Poems About Memories Seeking Honest Critique
#memories
Poems about memories seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
lorileemack101
Lori
Lori
Poem Published
27th Mar 2024 6:17pm
27th Mar 2024 6:17pm
Thank You
I want to thank you for raising me.
I know you could have pushed me to the side,
And did things like all the other kids did.
I want to thank you for practicing wrestling moves on me.
It taught me how to defend myself.
That's why the streets didn't conquer me.
I want to thank you stepping in and taking moms place,
When I was scared and had nightmares.
You were always there to fight off my demons.
I want to thank you for teaching me,
How to open our hidden Christmas presents,
And wrapping them back up, ...
I know you could have pushed me to the side,
And did things like all the other kids did.
I want to thank you for practicing wrestling moves on me.
It taught me how to defend myself.
That's why the streets didn't conquer me.
I want to thank you stepping in and taking moms place,
When I was scared and had nightmares.
You were always there to fight off my demons.
I want to thank you for teaching me,
How to open our hidden Christmas presents,
And wrapping them back up, ...
#brother
#memories
68 reads
2 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
21st Mar 2024 3:27pm
21st Mar 2024 3:27pm
Callie's Journals and Her Husband's Trust
March 21, 2024
This morning I’m holding Callie's journal, given to me by her grieving husband. I feel the weight of her absence as I begin to read her words. Memories of her vibrant life flood my mind. Callie lived fiercely (some would say wildly) embracing love in its many forms. Yet, in her faithful union with her husband of six years, she found solace and completeness.
As I sift through the pages, I'm struck by the intimacy and honesty of her thoughts. It’s a testament to her trust in me that he's passed this treasure into my hands. All her life passions, most...
This morning I’m holding Callie's journal, given to me by her grieving husband. I feel the weight of her absence as I begin to read her words. Memories of her vibrant life flood my mind. Callie lived fiercely (some would say wildly) embracing love in its many forms. Yet, in her faithful union with her husband of six years, she found solace and completeness.
As I sift through the pages, I'm struck by the intimacy and honesty of her thoughts. It’s a testament to her trust in me that he's passed this treasure into my hands. All her life passions, most...
#death
#LifeAsAWriter
#memories
90 reads
1 Comment
wallyroo92
Poem Published
20th Mar 2024 9:28pm
20th Mar 2024 9:28pm
Melancholy in a Box
Music has always been a means to transport
Like a time machine
It lets us travel to certain phases and places now long gone
It can take us down memory lane
To where the brain may have forgotten specific memories
To where we may long to remember the pleasure
Or re-live the pain
But when the songs are on repeat
They become an endless melancholy in a box
Unable to move forward
Stuck on old wounds
Enjoying the cuts all over again
And whether they’re coming from the old ghetto blaster
Or Walkman
Or Zune
Whatever...
Like a time machine
It lets us travel to certain phases and places now long gone
It can take us down memory lane
To where the brain may have forgotten specific memories
To where we may long to remember the pleasure
Or re-live the pain
But when the songs are on repeat
They become an endless melancholy in a box
Unable to move forward
Stuck on old wounds
Enjoying the cuts all over again
And whether they’re coming from the old ghetto blaster
Or Walkman
Or Zune
Whatever...
#memories
#acceptance
#nostalgia #PersonalGrowth
#nostalgia #PersonalGrowth
88 reads
6 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
18th Mar 2024 9:31am
18th Mar 2024 9:31am
Becoming
Like falling snow on the river
sounds of silence
echoing
moon shining
a perfection for my beloved
the remnants of her presence
never escape for what I have become
sounds of silence
echoing
moon shining
a perfection for my beloved
the remnants of her presence
never escape for what I have become
#love
#motivational
#nature
#memories
#uplifting
73 reads
7 Comments
Naajir
Poem Published
17th Mar 2024 5:47am
17th Mar 2024 5:47am
When.....
When was the last time
I smothered my face in your private place?
The last time I felt your fingers velvet rope my dreads
As I gave you head ?
Did my tongue script your body a novel?
Licked you Harlequin Romance style
Watch you squirm and grovel incoherent prayers to an un-seen god?
Yes, my darling..it's been a while
Since I've spread your thighs and traversed the Nile of you
The wile of you reciprocated
Sucking down such raw...
I smothered my face in your private place?
The last time I felt your fingers velvet rope my dreads
As I gave you head ?
Did my tongue script your body a novel?
Licked you Harlequin Romance style
Watch you squirm and grovel incoherent prayers to an un-seen god?
Yes, my darling..it's been a while
Since I've spread your thighs and traversed the Nile of you
The wile of you reciprocated
Sucking down such raw...
#erotic
#memories
249 reads
7 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
16th Mar 2024 10:20pm
16th Mar 2024 10:20pm
Facebook Memories
2016 – August
While watching Being Human (a show about a Vampire, a Werewolf and a Ghost)
Me: Babe, if a vampire offered you eternal life…
Wife: YES!
Me: Just like that huh? You’d watch me get old and die?
Wife: BYE FELICIA!
2015 – September
Showing the boys Naked Gun 2 ½. Lt. Frank Drebin helps me explain the birds and the bees
Xavier (11): What? I don’t get it
Xander (10): I don’t get it either
(A hot dog lands on a bun on screen)
Both: Ooh! I GET IT
Me: It’s the artistic portion of the...
