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 9:34pm
27th Apr 2023 9:34pm
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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6 Comments
FeNyX
Poem Published
14th Apr 2023 5:46pm
14th Apr 2023 5:46pm
Post Apocayptic Echoes Of A Still Beating Heart ... Still
Posting bits of the past
Exposed like raw nerves
For you to ignore
Those echoes of great happiness
Exposing deep secrets
Breathing life into old wounds
Ripping scars to bleed more
Applying the salve to move
Paralyzed in the spotlight
Naked before the masses
Vilified before your peers
Your pain barely contrasted
A thread of light
A breathe of life
A distant noise
A morning grows bright
Repeat
Repeat
Repeat ....
'The Number you have reached is no longer...
Exposed like raw nerves
For you to ignore
Those echoes of great happiness
Exposing deep secrets
Breathing life into old wounds
Ripping scars to bleed more
Applying the salve to move
Paralyzed in the spotlight
Naked before the masses
Vilified before your peers
Your pain barely contrasted
A thread of light
A breathe of life
A distant noise
A morning grows bright
Repeat
Repeat
Repeat ....
'The Number you have reached is no longer...
#love
#grief
#memories
13 reads
2 Comments
FeNyX
Poem Published
28th Jan 2021 8:01pm
28th Jan 2021 8:01pm
It Was The Best Of Times, It was The Worst Of Times (Better Without You)
Was that really the way it was?
Half spoken truths and lies unseen
Mixed together in immature elixirs
Badly thrown together with sex, alcohol and nicotine
The soundtrack of it a who's who
Years long festival of past
And future stars
Like some dead man walking repast
Weren't we supposed to be those stars?
Opening doors while others closed
Hopping from one success to another
Not reminiscing in bare pseudo-emotional repose
I still don't listen to those few songs
You know the ones I mean
The...
Half spoken truths and lies unseen
Mixed together in immature elixirs
Badly thrown together with sex, alcohol and nicotine
The soundtrack of it a who's who
Years long festival of past
And future stars
Like some dead man walking repast
Weren't we supposed to be those stars?
Opening doors while others closed
Hopping from one success to another
Not reminiscing in bare pseudo-emotional repose
I still don't listen to those few songs
You know the ones I mean
The...
#love
#dark
#memories
14 reads
10 Comments
Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
20th Apr 2020 6:02pm
20th Apr 2020 6:02pm
It Came From Her Room
It arises every morning
Same time and place
It tiptoes on the flooring
Crack of dawn disfigures its face
It displaces its cloak
Compiling its blanket and sheet
Stretching and yawning in a sinister croak
Rubbing its eyes before placing its feet
It slowly cracks open its door
Popping its head out for a peek
Its appetite for play begins to soar
While everyone else is fast asleep
Its body is short and small
With a young look to its age
A creepy silhouette is smeared to the wall
Seek and awake is the only orders to engage ...
Same time and place
It tiptoes on the flooring
Crack of dawn disfigures its face
It displaces its cloak
Compiling its blanket and sheet
Stretching and yawning in a sinister croak
Rubbing its eyes before placing its feet
It slowly cracks open its door
Popping its head out for a peek
Its appetite for play begins to soar
While everyone else is fast asleep
Its body is short and small
With a young look to its age
A creepy silhouette is smeared to the wall
Seek and awake is the only orders to engage ...
#happiness
#love
#family
#memories
#NaPoWriMo2020
15 reads
11 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
20th Aug 2024 12:03pm
20th Aug 2024 12:03pm
Valhalla
Staring into a blank canvas,
as the ink flows to form words
a sorrow befalls me and I too wish
to be absorbed into a vast void
Following the ink into another universe
seeping into a place of nothingness
writing myself a story of oblivion
upon the backs of the shadow people
Wrestling demons with my eyes shut
fighting blindly as I dare not see that
this is real, crushed by breaking waves
pummeling a rapidly eroding shore
Pieces cut from me slowly drift away
and the pain of a searcher that cannot
find...
as the ink flows to form words
a sorrow befalls me and I too wish
to be absorbed into a vast void
Following the ink into another universe
seeping into a place of nothingness
writing myself a story of oblivion
upon the backs of the shadow people
Wrestling demons with my eyes shut
fighting blindly as I dare not see that
this is real, crushed by breaking waves
pummeling a rapidly eroding shore
Pieces cut from me slowly drift away
and the pain of a searcher that cannot
find...
#grief
#love
#memories
15 reads
5 Comments
Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
8th Aug 2020 3:19pm
8th Aug 2020 3:19pm
Unforgettable
Amid the rise of the sun ,
The temptation of the heat that struck
And the clearance of the sky,
No sign of clouds,
Resemblance of the love
That incarnate as
The years go by
And the sound of shadows
Whispering
The absence
Of reality,
Intriguing as the curve of a
Ball thrown at 90 miles,
The ingestion of toxicity of
the proximity
Engulfed
The perception
Of a time
Hidden
Between
The ashes of
Burned pages,
While
scribbled intentions
for
centuries ...
