Poems About Memories Seeking Honest Critique
#memories
Poems about memories seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
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
78 reads
7 Comments
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
261 reads
7 Comments
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 ˝. 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 ˝. 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
86 reads
7 Comments
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
95 reads
6 Comments
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
54 reads
1 Comment
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
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
108 reads
4 Comments
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
46 reads
0 Comments
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
83 reads
0 Comments
Mood Swing# 21: The Haze
she felt him..his heavy crush
...the aftermath of his oozed essence
subsisting inside the catacomb of her nether-realm
as a vivid re-occuring nocturnal memory
replaying itself..needling...
...over the scratched vinyl of her soul
throbbing in repetition
she felt the ubiquitous collapse of her being
...remembered intense pressure
of those all-purposed blue collared hands
spreading her thighs into his favored yoga positions
..stretching that sweet yoni ...
...the aftermath of his oozed essence
subsisting inside the catacomb of her nether-realm
as a vivid re-occuring nocturnal memory
replaying itself..needling...
...over the scratched vinyl of her soul
throbbing in repetition
she felt the ubiquitous collapse of her being
...remembered intense pressure
of those all-purposed blue collared hands
spreading her thighs into his favored yoga positions
..stretching that sweet yoni ...
#lust
#lover
#memories
252 reads
3 Comments
Deathless Love
Words cannot explain how I feel when I looked into your eyes
When I hold you in my arms and felt the warmth of you
Nothing seems to matter when you're at my side although you're far away
The fire still burns in my heart
My life is like a puzzle and you were the part which makes it complete
When you came to me my heart began to pound
I never had such strong feelings that I had for you
When you come to me again,
just let me hold you for a second, for a minute, for an hour, forever, forever
When I hold you in my arms and felt the warmth of you
Nothing seems to matter when you're at my side although you're far away
The fire still burns in my heart
My life is like a puzzle and you were the part which makes it complete
When you came to me my heart began to pound
I never had such strong feelings that I had for you
When you come to me again,
just let me hold you for a second, for a minute, for an hour, forever, forever
#sadness
#love
#heartbroken
#ILoveYou
#memories
246 reads
6 Comments
Tainted
The stains of sorrow cling and rub
No matter how much she claws and scrubs
Nothing seems to purge those inner scars
Imprinted deep where pureness once was
She closes her lids, for a brief veil
To respite the consuming pain
Yet, shadows paint the vivid scenes
The echoes whisper, haunting the stillness
The memory’s hand weight too heavy
On this deserted land, still pressing freshly
Will solace ever be found in this cleansing foam
Or to a never home, she must wander?
No matter how much she claws and scrubs
Nothing seems to purge those inner scars
Imprinted deep where pureness once was
She closes her lids, for a brief veil
To respite the consuming pain
Yet, shadows paint the vivid scenes
The echoes whisper, haunting the stillness
The memory’s hand weight too heavy
On this deserted land, still pressing freshly
Will solace ever be found in this cleansing foam
Or to a never home, she must wander?
#grief
#shadows
#memories #hurt
#memories #hurt
124 reads
3 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Memories Seeking Honest Critique