Poems About Memories Seeking Honest Critique
#memories
Poems about memories seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
17th May 2024 11:01am
17th May 2024 11:01am
Circle of Life
He would show his kid a video of him and the kid's mother fucking on the night the kid was conceived
He would then show him a video of the child's mother giving birth to him
Years later, the kid will show his kid a video of himself shooting his father in the head with a pistol
He would then show him a video of the child's mother giving birth to him
Years later, the kid will show his kid a video of himself shooting his father in the head with a pistol
#birth
#children
#father
#memories
#sex
199 reads
10 Comments
faithmairee
Poem Published
13th May 2024 9:20am
13th May 2024 9:20am
Bliss
Will there be another time
When I'll feel your lips
Thrill me with another kiss
And take me to a place
Where you are mine
And we can make love
All of the time
I miss your kisses
And that divine feeling
I've felt when in your arms
A kind of happiness
Akin to bliss
When I'll feel your lips
Thrill me with another kiss
And take me to a place
Where you are mine
And we can make love
All of the time
I miss your kisses
And that divine feeling
I've felt when in your arms
A kind of happiness
Akin to bliss
#grief
#memories
#passion
252 reads
12 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
10th May 2024 9:12pm
10th May 2024 9:12pm
Bugs Bite, So Bite Them Back
Flies annoy and Bzz Bzz Bzz around,
as long as there's garbage they'll always be found
One year as a kid I killed two flies
Placed them in my brother's burger,
devoured, with some shoe string fries
I recall a kid who lived a few blocks away
The family was dirt-poor,
his home needed to be sprayed
Every time I saw him he was insanely scratching his head
His hair was greasy and wild,
fingertips looked bloody red
I later found out that he was carrying lice
Filthy family they were,
house was inundated with mice ...
as long as there's garbage they'll always be found
One year as a kid I killed two flies
Placed them in my brother's burger,
devoured, with some shoe string fries
I recall a kid who lived a few blocks away
The family was dirt-poor,
his home needed to be sprayed
Every time I saw him he was insanely scratching his head
His hair was greasy and wild,
fingertips looked bloody red
I later found out that he was carrying lice
Filthy family they were,
house was inundated with mice ...
#funny
#memories
172 reads
10 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
10th May 2024 00:53am
10th May 2024 00:53am
Warning Labels
Remember back in the late 1980's, early 1990's when every rap artist & metal band were getting a warning label on their album?
The PMRC (Parents Music Resource Center) led by Tipper Gore was a force to be reckoned with at that time
They literally tried to censor art with placing a Parental Advisory Sticker on anything they deemed offensive
Those jackasses thought everything from John Denver to Twisted Sister was immoral.
Guess what happened?
It backfired right in their face!
Kids were curious and began purchasing all the so called naughty and raunchy albums...
The PMRC (Parents Music Resource Center) led by Tipper Gore was a force to be reckoned with at that time
They literally tried to censor art with placing a Parental Advisory Sticker on anything they deemed offensive
Those jackasses thought everything from John Denver to Twisted Sister was immoral.
Guess what happened?
It backfired right in their face!
Kids were curious and began purchasing all the so called naughty and raunchy albums...
#alcohol
#learning
#memories
#music
#support
175 reads
9 Comments
Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
8th May 2024 11:03am
8th May 2024 11:03am
Haunted Circus
As a child,you loved the circus.
All performances,costumes on performers.
As they swing across the tent.
And the clowns entertained and defend.
You had a ticket,you bought online.
And you went into the circus just in time.
You sat down and enjoyed the show.
And your happiness,peace flow.
The performers seemed surreal.
And for some reason,it didn't feel real.
Suddenly,their skin became teal.
By now,everyone had left.
And the circus had a ghostly feel.
Familiar entities from your childhood.
The moments...
All performances,costumes on performers.
As they swing across the tent.
And the clowns entertained and defend.
You had a ticket,you bought online.
And you went into the circus just in time.
You sat down and enjoyed the show.
And your happiness,peace flow.
The performers seemed surreal.
And for some reason,it didn't feel real.
Suddenly,their skin became teal.
By now,everyone had left.
And the circus had a ghostly feel.
Familiar entities from your childhood.
The moments...
#childhood
#memories
#sleep
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0 Comments
The_Darkness_Insid
Poem Published
4th May 2024 2:52pm
4th May 2024 2:52pm
Storms
The thunder rumbling in the distance
Makes me feel at ease
The wind is picking up
The trees are swaying in the breeze
A storm is like a long lost friend
Makes me feel less alone
The chaos and the violent nature
Are all I've ever known
The rain falling from the sky
Reminds me of the tears
That were such a part of daily life
Throughout my younger years
The thunder is the sound of dad
Looking for a fight
A warning sign that let me know
Best stay out of sight
The sudden flash of a lightning...
