screaming
So baby let's go,
you & I to dinner & a show
So baby let's go,
where the buildings are real tall, ya know
...
#girlfriend
#happiness
#love
#memories
#relationships
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DU Poetry : Poems About Memories Seeking Honest Critique