Long Poems About Memories
#memories
Long poems about memories. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
She Stands Alone, Yet Never Alone
Alone I stand in Miami,
One-bedroom dreams, a downsize from a life I once knew.
Four-bedroom echoes still whisper in my mind,
But here...here, I am free.
The ocean hums my name like it’s always known me,
Like it’s been waiting for me to wake up.
Sunrise kisses the waves like they belong together,
Like they’ve never known separation
And I wonder, is that what I’m learning?
To belong to myself, fully.
To trust that even when I feel alone,
I am exactly where I am meant to be.
Dreams I once scribbled in secret
Became my...
One-bedroom dreams, a downsize from a life I once knew.
Four-bedroom echoes still whisper in my mind,
But here...here, I am free.
The ocean hums my name like it’s always known me,
Like it’s been waiting for me to wake up.
Sunrise kisses the waves like they belong together,
Like they’ve never known separation
And I wonder, is that what I’m learning?
To belong to myself, fully.
To trust that even when I feel alone,
I am exactly where I am meant to be.
Dreams I once scribbled in secret
Became my...
#gratitude
#happiness
#hope
#memories
#SelfReflection
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Secrets - The Night He Fled
Late on Sunday night, I fix a mug of coffee and update the secret journal. I'm not a psychologist. I don't know why people block out memories or reinvent them or conveniently stash them away in the hope of forgetting, but I've been remembering more stuff this evening – stuff to do with Gordon as a boy and an incident on the estate that caused tension between his parents and mine. Meeting up with Gordon again has somehow touched on this other stuff.
New Entry:
I'm not sure when the event in question occurred, perhaps a year before the murder, but definitely in the middle of a...
New Entry:
I'm not sure when the event in question occurred, perhaps a year before the murder, but definitely in the middle of a...
#family
#friendship
#grief
#memories
#mystery
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Good Night
Amy's waking up to a half-empty bed
Looks around for her other half
It's me, I'm by the window, looking out at the rain
Another winter's come to freeze the dark
She says she's ok
I wish I knew the truth
She shivers and stutters over the cold
I guess we were children in ice
She wraps her arms around me like a blanket all tight and warm
Says "I'm sorry..."
What for?
"I'm sorry I'm leaving"
Why?
"Because you deserve better and I'm freezing"
Amy's the chill in the air that shivers on my...
Looks around for her other half
It's me, I'm by the window, looking out at the rain
Another winter's come to freeze the dark
She says she's ok
I wish I knew the truth
She shivers and stutters over the cold
I guess we were children in ice
She wraps her arms around me like a blanket all tight and warm
Says "I'm sorry..."
What for?
"I'm sorry I'm leaving"
Why?
"Because you deserve better and I'm freezing"
Amy's the chill in the air that shivers on my...
#love
#memories
#sadness
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hands~
I recognize you
So delicately
By the sight of your hands
Memories tease my brain
Of fingertips tracing my every curve
I told you I hated them
So you pulled them closer to you
Tangling us into one
To feel every scar
Caused by prior wounds and broken skin
You loved them
I could never wrap my head around that
To be admired for the things that kept me up at night
Violent depictions for me
Were glimpses that made your voice shake
Hips that fit...
So delicately
By the sight of your hands
Memories tease my brain
Of fingertips tracing my every curve
I told you I hated them
So you pulled them closer to you
Tangling us into one
To feel every scar
Caused by prior wounds and broken skin
You loved them
I could never wrap my head around that
To be admired for the things that kept me up at night
Violent depictions for me
Were glimpses that made your voice shake
Hips that fit...
#hurt
#love
#lust
#memories
#passion
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Secret Family Tree
From what I can remember when we all gathered together, at Big Mama's house where the elders of the women's, would prepare a Home Town cook out for gathering, for the family. IT was a time that I will never forget. As it was a gathering of the elders and uncles and aunts and sisters and brothers, with their off springs children running around playing children games. While the olders people would play cards or shuffle board games, as the elders would look out and see the families all together in one place. Yet they could be found sitting up under a old oak tree, in the shade of the afternoon...
#childhood
#confusion
#memories
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
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*Vulnerable*
I struggle to write love poems
It’s easier to rip out my heart and show you how it bleeds
Gripped and dripping down impulsively tattooed arms and dampened sleeves
Staining the shirts of those who are never coming back
But wearing occasionally just to breathe their scent
One last time..
Before washing them in grey and faded memories
It feels dull
And emptiness starts to fill the skull
Biting down on chapped lips in a room of unfamiliar faces
Hoping one of them emanates a purple hue ...
It’s easier to rip out my heart and show you how it bleeds
Gripped and dripping down impulsively tattooed arms and dampened sleeves
Staining the shirts of those who are never coming back
But wearing occasionally just to breathe their scent
One last time..