Makes me feel at ease
The wind is picking up
The trees are swaying in the breeze
A storm is like a long lost friend
Makes me feel less alone
The chaos and the violent nature
Are all I've ever known
The rain falling from the sky
Reminds me of the tears
That were such a part of daily life
Throughout my younger years
The thunder is the sound of dad
Looking for a fight
A warning sign that let me know
Best stay out of sight
The sudden flash of a lightning...
#childhood
#home
#memories
282 reads
27 Comments
QuinnARichardson
Poem Published
3rd May 2024 4:47am
3rd May 2024 4:47am
An Old Song
The day was long
So many unanswered prayers
She sat on her bed and sighed
As her mind remembered an old song
Each day seemed worst than the last
Of faith, beliefs, and trying to forget the cares.
She began to sing
Her heart started to beat
So many thoughts and so many tears
That old song and the story
Of the past, the present, God, the years!
Him and her, she and him
The love, the home and the worry.
Singing that old song.
So many unanswered prayers
She sat on her bed and sighed
As her mind remembered an old song
Each day seemed worst than the last
Of faith, beliefs, and trying to forget the cares.
She began to sing
Her heart started to beat
So many thoughts and so many tears
That old song and the story
Of the past, the present, God, the years!
Him and her, she and him
The love, the home and the worry.
Singing that old song.
#dreams
#healing
#lyrics #memories
#lyrics #memories
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
1st May 2024 11:04am
1st May 2024 11:04am
Life forever erased
I can't see my lucid dreams
Blindfolded
Thoughts abandoned in empty frames
Climbing stairs to chaos
I fall before I awake
Visually dying
Life forever erased
Blindfolded
Thoughts abandoned in empty frames
Climbing stairs to chaos
I fall before I awake
Visually dying
Life forever erased
#dark
#despair
#dreams
#memories
#regret
242 reads
8 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
30th Apr 2024 10:27pm
30th Apr 2024 10:27pm
Insomniac
let me be quiet
chewing my silence
ruminating on your absence
your essence on my skin
your existence on my body
your reference about my fear
let me be quiet
in a corner of the room
in the aquarium sand
your breath in my ears
your presence in my eyes
your carelessness in your hair
let me be alone
let me be unique
let me be basic
your shiver and trembling
your trembling and chill
your chill and shiver
let me leave you...
chewing my silence
ruminating on your absence
your essence on my skin
your existence on my body
your reference about my fear
let me be quiet
in a corner of the room
in the aquarium sand
your breath in my ears
your presence in my eyes
your carelessness in your hair
let me be alone
let me be unique
let me be basic
your shiver and trembling
your trembling and chill
your chill and shiver
let me leave you...
#freedom
#insomnia
#memories
161 reads
6 Comments
Josiah
Poem Published
30th Apr 2024 9:11pm
30th Apr 2024 9:11pm
Crushing Rituals
Intentionally isolated
Alone to my thoughts
Microdosing on you
Enough to remember
How the air lightens
Among your presence
From shadow's depths
Behind iron barricades
I recreate your essence
With a time portal ritual,
Tainted history, hostage
Drawing deep from past
My 'you' raises from ash
Decrepit in my conceit
While barely your image
It suffices my fantasy
Falling for my reflection
In your eyes, so hollow
I rip my heart in pieces
To perpetuate this love
Of you loving myself
Alone to my thoughts
Microdosing on you
Enough to remember
How the air lightens
Among your presence
From shadow's depths
Behind iron barricades
I recreate your essence
With a time portal ritual,
Tainted history, hostage
Drawing deep from past
My 'you' raises from ash
Decrepit in my conceit
While barely your image
It suffices my fantasy
Falling for my reflection
In your eyes, so hollow
I rip my heart in pieces
To perpetuate this love
Of you loving myself
#crush
#lust
#memories #NaPoWriMo2024
#memories #NaPoWriMo2024
232 reads
1 Comment
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
30th Apr 2024 4:48am
30th Apr 2024 4:48am
Cold Comfort-Third Scoop
#childhood
#job
#memories #NaPoWriMo2024
#memories #NaPoWriMo2024
139 reads
4 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
29th Apr 2024 5:15am
29th Apr 2024 5:15am
Cold Comfort-Second Scoop
The role of an icecream scooper
is not a gig that's easy.
Especially on hot Summer nights
when the store
is super busy.
Customers uttering
dog day's mumbles,
lined up out the door
just to pick a number.
Believe me
icecream is like
scooping granite
when straight
from the walk-in freezer
and we could have used
a stick of dynamite
if someone
ordered Daiquiri Ice.
To prepare milkshakes
we'd slide the steel collar
into a paper cup
and mount it on the blender. ...
is not a gig that's easy.
Especially on hot Summer nights
when the store
is super busy.
Customers uttering
dog day's mumbles,
lined up out the door
just to pick a number.
Believe me
icecream is like
scooping granite
when straight
from the walk-in freezer
and we could have used
a stick of dynamite
if someone
ordered Daiquiri Ice.
To prepare milkshakes
we'd slide the steel collar
into a paper cup
and mount it on the blender. ...
#childhood
#food
#job
#memories
#NaPoWriMo2024
171 reads
5 Comments
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