Poems About Memories Seeking Honest Critique
#memories
Poems about memories seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
wallyroo92
Poem Published
5th Mar 2023 8:28am
5th Mar 2023 8:28am
93
She glows
She glows with this kind of light and radiance
Like wisdom of the ages
Of elder and sages that emanate love and patience
It’s truly a sight to see
But at this milestone
The now and distant past sometimes seem to get crossed
When lucidity flickers off for a moment
As if a faraway memory came back unexpectedly
Our hearts stop for a second
And it comes right back
We bask in this love
In recollections of simpler times
Of harder decades
Of youth
Of war
Of struggles that brings a family closer...
She glows with this kind of light and radiance
Like wisdom of the ages
Of elder and sages that emanate love and patience
It’s truly a sight to see
But at this milestone
The now and distant past sometimes seem to get crossed
When lucidity flickers off for a moment
As if a faraway memory came back unexpectedly
Our hearts stop for a second
And it comes right back
We bask in this love
In recollections of simpler times
Of harder decades
Of youth
Of war
Of struggles that brings a family closer...
#parent
#family
#memories
80 reads
9 Comments
KittyFromHell
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2023 5:13am
2nd Mar 2023 5:13am
Fire
The memory of you
Is like poking at fire with a stick.
The warmth seeps through me
Like whiskey humming through my soul.
The embers dance in my eyes
Like the spark you left behind,
But it's dying.
I remember when I said
I'd walk through hell
Just to hold your hand,
But now this heart of mine
Flickers like a lonely coal
At the bottom of the pile
Growing cold.
Is like poking at fire with a stick.
The warmth seeps through me
Like whiskey humming through my soul.
The embers dance in my eyes
Like the spark you left behind,
But it's dying.
I remember when I said
I'd walk through hell
Just to hold your hand,
But now this heart of mine
Flickers like a lonely coal
At the bottom of the pile
Growing cold.
#love
#fire
#lover
#memories
#MovingOn
83 reads
3 Comments
mel44
Poem Published
1st Mar 2023 1:55pm
1st Mar 2023 1:55pm
Unwarranted Judgement
In your disaffection, I’ve been alone
tormented, shamed, it is me you deject
the wickedness of your tongue, all I’ve known
shunned, an outcast from the pain you deflect
Oblivious you were to secrets kept
you saw a delinquent, misfit at best
a reality, you would not accept
an innocence you had, I was not blessed
Blinded, guided by the youth you perceive
our mismatched histories cannot compare
unable to see the reasons I grieve
you could never have known, you were not there
Disgraceful in your ignorance of...
tormented, shamed, it is me you deject
the wickedness of your tongue, all I’ve known
shunned, an outcast from the pain you deflect
Oblivious you were to secrets kept
you saw a delinquent, misfit at best
a reality, you would not accept
an innocence you had, I was not blessed
Blinded, guided by the youth you perceive
our mismatched histories cannot compare
unable to see the reasons I grieve
you could never have known, you were not there
Disgraceful in your ignorance of...
#grief
#forgiveness
#memories
87 reads
14 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
28th Feb 2023 7:42pm
28th Feb 2023 7:42pm
Wicca!
My babuska was a witch
and she always said that
naughty boys became rabbits.
Which would dig tunnels to hell
and hide the chocolate eggs
during Easter at the orders of the devil.
My babuska was very badly behaved
and she wrapped chocolates in gold paper
that boys looked for in the circles of hell.
My babuska was very rich in stories
and punishments and curses to frighten.
In addition, she made delicious cookies.
Shaped like rabbits, shaped like boys
shaped like brooms... covered in chocolate.
My...
and she always said that
naughty boys became rabbits.
Which would dig tunnels to hell
and hide the chocolate eggs
during Easter at the orders of the devil.
My babuska was very badly behaved
and she wrapped chocolates in gold paper
that boys looked for in the circles of hell.
My babuska was very rich in stories
and punishments and curses to frighten.
In addition, she made delicious cookies.
Shaped like rabbits, shaped like boys
shaped like brooms... covered in chocolate.
My...
#childhood
#Easter
#memories
#myself
#witches
69 reads
11 Comments
Livy
Poem Published
27th Feb 2023 7:26pm
27th Feb 2023 7:26pm
Beauty of small things
My pockets are filled with memories
They are held in strange buttons and twine
They beauty of the small things resonate through me
Whether or not you view them as I do, they are mine
They are held in strange buttons and twine
They beauty of the small things resonate through me
Whether or not you view them as I do, they are mine
#memories
#TimeHeals
49 reads
2 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
25th Feb 2023 00:15am
25th Feb 2023 00:15am
years ago in winchester
we had a wonderful time in
winchester, and I wondered if we should go back, not that one can, of course, but why not, she says, it’s still there ..
winchester, and I wondered if we should go back, not that one can, of course, but why not, she says, it’s still there ..