Before washing them in grey and faded memories
It feels dull
And emptiness starts to fill the skull
Biting down on chapped lips in a room of unfamiliar faces
Hoping one of them emanates a purple hue ...
#heartbroken
#love
#memories
#SelfReflection
#vulnerability
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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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remembering sunsets with you (lyrics)
Verse]
One taste of your lips
and I'm so gone (so gone)
ignoring all the warning signs
that tell me you'll break my heart
because when you touch me
I'm so gone (so gone)
wrapped up in the taste of you
[Chorus]
Tell me you love me
tell me I'm your everything
tell me this love will last forever
cause I don't want to be
anywhere else but here with you
lost in our ocean of heaven
(ocean of heaven)
[Verse 2]
You're all smiles and darkness
and the right amount of weird
it almost...
One taste of your lips
and I'm so gone (so gone)
ignoring all the warning signs
that tell me you'll break my heart
because when you touch me
I'm so gone (so gone)
wrapped up in the taste of you
[Chorus]
Tell me you love me
tell me I'm your everything
tell me this love will last forever
cause I don't want to be
anywhere else but here with you
lost in our ocean of heaven
(ocean of heaven)
[Verse 2]
You're all smiles and darkness
and the right amount of weird
it almost...
#love
#lover
#memories
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And now a true story
My childhood friend Kirby and I once hypnotized a frog in the summer of 88. We found a rock on the lake's shoreline that looked like an emerald. We believed the rock had super powers. An hour later, we found the frog. We began rubbing the rock on the top of it's forehead. It was amazing. The frog was hypnotized. (We thought) We weren't sure though on how to unhyptnotize the frog. Instead, we kept the frog and fed it to Kirby's German Sheppard, named Bear. That was the 1st time his dog tasted frog! 'oui oui'
After Bear had lunch, we went inside to see Kirby's Grandma. This old...
After Bear had lunch, we went inside to see Kirby's Grandma. This old...
#childhood
#friendship
#memories
#ShortStory
#summer
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My Heart Smiled
I’ve always had a fascination with the automobile. Growing up I loved my Hot Wheels collection above all other toys. Would always look at the stamp on the bottom of the car, so I could learn: make, model, year.
My dad worked on cars for extra money when I was young. He wasn’t a certified mechanic but he knew how to work on them. I even remember he did minor body work, and painted them as well. He pulled engines and transmissions, and other items before taking them off to be crushed.
My favorite car he worked on was a 1968 Mercury Cougar. It was blue and had a...
My dad worked on cars for extra money when I was young. He wasn’t a certified mechanic but he knew how to work on them. I even remember he did minor body work, and painted them as well. He pulled engines and transmissions, and other items before taking them off to be crushed.
My favorite car he worked on was a 1968 Mercury Cougar. It was blue and had a...
#memories
#nostalgia
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Gone Now
Yeah, come on
Yeah, another day
Yeah another struggle
Another another story
Another book
I lost too many to the struggle
I see their faces every time I'm starin' deep in the puddle
Reminiscin' 'bout them nights we had to hustle through trouble
They say it gets easier, but I still feel the rubble
He wonder what he did to deserve
Another homie in the casket, name stitched in the curb
I seen it all before, so nothin' really seem to disturb
Another five-man procession, dressed in all black furs
God is the...
Yeah, another day
Yeah another struggle
Another another story
Another book
I lost too many to the struggle
I see their faces every time I'm starin' deep in the puddle
Reminiscin' 'bout them nights we had to hustle through trouble
They say it gets easier, but I still feel the rubble
He wonder what he did to deserve
Another homie in the casket, name stitched in the curb
I seen it all before, so nothin' really seem to disturb
Another five-man procession, dressed in all black furs
God is the...
#memories
#sadness
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Four for the Road
Four for the Road
I Walpi
Bruja voice of a thousand tears
Takes us to the sky born wheel
Where pueblo wonders through centuries
Upon flower mesa that blossoms love
For children of dusty walls
Whose cast iron dreams
Are a coal stove in a pottery room
With a lady of ancient designs
Whose smile is the murmuring sun
That glimmers through a veil of sand
When her ceramic children
With motifs as sacred as the land
Are too strange for homes of...
I Walpi
Bruja voice of a thousand tears
Takes us to the sky born wheel
Where pueblo wonders through centuries
Upon flower mesa that blossoms love
For children of dusty walls
Whose cast iron dreams
Are a coal stove in a pottery room
With a lady of ancient designs
Whose smile is the murmuring sun
That glimmers through a veil of sand
When her ceramic children
With motifs as sacred as the land
Are too strange for homes of...
#city
#desert
#memories
#spiritual
#travel
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Memories