Poems About Memories Seeking Honest Critique
#memories
Poems about memories seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
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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One Time Only
We were all young at one time
Memories return, trapped within the mind
The youth can't relate to these feelings
Decades have passed, never revealing
A time when innocence was accepted
Happiness now is neglected
As we become older, that spark takes time to ignite
Never forget who you are, always shine ever so bright
Don't let your past disappear
Stay young and vibrant, each and every year
Memories return, trapped within the mind
The youth can't relate to these feelings
Decades have passed, never revealing
A time when innocence was accepted
Happiness now is neglected
As we become older, that spark takes time to ignite
Never forget who you are, always shine ever so bright
Don't let your past disappear
Stay young and vibrant, each and every year
#happiness
#loneliness
#memories #teens
#memories #teens
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how awkwardly we learned
a sonnet
“Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around
once in a while, you could miss it.”—Ferris Bueller
(Matthew Broderick) in Ferris Bueller's Day Off
was it not yesterday we played hopscotch,
and scrambled up the sweetwood tree, to watch
the pea doves coif their nests and lay their eggs,
and hide their little ones between their legs?
serenity slept at the river’s edge,
oblivious to random plea and pledge
our childhood passions wove into the dreams
we...
“Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around
once in a while, you could miss it.”—Ferris Bueller
(Matthew Broderick) in Ferris Bueller's Day Off
was it not yesterday we played hopscotch,
and scrambled up the sweetwood tree, to watch
the pea doves coif their nests and lay their eggs,
and hide their little ones between their legs?
serenity slept at the river’s edge,
oblivious to random plea and pledge
our childhood passions wove into the dreams
we...
#aging
#childhood
#learning
#memories
#SelfDiscovery
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SMALL
how small we were
in this big world,
two weeds
in god's plush green garden
and almost broke,
and that goddamned truck
dead in the driveway
needing a battery
needing brakes
needing a new transmission
and frank had that kia he'd sell cheap
another piece of crap
to work on
and how we owed the hospital
more'n we'd ever have
and duct taped everything broken
and perused the markdown for meat
and the goodwill for treasure
or just for clothes that fit
and how good that shit looked on you
and goddamn ...
in this big world,
two weeds
in god's plush green garden
and almost broke,
and that goddamned truck
dead in the driveway
needing a battery
needing brakes
needing a new transmission
and frank had that kia he'd sell cheap
another piece of crap
to work on
and how we owed the hospital
more'n we'd ever have
and duct taped everything broken
and perused the markdown for meat
and the goodwill for treasure
or just for clothes that fit
and how good that shit looked on you
and goddamn ...
#happiness
#love
#memories
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Face eaters
Mirrors devour faces...
are a memory glitch.
Are the absence of a sacred heart
after the procession and flowers
crushed by the feet of those who have faith.
Sacrosanct perdition at the foot of the altar
where nothing can be heard,
where nothing happened!
A dead memory
in underground databases.
Mirrors are elephant cemeteries.
we all march, barefoot,
over the shards of the crystal self...
shattered and unfiltered,
devouring our own faces.
Idiosyncratic nudity of those who remain silent
and let the...
are a memory glitch.
Are the absence of a sacred heart
after the procession and flowers
crushed by the feet of those who have faith.
Sacrosanct perdition at the foot of the altar
where nothing can be heard,
where nothing happened!
A dead memory
in underground databases.
Mirrors are elephant cemeteries.
we all march, barefoot,
over the shards of the crystal self...
shattered and unfiltered,
devouring our own faces.
Idiosyncratic nudity of those who remain silent
and let the...
#death
#lies
#memories
#mirror
#nostalgia
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play it again, sam
like watching old repeats on
the television, they
bring back memories, like when I was younger
I used to buy records,
which I listened to more than once
the television, they
bring back memories, like when I was younger
I used to buy records,
which I listened to more than once
#memories
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All That Remains
Its better to have loved and lost
Then to have never loved at all
Thats bullshit
Nothing more than a feel good line
A weak attempt to soften the blow
Something only people who have lost would say
Could understand the need for
Whats better is the dream
The hope of what might be
The desire behind it all
That is better than losing love
I had love
I had my dream
I know what its like
That knowing is what makes losing it unbearable
I wish I hadn't loved
That I didn't experience my...
