Least Read Poems About Memories
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Least read poems about memories. Find an undiscovered masterpiece in the DU Poetry least read poems.
russell_snow
Poem Published
27th Apr 2023 8:34pm
27th Apr 2023 8:34pm
The Tree Outside a Child's Window
My child is not even a year old
Playing on the floor with books
Not reading like you or I
Just flipping through the pages, obsessively
As I lie on the carpet nearby
Looking out the window with the curtains drawn
I see the Tree swaying slightly in a breeze
It has filled out over the years
with an abundance of branches and leaves
It was a sad and struggling sight early on
I didn't think it would make it through the winter freezes
Or the summer droughts
Boy, was I wrong
What I see now fills my heart with joy
I...
Playing on the floor with books
Not reading like you or I
Just flipping through the pages, obsessively
As I lie on the carpet nearby
Looking out the window with the curtains drawn
I see the Tree swaying slightly in a breeze
It has filled out over the years
with an abundance of branches and leaves
It was a sad and struggling sight early on
I didn't think it would make it through the winter freezes
Or the summer droughts
Boy, was I wrong
What I see now fills my heart with joy
I...
#childhood
#trees
#memories #fatherhood
#memories #fatherhood
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FeNyX
Poem Published
30th Dec 2020 2:48pm
30th Dec 2020 2:48pm
If Pain Dripped Like Time Ticked
With each ticking of the clock
A drop of pain drains down
Pooling around my body in flood
An island in my own lifeblood
All I can see is the clock ticking
It's echoing booming clack
Dripping drops draining fast
I feel I may no longer last
Tick Drip Tick Drip
Tick Drip Tick Drip
Tick Drip Tick Drip
The Ghosts start dancing
The bells start ringing
The heavens open
My heart starts singing ...
The parade of dead dreams shuffles past ...
All In chains and ankle irons
In regular procession...
A drop of pain drains down
Pooling around my body in flood
An island in my own lifeblood
All I can see is the clock ticking
It's echoing booming clack
Dripping drops draining fast
I feel I may no longer last
Tick Drip Tick Drip
Tick Drip Tick Drip
Tick Drip Tick Drip
The Ghosts start dancing
The bells start ringing
The heavens open
My heart starts singing ...
The parade of dead dreams shuffles past ...
All In chains and ankle irons
In regular procession...
#ghosts
#memories
#hurt
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LilDragonFly
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2022 7:59pm
23rd Dec 2022 7:59pm
Memorialize
Memory is a cemetery” ~ Charles Wright
Each one is cool granite
a fine line of marble
space for a place marker
a pause in its own mausoleum
it is here where I keep them
these secrets I can share
all these memories I dare
remember
like a perfect September
in between summer and fall
where I roam in the gloam
the seam between night and day
between silence and all I long to say
veins of happy
sprinkles of sad
dapples of clarity
now washed out by doubt
by the fading light of sunset
Each one is cool granite
a fine line of marble
space for a place marker
a pause in its own mausoleum
it is here where I keep them
these secrets I can share
all these memories I dare
remember
like a perfect September
in between summer and fall
where I roam in the gloam
the seam between night and day
between silence and all I long to say
veins of happy
sprinkles of sad
dapples of clarity
now washed out by doubt
by the fading light of sunset
#death
#confessional
#memories
#WritingPoetry
#aging
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LilDragonFly
Poem Published
28th Jan 2023 6:58pm
28th Jan 2023 6:58pm
Blank Pages
What you must carry - tome of memory
it’s random blank pages” ~ Natasha Trethewey
So very much written
yet so little read
anticipation and dread
minted in the same coin
Bleaching the page white
in order that I may then write
chronicling these expiring days
in an invisible indelible ink
A brief tiny poem
to help fill up this tome
pin these memories
down for some dissection
How then to break the code
come to decipher the ode
read between its rhymes
unravel this knotted meter ...
it’s random blank pages” ~ Natasha Trethewey
So very much written
yet so little read
anticipation and dread
minted in the same coin
Bleaching the page white
in order that I may then write
chronicling these expiring days
in an invisible indelible ink
A brief tiny poem
to help fill up this tome
pin these memories
down for some dissection
How then to break the code
come to decipher the ode
read between its rhymes
unravel this knotted meter ...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#memories
#WritingPoetry
#wisdom
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LilDragonFly
Poem Published
21st Feb 2024 7:55pm
21st Feb 2024 7:55pm
Sands of Memory
Often they flow as liquid gold
both those new as well as old
shifting this way, then that
meeting me where I am at
Crowded as a vacant desert
but sometimes less inert
it deserts the proud crowd
lonely, bustling and loud
Other times as vivid as a dream
flows along a meandering stream
always both on and off course
as if still in search of its source
Leaving me here left wondering
why life does all of this plundering
steals away moments of my time
before...
both those new as well as old
shifting this way, then that
meeting me where I am at
Crowded as a vacant desert
but sometimes less inert
it deserts the proud crowd
lonely, bustling and loud
Other times as vivid as a dream
flows along a meandering stream
always both on and off course
as if still in search of its source
Leaving me here left wondering
why life does all of this plundering
steals away moments of my time
before...
