Poems About Memories Seeking Honest Critique
#memories
Poems about memories seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Just-Rob
Poem Published
27th Jun 2024 6:09pm
27th Jun 2024 6:09pm
It Isn't Me
I want to disappear to some faraway place
Just get up and go and not leave a trace
No forwarding address for me to be found
Break free from the ties and be no longer bound
Alone as ive always been, nobody should care
If they do come looking I wouldn't be there
Off in the unknown Id be happy and free
Nowhere at all is where I want to be
A hint of a memory lost in the years
A piece of nostalgia hidden in tears
A faint thought of missing in somebodys mind
A feeling of loss that can't be defined
...
Just get up and go and not leave a trace
No forwarding address for me to be found
Break free from the ties and be no longer bound
Alone as ive always been, nobody should care
If they do come looking I wouldn't be there
Off in the unknown Id be happy and free
Nowhere at all is where I want to be
A hint of a memory lost in the years
A piece of nostalgia hidden in tears
A faint thought of missing in somebodys mind
A feeling of loss that can't be defined
...
#escape
#freedom
#memories
297 reads
6 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
27th Jun 2024 1:53am
27th Jun 2024 1:53am
just desserts
I want a past that won't
put a boot to the back of
my neck
I want a future that taste
like candy
I want a slate wiped clean
before it was ever written
on
I want to drink with kings
that are fools and fools
that are kings
I want to find a place where
the sun is blind
I want to find torture where
the love never ceases
I want to make life up as
I go along
I want a story with a bad,
bad ending
I want the truth even though
it's going to hurt
...
put a boot to the back of
my neck
I want a future that taste
like candy
I want a slate wiped clean
before it was ever written
on
I want to drink with kings
that are fools and fools
that are kings
I want to find a place where
the sun is blind
I want to find torture where
the love never ceases
I want to make life up as
I go along
I want a story with a bad,
bad ending
I want the truth even though
it's going to hurt
...
#memories
173 reads
14 Comments
goflow_BuddyReaux
Buddy Reaux
Buddy Reaux
Poem Published
25th Jun 2024 2:00am
25th Jun 2024 2:00am
Lemon Lame
#brother
#childhood
#memories #separation
#memories #separation
150 reads
4 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
24th Jun 2024 11:22pm
24th Jun 2024 11:22pm
the poets I adore
across the razor’s edge of love
and hate and bitterness and fear
the poets I adore have crawled as worms
slit open by each slow movement
the multicoloured guts piled
and steaming in the sun
the picket fence turned to minotaur’s teeth
a human dream spoiled but grimly beautiful
this is the dream song I confect
falling back to when I was a teenager
and reading confessional poetry in bed
at my grandmother’s house
trying to form myself somehow
to push through my own worthlessness
and hate and bitterness and fear
the poets I adore have crawled as worms
slit open by each slow movement
the multicoloured guts piled
and steaming in the sun
the picket fence turned to minotaur’s teeth
a human dream spoiled but grimly beautiful
this is the dream song I confect
falling back to when I was a teenager
and reading confessional poetry in bed
at my grandmother’s house
trying to form myself somehow
to push through my own worthlessness
#art
#love
#memories #WritingPoetry
#memories #WritingPoetry
230 reads
5 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2024 3:49pm
23rd Jun 2024 3:49pm
I long for winter
Nights grow longer and the cold stronger as the world gallops towards icy times.
Sun grows weaker.
Days grow bleaker.
Era of warmth becomes a frigid clime.
Hold close to your heart memories of a living land.
Hold close to your soul the hope of warmer days.
The air grows colder and the year older as death-fearing creatures prepare themselves.
Colors grow lighter.
Leaves grow brighter as their smell beckons Winter closer.
Skies grow bluer.
Birds grow fewer.
A halting world nearly freezes in time.
Then wolf...
Sun grows weaker.
Days grow bleaker.
Era of warmth becomes a frigid clime.
Hold close to your heart memories of a living land.
Hold close to your soul the hope of warmer days.
The air grows colder and the year older as death-fearing creatures prepare themselves.
Colors grow lighter.
Leaves grow brighter as their smell beckons Winter closer.
Skies grow bluer.
Birds grow fewer.
A halting world nearly freezes in time.
Then wolf...
#memories
#nature
#winter
180 reads
8 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2024 6:26am
23rd Jun 2024 6:26am
Funeral for a Friend
It’s the little things
The recollections
Those memories of times we all shared
They seem so long ago…
Our group lost another friend
And the smiles and laughs captured in those photographs
Show how wonderful and amazing she was
All I hope is that in remembrance of her
For all the times we shared though they are long gone
Are at the core of heart and memory
For the rest of our lives…
Rest in peace old friend
The recollections
Those memories of times we all shared
They seem so long ago…
Our group lost another friend
And the smiles and laughs captured in those photographs
Show how wonderful and amazing she was
All I hope is that in remembrance of her
For all the times we shared though they are long gone
Are at the core of heart and memory
For the rest of our lives…
Rest in peace old friend
#death
#friendship
#memories
263 reads
6 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
20th Jun 2024 1:20pm
20th Jun 2024 1:20pm
Religious Maniacs
Little Harry Sack was barely 5 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 till...
