Long Poems About Memories
#memories
Long poems about memories. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
21st Apr 2024 3:29am
21st Apr 2024 3:29am
How Wicca Led Me to Islam and Redemption: Part Two
- How Wicca Led Me to Islam and Redemption: Part Two -
At the end of my long life as Ishtar, when I was still going by the name of Ereshkigal, I retired from ruling over Kurnugia and left it in the care of Nergal whilst I went away to live with Lilith in her home by the shores of the Red Sea. Many times, the Anunnaki sent messengers to myself and to Lilith to get us to come back to them and every time we refused to do so. Eventually, despite my body being pretty much the latest model synthetic android designed to last for thousands of years... wear and tear, and a general lack of...
At the end of my long life as Ishtar, when I was still going by the name of Ereshkigal, I retired from ruling over Kurnugia and left it in the care of Nergal whilst I went away to live with Lilith in her home by the shores of the Red Sea. Many times, the Anunnaki sent messengers to myself and to Lilith to get us to come back to them and every time we refused to do so. Eventually, despite my body being pretty much the latest model synthetic android designed to last for thousands of years... wear and tear, and a general lack of...
#memories
#philosophical
#rebirth
#religion
#spiritual
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
21st Apr 2024 3:11am
21st Apr 2024 3:11am
How Wicca Led Me to Islam and Redemption: Part One
- How Wicca Led Me to Islam and Redemption: Part One -
This is a work explaining how it was that I came to Islam from having been a Wiccan previously, and how it does not contradict... but rather enhances and expands upon... all of my previous beliefs. Likely, the best place to begin with, should always be the origination of things. And, for me, the start of all my spiritual undertakings was the year 1991, when I was seventeen years old. The year previous, sometime after the death of my first love Andrea, I was contacted by a girl named Lilith who physically was, to so look at...
This is a work explaining how it was that I came to Islam from having been a Wiccan previously, and how it does not contradict... but rather enhances and expands upon... all of my previous beliefs. Likely, the best place to begin with, should always be the origination of things. And, for me, the start of all my spiritual undertakings was the year 1991, when I was seventeen years old. The year previous, sometime after the death of my first love Andrea, I was contacted by a girl named Lilith who physically was, to so look at...
#memories
#philosophical
#rebirth
#religion
#spiritual
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buddhakitty
Poem Published
19th Apr 2024 3:00am
19th Apr 2024 3:00am
AND IN THIS CORNER!
summer
nights
the type of nights
when the gods
laugh the
most
walking downtown
looking at cracks
in the sidewalks
the ghost of old
buildings remembered
now long gone
found myself in
the more reprobate
part of town
noticed a good crowd
outside the Sportsman
bar
found an empty spot
to stand
...
nights
the type of nights
when the gods
laugh the
most
walking downtown
looking at cracks
in the sidewalks
the ghost of old
buildings remembered
now long gone
found myself in
the more reprobate
part of town
noticed a good crowd
outside the Sportsman
bar
found an empty spot
to stand
...
#memories
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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
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WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
14th Apr 2024 2:14pm
14th Apr 2024 2:14pm
crushed cookies
14 of 30
she used to look at me like she hated me
...my mother's mother...
wanted to erase my existence from her reality
mom always said it was all in my head
...that I was just being too sensitive
{I got that a lot growing up...}
until one holiday when I was 15
that woman sent a box of presents
lovely wrapped packages for mom & my sister
...complete with shimmery bows & pretty labels
each of them receiving warm fluffy robes
{they even had big pockets!}
...& matching slippers for them both ...
she used to look at me like she hated me
...my mother's mother...
wanted to erase my existence from her reality
mom always said it was all in my head
...that I was just being too sensitive
{I got that a lot growing up...}
until one holiday when I was 15
that woman sent a box of presents
lovely wrapped packages for mom & my sister
...complete with shimmery bows & pretty labels
each of them receiving warm fluffy robes
{they even had big pockets!}
...& matching slippers for them both ...
#hate
#rejection
#memories
#disappointment
#NaPoWriMo2024
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
8th Apr 2024 1:32am
8th Apr 2024 1:32am
A Persian Warrior
- A Persian Warrior -
In a time known to history, but forgotten by man,
The mighty Persian army brought low old Babylon.
Great was Babylon, that empire across the sand…
But the power of old Persia had that lost war won,
Leaving blood and desolation, both far and near.
I was there when the Ishtar Gate fell into splinters!
I was there when the proud kings knew utter fear.
My axe held high, the steel in the sun ever glitters,
But that light is soon covered in the blood of men,
And you keep being told to take a life yet again…
King...
In a time known to history, but forgotten by man,
The mighty Persian army brought low old Babylon.
Great was Babylon, that empire across the sand…
But the power of old Persia had that lost war won,
Leaving blood and desolation, both far and near.
I was there when the Ishtar Gate fell into splinters!
I was there when the proud kings knew utter fear.
My axe held high, the steel in the sun ever glitters,
But that light is soon covered in the blood of men,
And you keep being told to take a life yet again…
King...
#kindness
#war
#memories
#redemption
#historical
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deadwolf
Poem Published
7th Apr 2024 11:56am
7th Apr 2024 11:56am
Random Ramblins #11 - 1980
1980; I remember John Lennon being shot,
My parents cried,
It was the first time I seen grownups cry;
It was a moment of confusion, and deep despair,
My dad pulled me aside, kneeling down, he talked to me;
I ask why everyone is sad, and crying,
For I never seen my parents, or my Tia’s and Tio’s cry before,
He said the world changed, the world is changing, now,
They had just shot someone very special, like in the movies,
And everything is different now,
With John gone, a dream is gone now too,
A movement and a vision for a more...
