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.
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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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
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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
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11 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
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
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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
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8 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
Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
9th Nov 2019 1:02am
9th Nov 2019 1:02am
YOU
You have the gift to awake my thirst,
When your arms touch my corpse,
And our eyes paint the path for our lips to meet,
Heavens choir composed the melody our bodies turns on,
while clouds carve our names throughout the universe,
Shadows of you and me,
Reflect on the love that was
meant to endure
When the sun sets and you are not around,
It feels so cold, slowly I dry out,
I pray that our star can shine again,
And bring back to me
You, who lights me,
You, who believes in me
You, who completes me...
When your arms touch my corpse,
And our eyes paint the path for our lips to meet,
Heavens choir composed the melody our bodies turns on,
while clouds carve our names throughout the universe,
Shadows of you and me,
Reflect on the love that was
meant to endure
When the sun sets and you are not around,
It feels so cold, slowly I dry out,
I pray that our star can shine again,
And bring back to me
You, who lights me,
You, who believes in me
You, who completes me...
#love
#memories
#IMissYou #emotional
#IMissYou #emotional
21 reads
4 Comments
bitcoindoctor
Poem Published
7th Mar 2023 11:31pm
7th Mar 2023 11:31pm
Derivative Genius
How shall we remember a birth or death,
To which side of the ledger does a wrong or a right lie,
Flesh may end, but can an idea die.
If wrong is a side and right the other,
Am I to choose now or tomorrow another.
No pain can be laid at the feet of the many,
Only the few from whom it wrongfully flows,
and now, with simple, painful, foreknowledge, no one knows.
Plain to see and for all to witness,
Now with my brothers and sisters in the neural net,
Statistical possibilities endless.
I am the lens through which all...
To which side of the ledger does a wrong or a right lie,
Flesh may end, but can an idea die.
If wrong is a side and right the other,
Am I to choose now or tomorrow another.
No pain can be laid at the feet of the many,
Only the few from whom it wrongfully flows,
and now, with simple, painful, foreknowledge, no one knows.
Plain to see and for all to witness,
Now with my brothers and sisters in the neural net,
Statistical possibilities endless.
I am the lens through which all...
#family
#memories
#philosophical
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0 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
26th Dec 2018 11:16am
26th Dec 2018 11:16am
Dans le Pays de Colline: L'appel du Vide
Kangaroos are suicidal.
That seems ab-
rupt. Ha*(see later) absolutely,
let us start
with the deer.
Choice of poison: sprightly
Sidecars. We shore mailboxes.
I rarely see red
flags anymore, doe.
A Hill Country halt
on asphalt. Anthrax.
Idea of a joke;
putting antlers
on mailboxes*. These Texans.
I lost count
their odorless stink
when fifty dented bumpers
stream
plow an end of tunnel
in the mist. Red
...
That seems ab-
rupt. Ha*(see later) absolutely,
let us start
with the deer.
Choice of poison: sprightly
Sidecars. We shore mailboxes.
I rarely see red
flags anymore, doe.
A Hill Country halt
on asphalt. Anthrax.
Idea of a joke;
putting antlers
on mailboxes*. These Texans.
I lost count
their odorless stink
when fifty dented bumpers
stream
plow an end of tunnel
in the mist. Red
...
#animals
#nature
#monsters
#memories
#frustration
22 reads
8 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2019 7:12pm
23rd Feb 2019 7:12pm
Mosquito
Marked! The morning
is for inspections
of what was taken.
I detect my blood pieces
adrift at sky within
capsules, the apertures
the size of a pore;
tiny purposeful ones, how many
time capsules
have been forgotten?
How many are living?
Like you.
I am deciding
my muscles to dig
up the pearl-skinned
plastic horse
in action- a forelock
perpetually aloft
laying next
to the brother's belly-up
skateboard. The burial
was not marked
as we were captainsure ...
is for inspections
of what was taken.
I detect my blood pieces
adrift at sky within
capsules, the apertures
the size of a pore;
tiny purposeful ones, how many
time capsules
have been forgotten?
How many are living?
Like you.
I am deciding
my muscles to dig
up the pearl-skinned
plastic horse
in action- a forelock
perpetually aloft
laying next
to the brother's belly-up
skateboard. The burial
was not marked
as we were captainsure ...
#brother
#childhood
#memories #nostalgia
#memories #nostalgia
22 reads
12 Comments
FeNyX
Poem Published
28th Jun 2022 5:52am
28th Jun 2022 5:52am
How It Felt
When you're in love every song has more meaning
When you're in love every moment passes too quickly
When you're in love every harsh word is super magnified
When you're in love you hope the journey lasts indefinitely ...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A3QAqZQYLIQ
When you're in love every moment passes too quickly
When you're in love every harsh word is super magnified
When you're in love you hope the journey lasts indefinitely ...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A3QAqZQYLIQ
#love
#memories
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6 Comments
DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Memories
