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.
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
15th May 2024 8:52pm
15th May 2024 8:52pm
Crushed Into Apathy
Systolic
moving through the body diabolic
mom locked all the doors
and dad’s an alcoholic
Diastolic
at rest in amniotic
yanked out and discarded
fully fucking chaotic
Pressure
cuts himself but not the tether
bouquets upon every grave
flowers never smelled fresher
Squeeze
a little caustic disease
look at what you created
crying to me from your knees
Explosion
what a crazy notion
it’s the aftermath of daisies
welcome to a mind’s erosion
moving through the body diabolic
mom locked all the doors
and dad’s an alcoholic
Diastolic
at rest in amniotic
yanked out and discarded
fully fucking chaotic
Pressure
cuts himself but not the tether
bouquets upon every grave
flowers never smelled fresher
Squeeze
a little caustic disease
look at what you created
crying to me from your knees
Explosion
what a crazy notion
it’s the aftermath of daisies
welcome to a mind’s erosion
#family
#memories
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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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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
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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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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
28 reads
21 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 2:54pm
11th Feb 2025 2:54pm
The Most Beautiful Of All Memories!
Magic moments in my life
Have been rare, and scarce
But helping with my daughters birth
Was beyond all compare
More wonderful than a summers day
And it's myriad beauty on display
Our daughter, was an anniversary gift to one another
A gift of love, like no other
She'[s brought sunshine
Into a cold, and icy March prelude
Light as a feather, and at first subdued
I'm still in awe, and wonder
At an amazing midwife so true
Who helped me, help my partner through
The culmination, a few days shy of thirty seven weeks
The early...
Have been rare, and scarce
But helping with my daughters birth
Was beyond all compare
More wonderful than a summers day
And it's myriad beauty on display
Our daughter, was an anniversary gift to one another
A gift of love, like no other
She'[s brought sunshine
Into a cold, and icy March prelude
Light as a feather, and at first subdued
I'm still in awe, and wonder
At an amazing midwife so true
Who helped me, help my partner through
The culmination, a few days shy of thirty seven weeks
The early...
#birthday
#daughter
#happiness
#love
#memories
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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
rubyredheart
Poem Published
15th Jan 2025 1:19am
15th Jan 2025 1:19am
Monday, September 22, 2008 (edited)
night rhythm
it seems
there's another life somewhere
his name whispers in my mind
and sometimes on my lips
in those fleeting nighttime moments
between
neither sleeping, nor awake
it is a sterile, empty, lonely word
spoken by some recessed memory
and yet it haunts
nearly every
every night
where and when
was this repetitive, beating silence
etched?
that night…
it seems
there's another life somewhere
his name whispers in my mind
and sometimes on my lips
in those fleeting nighttime moments
between
neither sleeping, nor awake
it is a sterile, empty, lonely word
spoken by some recessed memory
and yet it haunts
nearly every
every night
where and when
was this repetitive, beating silence
etched?
that night…
#memories
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
28th Dec 2017 7:52am
28th Dec 2017 7:52am
Celebrating You
Today is your special day
And even though you are a heaven away
We carry the cherished memory of you
Remembering 65 years ago today
You were born into the world
To bless our lives and touch our hearts.
You were heaven sent, a borrowed gift to us.
You were in the Earth but not of this world
You played the role of mom & friend
But Lord knows you were His angel
Sent with a mission to show us the perfect unity
That exists in heaven
Among the angels and saints
.
You were the glue that bound us together
Now you are gone,...
And even though you are a heaven away
We carry the cherished memory of you
Remembering 65 years ago today
You were born into the world
To bless our lives and touch our hearts.
You were heaven sent, a borrowed gift to us.
You were in the Earth but not of this world
You played the role of mom & friend
But Lord knows you were His angel
Sent with a mission to show us the perfect unity
That exists in heaven
Among the angels and saints
.
You were the glue that bound us together
Now you are gone,...
#love
#religion
#angels
#heaven
#memories
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