Poems About Memories Seeking Honest Critique
#memories
Poems about memories seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 6:48pm
4th Jan 2025 6:48pm
I f**k STRANGERS!
#dirty
#memories
#PTSD #sex
#PTSD #sex
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2025 11:54am
3rd Jan 2025 11:54am
4:36 AM
4:36 am, still can't sleep
I think I did everything completely wrong
All I know is...
When you use to touch me
I would think of all of those different men
Fucking my sister & mother at the same time
My hatred towards them, came out towards you
You're in a much better place now
And so am I
One day if i ever get out, I will visit you, for sure
I think I did everything completely wrong
All I know is...
When you use to touch me
I would think of all of those different men
Fucking my sister & mother at the same time
My hatred towards them, came out towards you
You're in a much better place now
And so am I
One day if i ever get out, I will visit you, for sure
#dark
#memories
#regret #sleep
#regret #sleep
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2025 11:49am
3rd Jan 2025 11:49am
3:15 AM
You're alive but in this room you're a ghost
The last few nights you have come to haunt me
It's 3:15 am
The room is getting smaller
I think about what they did to you
I tried to make you see that I was different
Maybe you saw something I didn't see
Perhaps you saw them in my eyes
I'll never see you again
It's never been the same
I feel like I have failed
So old & final
This night breaks Father Time's nose
The last few nights you have come to haunt me
It's 3:15 am
The room is getting smaller
I think about what they did to you
I tried to make you see that I was different
Maybe you saw something I didn't see
Perhaps you saw them in my eyes
I'll never see you again
It's never been the same
I feel like I have failed
So old & final
This night breaks Father Time's nose
#hurt
#memories
#relationships #sleep
#relationships #sleep
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 10:49am
2nd Jan 2025 10:49am
Beach Memories
It was a hot,summer day.
Sun shining,problems at bay.
There was sounds of laughter.
The way the sun felt on my skin.
And I forget all problems I've been.
There were kids digging holes.
Sandcastle contests,people pose for pictures.
To keep as a memory of today.
This sunny,warm summer day.
I wore a swimsuit in blue.
I sunbathed,a red hue.
I were under some shade with a book.
And I would take a look at the water.
The sand,next to my father.
I remember when I was a kid.
And I would go to the...
Sun shining,problems at bay.
There was sounds of laughter.
The way the sun felt on my skin.
And I forget all problems I've been.
There were kids digging holes.
Sandcastle contests,people pose for pictures.
To keep as a memory of today.
This sunny,warm summer day.
I wore a swimsuit in blue.
I sunbathed,a red hue.
I were under some shade with a book.
And I would take a look at the water.
The sand,next to my father.
I remember when I was a kid.
And I would go to the...
#beach
#happiness
#memories
#nostalgia
#sadness
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0 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
31st Dec 2024 1:36am
31st Dec 2024 1:36am
old bloke
no one flies kites these days
it’s all drones
on and on the old bloke in the pub
but nobody listens
since they’re all on their phones
and he finds it quite sad ..
it’s all drones
on and on the old bloke in the pub
but nobody listens
since they’re all on their phones
and he finds it quite sad ..
#memories
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2 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
30th Dec 2024 6:08pm
30th Dec 2024 6:08pm
Back to Michigan
They say you can't go back...
cause it won't be the same...
be it a job, relationship or a hometown -
unless you return in a box...like my daddy.
The body of my father...a very big man
of 500 lbs...was transported by train...
across the state of Michigan from large city
back to his small town birthplace.
I don't know if the town had changed
in the years Dad had been gone...
as I had never been there before...
he had moved to a bigger city after Vietnam.
The funeral director named off others
with our...
cause it won't be the same...
be it a job, relationship or a hometown -
unless you return in a box...like my daddy.
The body of my father...a very big man
of 500 lbs...was transported by train...
across the state of Michigan from large city
back to his small town birthplace.
I don't know if the town had changed
in the years Dad had been gone...
as I had never been there before...
he had moved to a bigger city after Vietnam.
The funeral director named off others
with our...
#death
#father
#grief #memories
#grief #memories
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javalini
Poem Published
29th Dec 2024 2:17pm
29th Dec 2024 2:17pm
DRUNK
I was drunk
on what you were,
drunk
on the scent
of your hair,
your skin,
drunk on every step,
on every simple gesture,
drunk on your lips
pulling on a cigarette
or your bare feet
on the dash
or your hand
on your hip
or in your pocket
or you
just standing
cool in the summer sun
and I was staggered,
stupefied
every time
your blue eyes
found mine
and even now
when I think of
something
you did or said
or of you
sprawled easy
in the cool sheets
of...
on what you were,
drunk
on the scent
of your hair,
your skin,
drunk on every step,
on every simple gesture,
drunk on your lips
pulling on a cigarette
or your bare feet
on the dash
or your hand
on your hip
or in your pocket
or you
just standing
cool in the summer sun
and I was staggered,
stupefied
every time
your blue eyes
found mine
and even now
when I think of
something
you did or said
or of you
sprawled easy
in the cool sheets
of...