Then to have never loved at all
Thats bullshit
Nothing more than a feel good line
A weak attempt to soften the blow
Something only people who have lost would say
Could understand the need for
Whats better is the dream
The hope of what might be
The desire behind it all
That is better than losing love
I had love
I had my dream
I know what its like
That knowing is what makes losing it unbearable
I wish I hadn't loved
That I didn't experience my...
#family
#grief
#love
#memories
#regret
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4 Comments
the child i didn’t get to be
i yearn the child
i didn’t get to be
i yearn being wild
and jumping over waves in the sea
i yearn being soft
and not being handicapped
my confidence was swarfed
til my patience snapped
i never got to be a child
at seven, i needed to be a grown up
now, the adult can’t be exiled
but with my lost childhood i can try and catch up
see me win back my never-ending smile
despite fighting diagnoses and dark days
stuffed animals, photos and memories i compile
and i begin to see my life through a childlike gaze
i didn’t get to be
i yearn being wild
and jumping over waves in the sea
i yearn being soft
and not being handicapped
my confidence was swarfed
til my patience snapped
i never got to be a child
at seven, i needed to be a grown up
now, the adult can’t be exiled
but with my lost childhood i can try and catch up
see me win back my never-ending smile
despite fighting diagnoses and dark days
stuffed animals, photos and memories i compile
and i begin to see my life through a childlike gaze
#aging
#childhood
#memories
#suffering
#teens
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Church Pew
I remember sitting in that church pew
Looking over at you
Single tear falling down your face
Never fully aware of what you were going through
And the pain you had to endure
I’m sure in a different time and place
Circumstances would be different
Don’t you feel like something is missing
From your heart
Because I feel the void in mine
Funny how your pain ran so deep that it became mine.
Now you’re gone and it’s fine
Still even with all these thoughts on my mind
I feel I can find the strength to forgive
But...
Looking over at you
Single tear falling down your face
Never fully aware of what you were going through
And the pain you had to endure
I’m sure in a different time and place
Circumstances would be different
Don’t you feel like something is missing
From your heart
Because I feel the void in mine
Funny how your pain ran so deep that it became mine.
Now you’re gone and it’s fine
Still even with all these thoughts on my mind
I feel I can find the strength to forgive
But...
#memories
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Memories Of You
Old flames never die
Something will ignite the past
Thoughts of you I love
Something will ignite the past
Thoughts of you I love
#haiku
#love
#memories
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I Was Never Here
Maybe you thought you saw me
But I was never here at all
Perhaps all I've ever really been
Is some writing on the wall
An echo of pain bouncing around
Looking for an escape
Trauma and sorrow from deep in the void
Briefly able to take shape
A disembodied voice you might have heard
A whisper that came from the dark
Passing through these halls unseen
While barely leaving a mark
Quickly forgotten and written off
As nothing more than a trick of the mind
Fading away with the passing...
But I was never here at all
Perhaps all I've ever really been
Is some writing on the wall
An echo of pain bouncing around
Looking for an escape
Trauma and sorrow from deep in the void
Briefly able to take shape
A disembodied voice you might have heard
A whisper that came from the dark
Passing through these halls unseen
While barely leaving a mark
Quickly forgotten and written off
As nothing more than a trick of the mind
Fading away with the passing...
#ghosts
#memories
#myself
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I Write, Therefore I Live . . . Again (poem)
Spent three nights this week
Living in 1987
Immersed in both joy and sorrow
Long suppressed
Writing a novel
Of fact made fiction
Relived a critical year
Writing of my former self
Three nights spent towards the end
At my keyboard
Not my bed
Until 8:00 a.m. and 10:00 a.m.
Then two or three hours of sleep
And back to weaving again
A renewed tapestry
From frayed and broken threads
The heart remembers
What the mind would hide
Old wounds thought healed
Begin to bleed again
...
Living in 1987
Immersed in both joy and sorrow
Long suppressed
Writing a novel
Of fact made fiction
Relived a critical year
Writing of my former self
Three nights spent towards the end
At my keyboard
Not my bed
Until 8:00 a.m. and 10:00 a.m.
Then two or three hours of sleep
And back to weaving again
A renewed tapestry
From frayed and broken threads
The heart remembers
What the mind would hide
Old wounds thought healed
Begin to bleed again
...
#historical
#LifeAsAWriter
#memories
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5 Comments
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