My parents cried,
It was the first time I seen grownups cry;
It was a moment of confusion, and deep despair,
My dad pulled me aside, kneeling down, he talked to me;
I ask why everyone is sad, and crying,
For I never seen my parents, or my Tia’s and Tio’s cry before,
He said the world changed, the world is changing, now,
They had just shot someone very special, like in the movies,
And everything is different now,
With John gone, a dream is gone now too,
A movement and a vision for a more...
#memories
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
5th Apr 2024 11:34pm
5th Apr 2024 11:34pm
AS I ORBIT THESE CITY SIDEWALKS (6-31-1990; San Diego, California)
all these hard city sidewalks
and streets
hot asphalt
and cracked broken concrete
measured by feelings
under my weak weary
tired stepping feet
bring long passed forgotten
ghost s histories
and their still resonantly lingering
echoing blues to mind
from all the varied me s and you s
who ve passed over these very same
paths walkways streets and roads before...
and streets
hot asphalt
and cracked broken concrete
measured by feelings
under my weak weary
tired stepping feet
bring long passed forgotten
ghost s histories
and their still resonantly lingering
echoing blues to mind
from all the varied me s and you s
who ve passed over these very same
paths walkways streets and roads before...
#identity
#memories
#SelfReflection
#FeelingLost
#emptiness
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2024 8:30pm
3rd Apr 2024 8:30pm
First experience at Six Flags Great Adventure
In July this will mark the 40th anniversary of my 1st time at Six Flags Great Adventure in Jackson New Jersey.
Prior to Great Adventure, I had some experience with Amusement Parks. My parents and grandparents have taken me to Adventureland in Farmingdale Long Island since 1980. My first roller coaster experience was there in 1982. Accompanied by my father, I rode a coaster called the Galaxy. A simplistic, figure 8 coaster that hit speeds of 30 mph. At that time, I thought it was the greatest thing on Earth!
In 1983 my parents took my brother & I to Disney World. That...
Prior to Great Adventure, I had some experience with Amusement Parks. My parents and grandparents have taken me to Adventureland in Farmingdale Long Island since 1980. My first roller coaster experience was there in 1982. Accompanied by my father, I rode a coaster called the Galaxy. A simplistic, figure 8 coaster that hit speeds of 30 mph. At that time, I thought it was the greatest thing on Earth!
In 1983 my parents took my brother & I to Disney World. That...
#family
#anniversary
#memories
#nostalgia
#ThrillSeeking
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ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2024 10:59am
2nd Apr 2024 10:59am
Quicksand
Quicksand
--Nacton Shores--
On Sundays,
when shadows had lifted from my Mother
like a Victorian veil,
she'd pick me up, take me shoring.
We'd walk the long stiff length of Orwell.
I'd run off ahead -
hunting dead wood, dragon heads,
mermaids all dried out.
I'd observe traversing opportunities,
steep, eroding cliffs,
roots digging fingers
into earth for generations.
The tattered remains of jellyfish
often wedge within this sand,
become hunter's fodder.
and I, merciless,
...
--Nacton Shores--
On Sundays,
when shadows had lifted from my Mother
like a Victorian veil,
she'd pick me up, take me shoring.
We'd walk the long stiff length of Orwell.
I'd run off ahead -
hunting dead wood, dragon heads,
mermaids all dried out.
I'd observe traversing opportunities,
steep, eroding cliffs,
roots digging fingers
into earth for generations.
The tattered remains of jellyfish
often wedge within this sand,
become hunter's fodder.
and I, merciless,
...
#death
#home
#memories #acceptance
#memories #acceptance
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
29th Mar 2024 7:23pm
29th Mar 2024 7:23pm
Chocolate Bunnies
To me Easter is very similar to Thanksgiving. Lots of amazing food, desserts and family who I enjoy to be around. I am NOT a religious person at all. My immediate family aren't either. Just like Xmas, there is no true celebration in the deep meaning of what these holidays are about. It's more of a food orgy and welcoming family I don't see to often.
When I was a little kid, the house was decorated with plastic eggs, Easter bunnies, ornate, colorful, flowery decor's (purples, light greens, pink) for spring and other nick-knacks. My mother would try & encourage my...
When I was a little kid, the house was decorated with plastic eggs, Easter bunnies, ornate, colorful, flowery decor's (purples, light greens, pink) for spring and other nick-knacks. My mother would try & encourage my...
#family
#Easter
#food
#memories
#nostalgia
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lorileemack101
Lori
Lori
Poem Published
27th Mar 2024 6:17pm
27th Mar 2024 6:17pm
Thank You
I want to thank you for raising me.
I know you could have pushed me to the side,
And did things like all the other kids did.
I want to thank you for practicing wrestling moves on me.
It taught me how to defend myself.
That's why the streets didn't conquer me.
I want to thank you stepping in and taking moms place,
When I was scared and had nightmares.
You were always there to fight off my demons.
I want to thank you for teaching me,
How to open our hidden Christmas presents,
And wrapping them back up, ...
I know you could have pushed me to the side,
And did things like all the other kids did.
I want to thank you for practicing wrestling moves on me.
It taught me how to defend myself.
That's why the streets didn't conquer me.
I want to thank you stepping in and taking moms place,
When I was scared and had nightmares.
You were always there to fight off my demons.
I want to thank you for teaching me,
How to open our hidden Christmas presents,
And wrapping them back up, ...
#brother
#memories
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