#beauty
#love
#memories
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4 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
26th Dec 2024 12:10pm
26th Dec 2024 12:10pm
Blood Sucking Bugs
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
I was...
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
I was...
#funny
#memories
#nostalgia
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8 Comments
Talk_Derby_to_Me
Poem Published
24th Dec 2024 8:07pm
24th Dec 2024 8:07pm
An Eternal Glow
Let’s keep a candle flickering this holiday season,
for those who no longer walk beside us.
Their love, laughter, and light still dance
in the corners of our hearts,
whispering in the quiet spaces
where time no longer holds sway.
Though their hands are no longer here to touch,
their presence lingers in the spaces we breathe,
in the stories we tell,
and the warmth we carry
as we move through the days.
Their impact is woven into the fabric of who we are, ...
for those who no longer walk beside us.
Their love, laughter, and light still dance
in the corners of our hearts,
whispering in the quiet spaces
where time no longer holds sway.
Though their hands are no longer here to touch,
their presence lingers in the spaces we breathe,
in the stories we tell,
and the warmth we carry
as we move through the days.
Their impact is woven into the fabric of who we are, ...
#grief
#memories
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2024 12:49pm
23rd Dec 2024 12:49pm
The Rotten Seed
The '60s were so long ago.
I see you crying on the stage.
The truth at last we came to know
that violence can only grow,
a rotten seed that fathers sow
and whose dark fruits they gage.
The '60s were so long ago.
I see you crying on the stage.
But love can manifest with age,
forgiveness joins the high and low.
You spoke, with tears anew confession's wage,
about when you were beaten in a rage
by some sadistic schoolmaster on stage...
Before your peers, in assembly, on show.
But love can manifest with age, ...
I see you crying on the stage.
The truth at last we came to know
that violence can only grow,
a rotten seed that fathers sow
and whose dark fruits they gage.
The '60s were so long ago.
I see you crying on the stage.
But love can manifest with age,
forgiveness joins the high and low.
You spoke, with tears anew confession's wage,
about when you were beaten in a rage
by some sadistic schoolmaster on stage...
Before your peers, in assembly, on show.
But love can manifest with age, ...
#abuse
#childhood
#fatherhood #memories
#fatherhood #memories
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4 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2024 1:02am
23rd Dec 2024 1:02am
Loving You.
You were so supposed to love me...
so many times you tried to kill me.
And you passed my sex around.
Momma - I will never understand.
All I ever wanted was to be loved!
You passed away. Your whole family...
thought you were faking even as you took
your final breath - I wish I could have...
...kept you safe from death!!!
I never stopped loving you!
So many unanswered questions...
keep me awake at night.
You'd been through it first -
how could you do that all to me?
All I ever...
so many times you tried to kill me.
And you passed my sex around.
Momma - I will never understand.
All I ever wanted was to be loved!
You passed away. Your whole family...
thought you were faking even as you took
your final breath - I wish I could have...
...kept you safe from death!!!
I never stopped loving you!
So many unanswered questions...
keep me awake at night.
You'd been through it first -
how could you do that all to me?
All I ever...
#abuse
#death
#love
#memories
#mother
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7 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2024 00:06am
23rd Dec 2024 00:06am
A FINAL 24 HOURS WITH BOBBY MCGEE
-- Janis Joplin is my favorite singer, a big sexual fantasy and her song. "Me and Bobby McGee" is one of my favorites.
In the song: she and Bobby stop traveling together near Salinas. (Lord, I let him slip away. He's lookin' for that home, and I hope he finds it. But, I'd trade all of my tomorrows, for one single yesterday to be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine.)
Janis died at 27 just a few days after recording the song. No more tomorrows for her. Let's suppose HER WISH CAME TRUE and she was given a "single yesterday" with Bobby. So, here's a...
In the song: she and Bobby stop traveling together near Salinas. (Lord, I let him slip away. He's lookin' for that home, and I hope he finds it. But, I'd trade all of my tomorrows, for one single yesterday to be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine.)
Janis died at 27 just a few days after recording the song. No more tomorrows for her. Let's suppose HER WISH CAME TRUE and she was given a "single yesterday" with Bobby. So, here's a...
#love
#lover
#memories
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