Least Read Poems About Memories
#memories
Least read poems about memories. Find an undiscovered masterpiece in the DU Poetry least read poems.
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
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
18th Apr 2024 5:43am
18th Apr 2024 5:43am
Bonding With My Chief
Long Bow was dad's name
and mine, Straight Arrow
At least once a week
when we'd meet
with our tribe
of YMCA Indian Guides.
Fathers and sons
seated in a circle
all in dark yellow
headband arrayed
each with a real feather displayed
from the tail
of a synthetic bird of prey.
Also, a tan suede vest
with our names burned in
And covered in
primary colored, ironed on badges.
Around our necks
hung an articulated breastplate
we made of genuine bleached bones
with no marrow
from slaughtered ...
and mine, Straight Arrow
At least once a week
when we'd meet
with our tribe
of YMCA Indian Guides.
Fathers and sons
seated in a circle
all in dark yellow
headband arrayed
each with a real feather displayed
from the tail
of a synthetic bird of prey.
Also, a tan suede vest
with our names burned in
And covered in
primary colored, ironed on badges.
Around our necks
hung an articulated breastplate
we made of genuine bleached bones
with no marrow
from slaughtered ...
#family
#father
#happiness
#love
#memories
23 reads
2 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
24 reads
11 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
13th Apr 2024 11:43am
13th Apr 2024 11:43am
Best In Hue - Swatch 2
British racing green
was the color of dad's
beloved roadster
a 1950 MG TD
Recalling with what glee
he'd navigate our town.
Tweed racing cap worn
like a crown
the cars black top down
his crew of
pint-sized mechanics
perched on red
Upolstered rumble seat.
with wide grins
all the onlookers we'd greet.
The car long since
dismantled
and papa's recent demise.
forces me to see
through fond recollection's eyes.
Photo, by Georgi Petrov , found on Pexels
was the color of dad's
beloved roadster
a 1950 MG TD
Recalling with what glee
he'd navigate our town.
Tweed racing cap worn
like a crown
the cars black top down
his crew of
pint-sized mechanics
perched on red
Upolstered rumble seat.
with wide grins
all the onlookers we'd greet.
The car long since
dismantled
and papa's recent demise.
forces me to see
through fond recollection's eyes.
Photo, by Georgi Petrov , found on Pexels
#happiness
#love
#cars #memories
#cars #memories
24 reads
3 Comments
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
25 reads
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
28 reads
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
Lozzamus
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 1:09pm
15th Apr 2024 1:09pm
Silent - Pursued
Two Years Ago, Lucy
No good, Jace mouthed to her. I'll text you later.
The lad Gavin had calmed down, though not totally. He remained shaky and close to tears. The explosion of sheer emotion had shocked her. She decided to leave and let Jace and Gavin talk among themselves, as she'd already worked out what must have happened: the girl in black, Philippa. Another witch, from the sounds of it.
Her half-sister.
Earlier.
Jace told her about Philippa when they'd met at six-thirty. The facts fitted, as she'd always known that Dad had an...
No good, Jace mouthed to her. I'll text you later.
The lad Gavin had calmed down, though not totally. He remained shaky and close to tears. The explosion of sheer emotion had shocked her. She decided to leave and let Jace and Gavin talk among themselves, as she'd already worked out what must have happened: the girl in black, Philippa. Another witch, from the sounds of it.
Her half-sister.
Earlier.
Jace told her about Philippa when they'd met at six-thirty. The facts fitted, as she'd always known that Dad had an...
#memories
#mystery
#obsession #risk
#obsession #risk
32 reads
4 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
13th Apr 2024 2:40am
13th Apr 2024 2:40am
Best In Hue - Swatch 1
A mixture
of bright, sunny yellow
and every shade of blue.
Green, is the color of the spectrum
that best describes my moods.
A fanfare of green
ushers in Spring
Signaling “GO,”
you plants can grow
after languishing
in long Winter's dormancy.
The color of memories
of cutting grass,
picking weeds, planting annuals
comforting scent of soil
grounding my peace,
globs of cool earth
caking my knees.
The love of Gaia
envelopes me
when walking in forests
of evergreens
unconditional love ...
of bright, sunny yellow
and every shade of blue.
Green, is the color of the spectrum
that best describes my moods.
A fanfare of green
ushers in Spring
Signaling “GO,”
you plants can grow
after languishing
in long Winter's dormancy.
The color of memories
of cutting grass,
picking weeds, planting annuals
comforting scent of soil
grounding my peace,
globs of cool earth
caking my knees.
The love of Gaia
envelopes me
when walking in forests
of evergreens
unconditional love ...
#love
#nature
#peace
#memories
#art
33 reads
3 Comments
Aquatic-Vehicle
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:58am
Yesterday 6:58am
Nostalgia
Memories suffocate my mind,
Bliss when Mom was alive,
The sickly amount of sugar,
Along with the citric tinge on my lips,
A reminder of things that'll never dissipate.
Lemonade makes me nostalgic.
Bliss when Mom was alive,
The sickly amount of sugar,
Along with the citric tinge on my lips,
A reminder of things that'll never dissipate.
Lemonade makes me nostalgic.
#memories
#nostalgia
34 reads
1 Comment
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
37 reads
5 Comments
DetectiveOGasm
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:17pm
Yesterday 12:17pm
Surveying The Room
Sometimes I move through this world
with a swinger's intent,
so many situations
entertained for my selfish delight
that guessing game
of who might play,
When I was coupled
there was a dalliance
or two,
but it was much more innocent
than what you might expect,
but it certainly spiked a heat
crossing from an idea
into a tangible experience
But I will say part of the thrill
was having a willing accomplice
and the bonus of repeats and talk
after such a night concluded
with a swinger's intent,
so many situations
entertained for my selfish delight
that guessing game
of who might play,
When I was coupled
there was a dalliance
or two,
but it was much more innocent
than what you might expect,
but it certainly spiked a heat
crossing from an idea
into a tangible experience
But I will say part of the thrill
was having a willing accomplice
and the bonus of repeats and talk
after such a night concluded
#memories
#SelfDiscovery
#sex
42 reads
4 Comments
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