#memories
43 reads
3 Comments
dull_boy
Poem Published
24th Feb 2023 9:51pm
24th Feb 2023 9:51pm
fun times at talladega
we went to a nascar race
when i was a young boy.
it was loud and i got dirt in my eyes.
my uncle went with us.
he got too drunk and became a problem.
my dad bodyslammed him to the ground and choked him.
people looked the other way.
we left in a rented minivan
listening to 5150 by van halen.
my dad and uncle agreed to settle it like men
when my uncle sobered up.
when i was a young boy.
it was loud and i got dirt in my eyes.
my uncle went with us.
he got too drunk and became a problem.
my dad bodyslammed him to the ground and choked him.
people looked the other way.
we left in a rented minivan
listening to 5150 by van halen.
my dad and uncle agreed to settle it like men
when my uncle sobered up.
#memories
32 reads
0 Comments
luddep
Poem Published
24th Feb 2023 00:55am
24th Feb 2023 00:55am
Grandma
Fly
You who lies but tries to stand
You poor bastard
You smoke for looks
Fly
With crooked legs
Soulfighters bite rocks
And gather memories in their pockets
You sang your songs with closed eyes
You never washed away the sun
And you scared me
When you held your breath
You were a summer tale
You were aged fingers on an accordion
You were jewelry of aged steel
And you drank too much
You who lies but tries to stand
You poor bastard
You smoke for looks
Fly
With crooked legs
Soulfighters bite rocks
And gather memories in their pockets
You sang your songs with closed eyes
You never washed away the sun
And you scared me
When you held your breath
You were a summer tale
You were aged fingers on an accordion
You were jewelry of aged steel
And you drank too much
#alcohol
#memories
#addiction
104 reads
6 Comments
dull_boy
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2023 1:52am
23rd Feb 2023 1:52am
a sad little flower
sometimes i feel like a dying flower in a cracked clay pot
in a terribly lonely room with shadows in all the corners
and pale, chipped walls covered by cheap green paint.
echoes rape the air in a space this empty.
busted, greedy window blinds steal and diminish the blistering yellow sunshine
and the moonlight doesn’t stand a chance, not in this room.
there is never enough light inside to snuff the shadows
and it’s not enough to keep my petals from falling off, not enough to keep me going.
i’m a sad little flower
hidden away in a safe place...
in a terribly lonely room with shadows in all the corners
and pale, chipped walls covered by cheap green paint.
echoes rape the air in a space this empty.
busted, greedy window blinds steal and diminish the blistering yellow sunshine
and the moonlight doesn’t stand a chance, not in this room.
there is never enough light inside to snuff the shadows
and it’s not enough to keep my petals from falling off, not enough to keep me going.
i’m a sad little flower
hidden away in a safe place...
#loneliness
#LifeStruggles
#TruthOfLife #memories
#TruthOfLife #memories
92 reads
1 Comment
FriendlyFlame
Poem Published
19th Feb 2023 5:40am
19th Feb 2023 5:40am
"Get It Out!"
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Lights flicker…
Jingle Jang of the keys,
About every fifteen.
Chaos and comatose;
No sleep for lord who knows,
Stuck in a pendulum swing.
Jingle jang,
Go the keys.
Stuck in a loop;
Visions from unwanted ketamine,
At only Eighteen,
Drizzled into my leg,
Needled in circlets of slicing flesh,
Calm, Chained and Detained as I was…
I wondered, why the man in uniform and health chose to drug me so severely. ...
Lights flicker…
Jingle Jang of the keys,
About every fifteen.
Chaos and comatose;
No sleep for lord who knows,
Stuck in a pendulum swing.
Jingle jang,
Go the keys.
Stuck in a loop;
Visions from unwanted ketamine,
At only Eighteen,
Drizzled into my leg,
Needled in circlets of slicing flesh,
Calm, Chained and Detained as I was…
I wondered, why the man in uniform and health chose to drug me so severely. ...
#Christian
#homelessness
#memories
#art
#SelfDiscovery
85 reads
1 Comment
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
18th Feb 2023 11:31pm
18th Feb 2023 11:31pm
Senryu: Stung
Played incessantly
andante to allegro
"The Entertainer"
andante to allegro
"The Entertainer"
#happiness
#music
#memories #frustration
#memories #frustration
53 reads
3 Comments
KittyFromHell
Poem Published
15th Feb 2023 6:02am
15th Feb 2023 6:02am
Petty
Lately,
I have been wanting to find you
And throw something at your head
Because I can't stop seeing you
In my dreams.
What is it about you
That still haunts me
Even after almost a year
Of silence between us?
I have been wanting to find you
And throw something at your head
Because I can't stop seeing you
In my dreams.
What is it about you
That still haunts me
Even after almost a year
Of silence between us?
#love
#boyfriend
#dreams
#lover
#memories
105 reads
1 Comment
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