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 till...
#family
#memories
#prison
#religion
#violence
164 reads
12 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
20th Jun 2024 3:17am
20th Jun 2024 3:17am
MORE HYPNOGOGIC AFTER THOUGHTS (2:00am, 12-10-1993, Galveston Island, Texas)
two a m
and i still can t retreat
from a head full of
restless thoughts
with my restless ears
still passively listening
to the sound of surf s
not too far off
breath like back and forth
in and out rushing
upon this late night gulf s
continuous salty breeze
steadily sweeping over
these dark seedy
nocturnal neighborhood streets
stealthily rivering over
every sleeping household and yard
across...
and i still can t retreat
from a head full of
restless thoughts
with my restless ears
still passively listening
to the sound of surf s
not too far off
breath like back and forth
in and out rushing
upon this late night gulf s
continuous salty breeze
steadily sweeping over
these dark seedy
nocturnal neighborhood streets
stealthily rivering over
every sleeping household and yard
across...
#memories
#myself
#SelfReflection
#StreamOfConsciousness
#WritingPoetry
208 reads
0 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
17th Jun 2024 10:48am
17th Jun 2024 10:48am
Early Morning Memories
The sun is rising in the sky
A new day awakens my eyes
Nothing but optimism and hope
I rinse my mouth out with Scope
The birds all sing my tune
Watching Saturday morning cartoons
ET Cereal with my favorite spoon
It's going to be an awesome day
All my friends begin to arrive
Strangely some of them have died
Doesn't matter were all together
Faces I haven't seen in forever
We talk reminisce about life
Many of them had pain and strife
Didn't know this after we split apart
Didn't keep in touch, aches...
A new day awakens my eyes
Nothing but optimism and hope
I rinse my mouth out with Scope
The birds all sing my tune
Watching Saturday morning cartoons
ET Cereal with my favorite spoon
It's going to be an awesome day
All my friends begin to arrive
Strangely some of them have died
Doesn't matter were all together
Faces I haven't seen in forever
We talk reminisce about life
Many of them had pain and strife
Didn't know this after we split apart
Didn't keep in touch, aches...
#friendship
#memories
#nostalgia
#sadness
#uplifting
220 reads
8 Comments
EveAteRedApples
Poem Published
16th Jun 2024 3:16am
16th Jun 2024 3:16am
I'd build a time machine to erase you
Haven't seen you in a while
not since our last slip
my last slip
that left us tangled
in more than bedsheets
In the afterglow
you tell me you
wouldn't change a thing
I don't tell you
I would change everything
I don't tell you
how if I could go back
to our beginning
I would walk right by
your drunken philosophical musings
at that stupid party
where a group of us
stood around with rapt attention
all too stoned to realise
nothing you said made any sense
It's amazing...
not since our last slip
my last slip
that left us tangled
in more than bedsheets
In the afterglow
you tell me you
wouldn't change a thing
I don't tell you
I would change everything
I don't tell you
how if I could go back
to our beginning
I would walk right by
your drunken philosophical musings
at that stupid party
where a group of us
stood around with rapt attention
all too stoned to realise
nothing you said made any sense
It's amazing...
#memories
#UnrequitedLove
283 reads
6 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
14th Jun 2024 1:30pm
14th Jun 2024 1:30pm
Father's memory
On Sundays the father climbs
one side of the roof
trying to find somewhere
where there are no eyes.
Nothing else to do but
undress, lie back
and open his arms wide.
His feet are crossed and made into an X.
A target for the sun to focus
all the energies on him.
The seat of the soul, the damp hair,
breathing, it's the father who calls
all the light he can bring to himself,
in his heroic exhaustion,
a warrior.
If we follow him, still as the light,
genuflecting to his side. ...
one side of the roof
trying to find somewhere
where there are no eyes.
Nothing else to do but
undress, lie back
and open his arms wide.
His feet are crossed and made into an X.
A target for the sun to focus
all the energies on him.
The seat of the soul, the damp hair,
breathing, it's the father who calls
all the light he can bring to himself,
in his heroic exhaustion,
a warrior.
If we follow him, still as the light,
genuflecting to his side. ...
#death
#grief
#heartbroken
#memories
#nostalgia
179 reads
3 Comments
EveAteRedApples
Poem Published
12th Jun 2024 10:13am
12th Jun 2024 10:13am
opening old wounds
I took a trip down memory lane
sucker punched myself
with our past
Every single emotion
I buried
rising like bile
in my throat
how could I have forgotten
what we put ourselves through
in the push and pull
of young desperate love
I still remember
the way your cruelty tastes
and how my desperation
made it easier
to twist the knife
Though I wasn't blameless
in our demise
I still remember
the rhythm of my heartbeat
when you'd message me
out of nowhere ...
sucker punched myself
with our past
Every single emotion
I buried
rising like bile
in my throat
how could I have forgotten
what we put ourselves through
in the push and pull
of young desperate love
I still remember
the way your cruelty tastes
and how my desperation
made it easier
to twist the knife
Though I wasn't blameless
in our demise
I still remember
the rhythm of my heartbeat
when you'd message me
out of nowhere ...
#heartbroken
#memories
193 reads
2 Comments
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