Least Read Poems About Memories
#memories
Least read poems about memories. Find an undiscovered masterpiece in the DU Poetry least read poems.
Baldwin
Poem Published
20th Jan 2025 7:36pm
20th Jan 2025 7:36pm
Memory
I tell myself
“Do not indulge in memories
of how, before abandonment,
she musicked ,won,
my Oxford nights
with all the feral whisperings
that she once made
close to my ear
of heated love for me.”
What use is there
in doing so
except to be undone.
“Do not indulge in memories
of how, before abandonment,
she musicked ,won,
my Oxford nights
with all the feral whisperings
that she once made
close to my ear
of heated love for me.”
What use is there
in doing so
except to be undone.
#memories
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Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
17th Dec 2024 5:29pm
17th Dec 2024 5:29pm
Some Call It Breakfast
#abuse
#fear
#hate #memories
#hate #memories
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Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
20th Dec 2024 4:27pm
20th Dec 2024 4:27pm
Husk of a shell of my former self
we used to dance
on the beach
naked
in the rain
right by the speakers
gyrating
all in the hips
as the saying goes
who was it that popped that first pill that night?
was it you
me, misremembering some Romeo and Juliet scene, with each putting the pill on the others tongue
the summer Australian heat permeating through the dance floors sweat soaked surface
fuck me you mouthed
as our eyes met from either side of the room
why stop at just one
when your reputation precedes...
on the beach
naked
in the rain
right by the speakers
gyrating
all in the hips
as the saying goes
who was it that popped that first pill that night?
was it you
me, misremembering some Romeo and Juliet scene, with each putting the pill on the others tongue
the summer Australian heat permeating through the dance floors sweat soaked surface
fuck me you mouthed
as our eyes met from either side of the room
why stop at just one
when your reputation precedes...
#LifeAsAWriter
#memories
#philosophical
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oldmanG
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 10:25am
18th Dec 2024 10:25am
15 Billion
15 billion miles from Earth
My son sits and wonders what’s beyond the universe
A bunny hops into the grass and we laugh and giggle
I think my son can be an Astronaut for Ages
We stare at the sky sometimes I don’t know why
We watch 3 crows chase a bigger Hawk
We always appreciate the beauty of nature
Go in the back yard pitch baseballs in the net
As we do, me and you are like me,we are on a string
See bumble bees times two buzzing around us
So we throw the ball back and forth ...
My son sits and wonders what’s beyond the universe
A bunny hops into the grass and we laugh and giggle
I think my son can be an Astronaut for Ages
We stare at the sky sometimes I don’t know why
We watch 3 crows chase a bigger Hawk
We always appreciate the beauty of nature
Go in the back yard pitch baseballs in the net
As we do, me and you are like me,we are on a string
See bumble bees times two buzzing around us
So we throw the ball back and forth ...
#astronomy
#father
#memories
#son
#universe
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Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
30th Dec 2024 6:08pm
30th Dec 2024 6:08pm
Back to Michigan
They say you can't go back...
cause it won't be the same...
be it a job, relationship or a hometown -
unless you return in a box...like my daddy.
The body of my father...a very big man
of 500 lbs...was transported by train...
across the state of Michigan from large city
back to his small town birthplace.
I don't know if the town had changed
in the years Dad had been gone...
as I had never been there before...
he had moved to a bigger city after Vietnam.
The funeral director named off others
with our...
cause it won't be the same...
be it a job, relationship or a hometown -
unless you return in a box...like my daddy.
The body of my father...a very big man
of 500 lbs...was transported by train...
across the state of Michigan from large city
back to his small town birthplace.
I don't know if the town had changed
in the years Dad had been gone...
as I had never been there before...
he had moved to a bigger city after Vietnam.
The funeral director named off others
with our...
#death
#father
#grief #memories
#grief #memories
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DetectiveOGasm
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 12:02pm
4th Feb 2025 12:02pm
The Preservation Of Our Enchantments
Hanson wonders if the coordinates on the message board would direct more traffic to it. Largely undiscovered due to the unmaintained roads and proximity to a major city, its privacy has been well protected for those with the enthusiastic but discreet sense for such adventures. Hanson prefers that it stay that way, infuriated to see that it has gone public. It would pose a risk for those like himself, who have found such liberations on its shore.
He ropes Beth and Stu into joining him Saturday for the hour drive to survey the scene. They have all enjoyed the intoxicating...
He ropes Beth and Stu into joining him Saturday for the hour drive to survey the scene. They have all enjoyed the intoxicating...
#beach
#fiction
#memories
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hackerstacker
Poem Published
4th Oct 2018 11:31pm
4th Oct 2018 11:31pm
There way
There way
We men have not a thing to say
When comes to sex or any other thing
She loves to be in controls all
As we are just puppets to do there will
We have to eat them when we forced face down
Are dick’s not ours any more?
We are tolled wear to put it and when
As well how
As puppets on a string
We bend at there will
We love their fruit to lick suck
Place our dicks in their holes why we think we
Control them in sex
Be not fooled we are not in control
By hackerstacker
...
We men have not a thing to say
When comes to sex or any other thing
She loves to be in controls all
As we are just puppets to do there will
We have to eat them when we forced face down
Are dick’s not ours any more?