While watching Being Human (a show about a Vampire, a Werewolf and a Ghost)
Me: Babe, if a vampire offered you eternal life…
Wife: YES!
Me: Just like that huh? You’d watch me get old and die?
Wife: BYE FELICIA!
2015 – September
Showing the boys Naked Gun 2 ½. Lt. Frank Drebin helps me explain the birds and the bees
Xavier (11): What? I don’t get it
Xander (10): I don’t get it either
(A hot dog lands on a bun on screen)
Both: Ooh! I GET IT
Me: It’s the artistic portion of the...
#children
#family
#funny #memories
#funny #memories
84 reads
7 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
13th Mar 2024 10:48am
13th Mar 2024 10:48am
Dead Letters
Dead letters
forgotten souls of yester year
the one you are looking for is not here
your first prayer races your heart
spirit wrecked, tearing you apart
the leech is sucking you dry
buildings crumble as you die
forgotten souls of yester year
the one you are looking for is not here
your first prayer races your heart
spirit wrecked, tearing you apart
the leech is sucking you dry
buildings crumble as you die
#death
#spiritual
#rhyming
#ghosts
#memories
93 reads
6 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
9th Mar 2024 12:51pm
9th Mar 2024 12:51pm
how to describe her
I like to
remember her
as she was
back then
again I think I
would rather
forget her ?
I fancy you never
met her ..
remember her
as she was
back then
again I think I
would rather
forget her ?
I fancy you never
met her ..
#memories
52 reads
1 Comment
wallyroo92
Poem Published
8th Mar 2024 6:22pm
8th Mar 2024 6:22pm
Music in Motion
I was young when I first saw that array of movement and color
That giant wall of sound reverberating through my ears
It left an impression deeply embedded on my mind and soul
Something that lingered in my heart for many, many years
It was physically demanding and technically challenging
But in those days I longed to improve and make the big leagues
Ensembles weaving together beautifully like poetry and music
Each part moving independently but as one unit at high speeds
Through the decades drills like Z pulls and disappearing crosses ...
That giant wall of sound reverberating through my ears
It left an impression deeply embedded on my mind and soul
Something that lingered in my heart for many, many years
It was physically demanding and technically challenging
But in those days I longed to improve and make the big leagues
Ensembles weaving together beautifully like poetry and music
Each part moving independently but as one unit at high speeds
Through the decades drills like Z pulls and disappearing crosses ...
#music
#memories
#art
95 reads
2 Comments
SeaCat
Poem Published
6th Mar 2024 2:25pm
6th Mar 2024 2:25pm
White lines and asphalt
I felt it yesterday evening,
standing at the edge of the village.
No cars, no people, no sun -
no interesting clouds.
An empty chill
as creeps from Summer’s far edge,
when bonfires burn
and leaves turn to blue smoke curls.
A curlew call would not be out of place
in the wide, airy stillness,
magnified with the distant hushed rush
of unknown travellers.
It was like a condensation of forgotten memories
from long, long ago
superimposed on the road.
I felt a question, unspoken words
from...
standing at the edge of the village.
No cars, no people, no sun -
no interesting clouds.
An empty chill
as creeps from Summer’s far edge,
when bonfires burn
and leaves turn to blue smoke curls.
A curlew call would not be out of place
in the wide, airy stillness,
magnified with the distant hushed rush
of unknown travellers.
It was like a condensation of forgotten memories
from long, long ago
superimposed on the road.
I felt a question, unspoken words
from...
#memories
#emptiness
#SelfDiscovery #choices
#SelfDiscovery #choices
105 reads
4 Comments
anandosen
Poem Published
5th Mar 2024 9:06am
5th Mar 2024 9:06am
Telemachus
Thou attained divinity and taught us-
Like my father and Telemachus.
Thou may not be now with us-
Yet feel thou along with us.
Without thou we could not know-
God, The Mother or Odeyssus.
Love thou so much and thy thoughts-
Bless us to rise much above us.
Like my father and Telemachus.
Thou may not be now with us-
Yet feel thou along with us.
Without thou we could not know-
God, The Mother or Odeyssus.
Love thou so much and thy thoughts-
Bless us to rise much above us.
#father
#memories
#responsibility
44 reads
0 Comments
LongTubiFree
Poem Published
4th Mar 2024 00:38am
4th Mar 2024 00:38am
Been awhile
I spoke to you today, first time in a bit
didn't know what to say except I miss it,
I miss our talks, our laughs, our prayers,
the things nobody else shares.
I could use an I love you or I'm proud
the silence in your house has been so loud,
I keep hoping you'll be in your chair
but when I come home, you're never there.
I didn't have an elegant speech prepared
but I wanted to make my current pain shared
with the woman who kept me alive
and gave me reasons to survive,
the one who saw past my self hate
and listened to my talks no...
didn't know what to say except I miss it,
I miss our talks, our laughs, our prayers,
the things nobody else shares.
I could use an I love you or I'm proud
the silence in your house has been so loud,
I keep hoping you'll be in your chair
but when I come home, you're never there.
I didn't have an elegant speech prepared
but I wanted to make my current pain shared
with the woman who kept me alive
and gave me reasons to survive,
the one who saw past my self hate
and listened to my talks no...
#grief
#family
#death #memories
#death #memories
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0 Comments
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