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.
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
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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
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12 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
#IMissYou
#emotional #memories
#emotional #memories
22 reads
5 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
23 reads
6 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2019 5:36am
22nd Jan 2019 5:36am
the title has been kept by the deity of lost objects
In being direct, I am trying to erect a border.
To finish an idea I have cradled since
entering that gallery. The one with Tom
slightly buzzing. I am finishing
that feeling. To contain that painting
of gas or heat. Rising as Einstein
curves in on himself. No, it’s not
a litmus test turning green.
I think it's what Dali
was doing also. There’s the root,
a quaquaversed tenacity, that extends
to the suns wobbling as dew.
I want to say the way memories carefully
crack. I say people in each spattered ...
To finish an idea I have cradled since
entering that gallery. The one with Tom
slightly buzzing. I am finishing
that feeling. To contain that painting
of gas or heat. Rising as Einstein
curves in on himself. No, it’s not
a litmus test turning green.
I think it's what Dali
was doing also. There’s the root,
a quaquaversed tenacity, that extends
to the suns wobbling as dew.
I want to say the way memories carefully
crack. I say people in each spattered ...
#friendship
#memories
#art #disability
#art #disability
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
5th Mar 2019 8:05am
5th Mar 2019 8:05am
The time is a rashness of seventeen or El Salvador I love you as a country
Your padre had a massage table
set up in the middle of the den
full of rolling r’s. Your friends
who were girls or the other way
scooted around it bee-lined
to the stove for the beans and rice.
Flowering only for the madre.
I used to be much more
bold, poor little ferret. Tossing white fur
through the air onto your dreaming face.
Arms around not me.
I’d want to apologize
to it, getting the wily messenger
involved and all. That...
set up in the middle of the den
full of rolling r’s. Your friends
who were girls or the other way
scooted around it bee-lined
to the stove for the beans and rice.
Flowering only for the madre.
I used to be much more
bold, poor little ferret. Tossing white fur
through the air onto your dreaming face.
Arms around not me.
I’d want to apologize
to it, getting the wily messenger
involved and all. That...
#teens
#breakup
#conflict #memories
#conflict #memories
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10 Comments
Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
17th Feb 2020 2:55am
17th Feb 2020 2:55am
A Cry Within
Sometimes I find myself dwelling in despair,
Each moment bears resemblance of a fortress.
While trying to uncover these panes,
I gaze and my mind gone missing.
As your scent vanished – away into gloomy tenderness of a kiss.
My rainy-sunny days’ echoes in wilderness.
Your memory I carved in chambers of my veins,
The key…. I threw it away.
If teardrops were concrete,
Each letter of your name would be painted on these lips.
Instead they leaked to a place-
I do not have access to be a witness every day.
I used to ponder on what...
Each moment bears resemblance of a fortress.
While trying to uncover these panes,
I gaze and my mind gone missing.
As your scent vanished – away into gloomy tenderness of a kiss.
My rainy-sunny days’ echoes in wilderness.
Your memory I carved in chambers of my veins,
The key…. I threw it away.
If teardrops were concrete,
Each letter of your name would be painted on these lips.
Instead they leaked to a place-
I do not have access to be a witness every day.
I used to ponder on what...
#love
#friendship
#memories
#TimeHeals
#MovingOn
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21 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
20th Feb 2019 5:53am
20th Feb 2019 5:53am
Popcorn
#childhood
#abuse
#MeToo #memories
#MeToo #memories
29 reads
20 Comments
dnzmemn66
Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 10:31pm
28th Feb 2025 10:31pm
The Old Ball Game
Popcorn, Peanuts and Cracker Jacks
Time to learn numbers and names on backs
I remember the games that Dad took me to
I had my glove so I got a ball or two
The organ played
The people would clap
I wore my jersey
And my old ball cap
The sights and sounds
The vendor's food
It all came together
To create the mood
Extra innings
With a walk-off home run
Even the losses
Were part of the fun
So grab your hot dog
Have a coke or a beer
Root for your team
This might be their year
As you go through your...
Time to learn numbers and names on backs
I remember the games that Dad took me to
I had my glove so I got a ball or two
The organ played
The people would clap
I wore my jersey
And my old ball cap
The sights and sounds
The vendor's food
It all came together
To create the mood
Extra innings
With a walk-off home run
Even the losses
Were part of the fun
So grab your hot dog
Have a coke or a beer
Root for your team
This might be their year
As you go through your...
#childhood
#memories
#sports
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0 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 2:57pm
28th Feb 2025 2:57pm
Blindspot
Alone
Lost within the wastelands
Of my imagination
A desolate void
With an abundance
Of forgotten dreams
Which lie, floating
Upon the wings
Of the ethereal
Now lay abandoned
Hidden within the corner
Of an unseeing eye
by Jemia
Lost within the wastelands
Of my imagination
A desolate void
With an abundance
Of forgotten dreams
Which lie, floating
Upon the wings
Of the ethereal
Now lay abandoned
Hidden within the corner
Of an unseeing eye
by Jemia
#LifeAsAWriter
#memories
#philosophical
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2025 10:53am
22nd Feb 2025 10:53am
My Doll
There is a comfort I once used to seek.
From a time I wasn't even able to speak.
It was a doll with beady eyes,her dress pink.
I still remember her black,beady eyes.
And the loads of playing,fantasize.
It had the silkiest,blonde hair.
And her makeup was very fair.
When I was little,I held dear.
And my intentions,attachement towards it was clear.
I still remember the day I received it for my birthday.
My eyes lit up in surprise.
I named her Annabelle,for her beady eyes.
The years passed,and the days went by. ...
From a time I wasn't even able to speak.
It was a doll with beady eyes,her dress pink.
I still remember her black,beady eyes.
And the loads of playing,fantasize.
It had the silkiest,blonde hair.
And her makeup was very fair.
When I was little,I held dear.
And my intentions,attachement towards it was clear.
I still remember the day I received it for my birthday.
My eyes lit up in surprise.
I named her Annabelle,for her beady eyes.
The years passed,and the days went by. ...
#hope
#memories
#nostalgia #uplifting
#nostalgia #uplifting
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 7:46pm
3rd Mar 2025 7:46pm
Secrets - What Really Happened?
Little sleep. Clanking pipes, whistling wind, shadows forming in the dark. An old shed with a broken bicycle. A heap of discarded tyres in an unfamiliar back garden. Gordon leaning over and grinning at me, his front tooth capped with an ivory crown.
And then, I'm a boy of ten once again, legging it down Whaley Hill in the August heat. A shape appears on the Clearing at the bottom of hill. Hands grab me, pushing me against a withered tree. A man's voice threatening to kill me.
'Help,' I struggle to say bolting forward on the sofa bed, my heart hammering in my chest. ...
And then, I'm a boy of ten once again, legging it down Whaley Hill in the August heat. A shape appears on the Clearing at the bottom of hill. Hands grab me, pushing me against a withered tree. A man's voice threatening to kill me.
'Help,' I struggle to say bolting forward on the sofa bed, my heart hammering in my chest. ...
#friendship
#memories
#mystery #risk
#mystery #risk
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