We are tolled wear to put it and when
As well how
As puppets on a string
We bend at there will
We love their fruit to lick suck
Place our dicks in their holes why we think we
Control them in sex
Be not fooled we are not in control
By hackerstacker
...
#memories
#historical
#passion
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 10:52am
22nd Jan 2025 10:52am
The Land Of Childhood Dreams
There is a town far away.
That we can access,night and day.
There lives our childhood hopes and dreams.
That are real,and not on ocean screens.
There is full of memories and laughter.
Where adventure awaits.
Where you never lose the ticket to.
And you get nostalgia filled plates.
They say it goes once you grow up far away.
But you can access it any day.
You can feel the nostalgia.
You can feel the bliss.
Like the emotions you felt gave you a forehead kiss.
There are all your memories and friends. ...
That we can access,night and day.
There lives our childhood hopes and dreams.
That are real,and not on ocean screens.
There is full of memories and laughter.
Where adventure awaits.
Where you never lose the ticket to.
And you get nostalgia filled plates.
They say it goes once you grow up far away.
But you can access it any day.
You can feel the nostalgia.
You can feel the bliss.
Like the emotions you felt gave you a forehead kiss.
There are all your memories and friends. ...
#hope
#memories
#motivational
#nostalgia
#uplifting
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Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
9th Feb 2025 00:12am
9th Feb 2025 00:12am
Faded flames
Faded flames haunt my memories
A summer rain that brings reprieve
From the scorching earth heat
Yet their stay never lingers
Only the cool comfort
Of that beautiful time and place
When soundtrack sounds surround
Whisking and wishing us
To new and untouched lands
And the secret of knowing
In that moment
Nothing else mattered, but us
A summer rain that brings reprieve
From the scorching earth heat
Yet their stay never lingers
Only the cool comfort
Of that beautiful time and place
When soundtrack sounds surround
Whisking and wishing us
To new and untouched lands
And the secret of knowing
In that moment
Nothing else mattered, but us
#bittersweet
#heartbroken
#memories
#nostalgia
#regret
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 9:01pm
17th Jan 2025 9:01pm
Secrets - A Tense Conversation
We sit on the car park wall opposite Gordon's studio flat. The night air has a calming effect that leaves me exhausted, although perspiration continues to stream from my forehead and down my face, soaking my jumper and t-shirt. I take off my jacket, place it by my feet. Seeing this, Gordon gives a nervous laugh.
'Hey, peace man. No hard feelings. I hope you're not going to ask me to fight you.'
'No,' I say.
'That's good 'cos I don't fight mates.'
Tiny stars dance before my eyes. I feel dizzy, as if my blood pressure's dropped suddenly....
'Hey, peace man. No hard feelings. I hope you're not going to ask me to fight you.'
'No,' I say.
'That's good 'cos I don't fight mates.'
Tiny stars dance before my eyes. I feel dizzy, as if my blood pressure's dropped suddenly....
#friendship
#memories
#mystery #risk
#mystery #risk
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 1:34pm
23rd Jan 2025 1:34pm
Spilling Sands
Time echoes aloft,
The hourglass spills,
silver grains falling soft.
Moments slide into the past,
Minutes now forever lost.
The clock ticks,
a heartbeat on the wall.
Gears turn without end,
Hands move forward,
never pausing,
never looking back.
Minutes slip through brass fingers.
Hours drift like whispers in the wind.
Rust creeps in,
but the gears still turn.
Time hums its endless song.
Copyright Malcolm Gladwin
23 January 2025
Spilling Sand © 23 January 2025, Malcolm...
The hourglass spills,
silver grains falling soft.
Moments slide into the past,
Minutes now forever lost.
The clock ticks,
a heartbeat on the wall.
Gears turn without end,
Hands move forward,
never pausing,
never looking back.
Minutes slip through brass fingers.
Hours drift like whispers in the wind.
Rust creeps in,
but the gears still turn.
Time hums its endless song.
Copyright Malcolm Gladwin
23 January 2025
Spilling Sand © 23 January 2025, Malcolm...
#memories
#MovingOn
#nostalgia
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beanbandit
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 3:03am
30th Jan 2025 3:03am
Question
I already seen the past
Now I just wanna know the question
What the fuck am I to be learning
If "that's" the lesson?
Who tracks the quest then?
When I lack suggestions?
Tired of standing backwards
Guessing
So safe in my puddle
All the answers reflecting
The rain she come cleanse me
But she keeps me...
The best thing?
The world rushes past
I do my dance
Do I lessen?
Shush, that’s depressing
Even fools do half a spin
that’s just destined
So I make what’s mine?
That’s not a question
Now I just wanna know the question
What the fuck am I to be learning
If "that's" the lesson?
Who tracks the quest then?
When I lack suggestions?
Tired of standing backwards
Guessing
So safe in my puddle
All the answers reflecting
The rain she come cleanse me
But she keeps me...
The best thing?
The world rushes past
I do my dance
Do I lessen?
Shush, that’s depressing
Even fools do half a spin
that’s just destined
So I make what’s mine?
That’s not a question
#healing
#memories
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