The temptation of the heat that struck
And the clearance of the sky,
No sign of clouds,
Resemblance of the love
That incarnate as
The years go by
And the sound of shadows
Whispering
The absence
Of reality,
Intriguing as the curve of a
Ball thrown at 90 miles,
The ingestion of toxicity of
the proximity
Engulfed
The perception
Of a time
Hidden
Between
The ashes of
Burned pages,
While
scribbled intentions
for
centuries ...
#memories
#LifeCycle
#historical
#acceptance
#nostalgia
16 reads
11 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
8th May 2024 12:22pm
8th May 2024 12:22pm
Veritas Est Mors
An inspired realness haunts
my mind this morning, crawling
forward into my consciousness
waking memories good and bad,
truth is death
When I experience something with
such a realness, a vivid eye popping
truth, something else inside me dies
which is a blessing
There are things inside of me I wish dead
and oh how I have tried to kill them
for damnation is a self imposed affliction
carved into the soul by mine own hand,
my blade is sharp
So when I see a beautiful thing
perfectly created, I visualize...
my mind this morning, crawling
forward into my consciousness
waking memories good and bad,
truth is death
When I experience something with
such a realness, a vivid eye popping
truth, something else inside me dies
which is a blessing
There are things inside of me I wish dead
and oh how I have tried to kill them
for damnation is a self imposed affliction
carved into the soul by mine own hand,
my blade is sharp
So when I see a beautiful thing
perfectly created, I visualize...
#memories
#peace
#war
16 reads
13 Comments
Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
24th Jan 2018 10:26am
24th Jan 2018 10:26am
Little Johnny Hall
I’ve learned there is NO WINNING in this life
Whether there's an existing trace of peace or a strife.
See Little Johnny Hall crying in the corner because his daddy’s gone
See me hiding scared under the bed for hours and hours long
Wishing MY own daddy gone!
What’s wrong with Little Johnny who cries and cries for his dad?
How LUCKY is Little Johnny who never saw him mad!
He cries and cries for days and months without relent or end ...
Whether there's an existing trace of peace or a strife.
See Little Johnny Hall crying in the corner because his daddy’s gone
See me hiding scared under the bed for hours and hours long
Wishing MY own daddy gone!
What’s wrong with Little Johnny who cries and cries for his dad?
How LUCKY is Little Johnny who never saw him mad!
He cries and cries for days and months without relent or end ...
#childhood
#home
#scary #memories
#scary #memories
18 reads
7 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
24th Feb 2019 1:20am
24th Feb 2019 1:20am
The Ventura Pier and Promenade at Mid-Day
it’s what jumpers do
they assign you
with the gap-toothed
our procession
set gulls squawking
her finger tapping
the cranium
as a woodpecker
saving the tree
yelling stupidstupidstupidstupid/sudden
SUDDEN
a swirling blemish
between the pier’s legs
spewed like her gape
your possessions
given to me
set my head squawking
arms full
of your cast-offs
...
they assign you
with the gap-toothed
our procession
set gulls squawking
her finger tapping
the cranium
as a woodpecker
saving the tree
yelling stupidstupidstupidstupid/sudden
SUDDEN
a swirling blemish
between the pier’s legs
spewed like her gape
your possessions
given to me
set my head squawking
arms full
of your cast-offs
...
#conflict
#friendship
#memories #confusion
#memories #confusion
18 reads
8 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2024 2:22pm
2nd Dec 2024 2:22pm
Secrets - Vow Of Silence
They say the bike race was my idea, that you and the others would have preferred to stay indoors that August Bank Holiday Monday. In the shade where it was nice and cool. But your mum agreed with me. It's a lovely day, she said, why don't you go out and play in the park before school starts again?
Except I lied, according to the evidence. I suggested the local park; that's true. But once we got out, I came up with the idea of going in the opposite direction, to Whaley Hill. Our parents didn't like us going to Whaley Hill, especially the reservoir at the top. They thought the hill...
Except I lied, according to the evidence. I suggested the local park; that's true. But once we got out, I came up with the idea of going in the opposite direction, to Whaley Hill. Our parents didn't like us going to Whaley Hill, especially the reservoir at the top. They thought the hill...
#childhood
#memories
#mystery #risk
#mystery #risk
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0 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
20th Jan 2019 7:40pm
20th Jan 2019 7:40pm
an arcane
a sunken
bulldozer
covered
by the Northwest
a fossil
symptom
of man between
Swan Lake and
Kreger Lake
between pterodactyls
and annihilation
it disappeared
in a manner
of intervals
by the sunfeather
and moonroll
by Mount Tambora
of the year
without summer
by the tsunamis
of elephants
running to peak
as an alarm
by the robin bleary
owl dives
by the...
bulldozer
covered
by the Northwest
a fossil
symptom
of man between
Swan Lake and
Kreger Lake
between pterodactyls
and annihilation
it disappeared
in a manner
of intervals
by the sunfeather
and moonroll
by Mount Tambora
of the year
without summer
by the tsunamis
of elephants
running to peak
as an alarm
by the robin bleary
owl dives
by the...
#parent
#narrative
#memories #historical
#memories #historical
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4 Comments
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