#beach
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#memories
#WritingPoetry
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LilDragonFly
Poem Published
12th Feb 2022 3:40pm
12th Feb 2022 3:40pm
Winter Fog
The cold ground is quiet
despite the lonely sound
of crackling frost
the ever echoing cost
Of wasted summer days
wasted casual ways
when the sun was high
the day was still long
Swept up so in song
the truth of the lyre
lying by the fire
sharing public secrets
Later turning to regrets
of things undone
things still unseen
when the hills were last green
Like the moss covered log
now shrouded in the fog
with so much to tell
bewitched again by this spell
despite the lonely sound
of crackling frost
the ever echoing cost
Of wasted summer days
wasted casual ways
when the sun was high
the day was still long
Swept up so in song
the truth of the lyre
lying by the fire
sharing public secrets
Later turning to regrets
of things undone
things still unseen
when the hills were last green
Like the moss covered log
now shrouded in the fog
with so much to tell
bewitched again by this spell
#winter
#nature
#confessional
#memories
#magic
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LilDragonFly
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2022 8:24pm
2nd Dec 2022 8:24pm
Remembrance
Joys are so often forgotten
while these pains remain
invisible scars collected in jars
meant to be put on display
on some nostalgic day
many years hence
after allowing the suspense
to finally fade before the masquerade
lulled by the luring dance
of an ever fond remembrance
while these pains remain
invisible scars collected in jars
meant to be put on display
on some nostalgic day
many years hence
after allowing the suspense
to finally fade before the masquerade
lulled by the luring dance
of an ever fond remembrance
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#memories
#WritingPoetry
#nostalgia
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LilDragonFly
Poem Published
10th Feb 2023 10:36am
10th Feb 2023 10:36am
Scrapbook
I do know in the end
how they will all then blend
these jotted lines
these handstitched stanzas
Assembled to resemble
a sigh or a tear
a day or a year
when life embossed itself
Both pains and pleasures
life's little treasures
woven together
placed side by side
Onto the pages of this book
allowing me then now to look
at oft forgotten times
glued together in these rhymes
how they will all then blend
these jotted lines
these handstitched stanzas
Assembled to resemble
a sigh or a tear
a day or a year
when life embossed itself
Both pains and pleasures
life's little treasures
woven together
placed side by side
Onto the pages of this book
allowing me then now to look
at oft forgotten times
glued together in these rhymes
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#memories
#WritingPoetry
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LilDragonFly
Poem Published
7th Nov 2023 3:05pm
7th Nov 2023 3:05pm
Brackish Reflections
I love how the waves always reflect
this sad feeling of neglect
of being left again behind
in my abandoned state of mind
For loneliness distills my tears
reconstitutes all my fears
in the most poetic way
leaving me left with much to say
About the dimensions of doubt
searching within while living without
never sure where life will lead
which defeat I will next concede
Since turquoise waters clear blue
never then seem to do
when tossing fortune’s coin
just another wish to purloin
So, I...
this sad feeling of neglect
of being left again behind
in my abandoned state of mind
For loneliness distills my tears
reconstitutes all my fears
in the most poetic way
leaving me left with much to say
About the dimensions of doubt
searching within while living without
never sure where life will lead
which defeat I will next concede
Since turquoise waters clear blue
never then seem to do
when tossing fortune’s coin
just another wish to purloin
So, I...
#sea
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#memories
#WritingPoetry
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LilDragonFly
Poem Published
13th Jun 2024 5:51pm
13th Jun 2024 5:51pm
Blindsight
It is so hard to ignore
when what is less is now more
when there becomes here
as if stoked in its own fear
Days spent safe within night
steeped in a macabre delight
lit only by a single candle
reflects all the light I can handle
Watching shadows on the wall
dance down the length of the hall
let me know I am not alone
in this moment cannot postpone
What is then meant to come
by recalling where I am from
in the memories I do choose
I am as likely to win as to lose
All these lessons now...
when what is less is now more
when there becomes here
as if stoked in its own fear
Days spent safe within night
steeped in a macabre delight
lit only by a single candle
reflects all the light I can handle
Watching shadows on the wall
dance down the length of the hall
let me know I am not alone
in this moment cannot postpone
What is then meant to come
by recalling where I am from
in the memories I do choose
I am as likely to win as to lose
All these lessons now...
#confessional
#memories
#SelfReflection
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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LilDragonFly
Poem Published
1st Dec 2022 10:42am
1st Dec 2022 10:42am
Memorie
More fragile than glass
as these years pass
etching their deep marks
signing my confessions
With so much again lost
at such a dear cost
this dwindling spindle
once more empties itself
Vaunted victories I did claim
things sorted by name
so randomly tossed
into disheveled drawers
While I try to make sense
of a melting past tense
that spills itself
more reckless than my ink
Leaving me doubting what is true
drowning in what is new
becoming deaf to the reverie
of what now escapes...
as these years pass
etching their deep marks
signing my confessions
With so much again lost
at such a dear cost
this dwindling spindle
once more empties itself
Vaunted victories I did claim
things sorted by name
so randomly tossed
into disheveled drawers
While I try to make sense
of a melting past tense
that spills itself
more reckless than my ink
Leaving me doubting what is true
drowning in what is new
becoming deaf to the reverie
of what now escapes...
#confessional
#memories
#MentalHealth
#WritingPoetry
#aging
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LilDragonFly
Poem Published
30th Mar 2023 11:07am
30th Mar 2023 11:07am
Faded Ink
Written so long ago
all of these spills
from all these dry quills
still have much to show
How my dear secrets kept
when penned upon the line
again seem to realign
with fresh tears now wept
Yet they cannot stop fading
despite whatever I may do
As if memory is always evading
both what is old and what is new
While this hour starts its shading
blends all my lies with what is true
all of these spills
from all these dry quills
still have much to show
How my dear secrets kept
when penned upon the line
again seem to realign
with fresh tears now wept
Yet they cannot stop fading
despite whatever I may do
As if memory is always evading
both what is old and what is new
While this hour starts its shading
blends all my lies with what is true
#death
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#memories
#cancer
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