Long Poems About Memories
#memories
Long poems about memories. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
15th Dec 2024 8:53am
15th Dec 2024 8:53am
Me and Bobby...
#memories
#orgasm
#sex
155 reads
3 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
14th Dec 2024 11:55am
14th Dec 2024 11:55am
Secrets - Haunted
I sleep badly, coming to often in the dark to the sound of banging pipes behind the walls and the night wind. Your mum's words to me at the house on Headersleigh Bridge replay each time I drift off, disturbing me again. You know perfectly well why the police came to see us, Alan. They had news for us. I wander over to the sink for a glass of water and switch on the television, leaving the volume on silent to avoid disturbing Robert. I sit wrapped in an old jacket, shivering. I wish Lana were here. I'm too tired to sleep, too tired to concentrate. I feel old.
I drift off again....
I drift off again....
#memories
#mystery
#risk
118 reads
5 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 8:41pm
9th Dec 2024 8:41pm
Devotional Radicals
Little Kenny Dewitt was barely 5 years old when he found out by his parents that his heart was wicked
His parents were religious fanatics, who read the good book each and every hour
They isolated little Harry from the rest of the world
His father worked on the farm producing milk & meat to sell in town
His mother was a stay at home mom, strict and overbearing
Many of the locals didn't even know Harry Sack existed
His parents taught him that in order to be faithful to the lord, you must do what we say or want
Harry was given chores from...
His parents were religious fanatics, who read the good book each and every hour
They isolated little Harry from the rest of the world
His father worked on the farm producing milk & meat to sell in town
His mother was a stay at home mom, strict and overbearing
Many of the locals didn't even know Harry Sack existed
His parents taught him that in order to be faithful to the lord, you must do what we say or want
Harry was given chores from...
#children
#family
#memories
#religion
#violence
106 reads
8 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 1:49am
9th Dec 2024 1:49am
Mad Truths, Confessions, Revelations, and Struggles
#LifeStruggles
#love
#memories
#MentalHealth
#passion
66 reads
0 Comments
Ashriyon
Poem Published
4th Dec 2024 6:27pm
4th Dec 2024 6:27pm
In the Shadow of Stars
When I looked up at the endless night,
Stars twinkled like secrets whispered low,
I asked the heavens, “Where’s the light?
If God is real, where did you go?”
In my heart a storm was brewing,
A tempest of love turned bitter and wild,
For in those dark moments I felt so alone,
With blood on my hands and a heart defiled.
You were my anchor; you were my grace,
But addiction wrapped you in chains of despair,
Each promise made now lost in the space—
Where laughter once danced hangs silence and air. ...
Stars twinkled like secrets whispered low,
I asked the heavens, “Where’s the light?
If God is real, where did you go?”
In my heart a storm was brewing,
A tempest of love turned bitter and wild,
For in those dark moments I felt so alone,
With blood on my hands and a heart defiled.
You were my anchor; you were my grace,
But addiction wrapped you in chains of despair,
Each promise made now lost in the space—
Where laughter once danced hangs silence and air. ...
#childhood
#death
#LookingForLove
#memories
#separation
188 reads
0 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2024 2:22pm
2nd Dec 2024 2:22pm
Secrets - Vow Of Silence
They say the bike race was my idea, that you and the others would have preferred to stay indoors that August Bank Holiday Monday. In the shade where it was nice and cool. But your mum agreed with me. It's a lovely day, she said, why don't you go out and play in the park before school starts again?
Except I lied, according to the evidence. I suggested the local park; that's true. But once we got out, I came up with the idea of going in the opposite direction, to Whaley Hill. Our parents didn't like us going to Whaley Hill, especially the reservoir at the top. They thought the hill...
Except I lied, according to the evidence. I suggested the local park; that's true. But once we got out, I came up with the idea of going in the opposite direction, to Whaley Hill. Our parents didn't like us going to Whaley Hill, especially the reservoir at the top. They thought the hill...
#childhood
#memories
#mystery #risk
#mystery #risk
99 reads
2 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 9:23am
26th Nov 2024 9:23am
Silent - The Dark
Bring back some chocolate anyway. Yes, and some red. If you're having a drink, so am I.'
'Sure.' I give Mel a mock salute and leave, taking the lift down to the ground floor. When I step into the entrance hall, the same creepy silence from earlier greets me, interrupted only by the steady tap of drizzle on the glass dome in the ceiling. I'm standing in darkness. All the lights have gone out. I try one of the switches on the wall. Nothing happens. Odd. For a second or two, I think I hear footsteps on one of the balconies. Light rapid ones.
'Hello?' I call up...
'Sure.' I give Mel a mock salute and leave, taking the lift down to the ground floor. When I step into the entrance hall, the same creepy silence from earlier greets me, interrupted only by the steady tap of drizzle on the glass dome in the ceiling. I'm standing in darkness. All the lights have gone out. I try one of the switches on the wall. Nothing happens. Odd. For a second or two, I think I hear footsteps on one of the balconies. Light rapid ones.
'Hello?' I call up...
#memories
#mystery
#risk
137 reads
4 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 2:01am
26th Nov 2024 2:01am
Eternal Blessing
I was sitting on the porch with my Grandfather, when he made the comment, Thank You God!"
But me in my ignorance, and being school educated, decided in an instance that he didn't
have anything to be thankful for. By mistaking ignorance for intelligence, I quickly took in
all that he had in this world. From little more than a shack for a house, a pair bib overalls
he probably brought before I was born, and a pair brogans suffering from to much mending.
Now my school education taught me that the dumbest question is the unasked ones. So I
asked him,"What...
But me in my ignorance, and being school educated, decided in an instance that he didn't
have anything to be thankful for. By mistaking ignorance for intelligence, I quickly took in
all that he had in this world. From little more than a shack for a house, a pair bib overalls
he probably brought before I was born, and a pair brogans suffering from to much mending.
Now my school education taught me that the dumbest question is the unasked ones. So I
asked him,"What...
#family
#love
#memories
165 reads
10 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2024 11:21am
23rd Nov 2024 11:21am
Secrets - Longing
Okay,' I say, rummaging through the postbox. 'We'll take the lift.'
We step out of the lip, onto the top floor and head right, to my flat. I attempt to open my door. Locked. Strange. I try again. The door opens. I must have left it unlocked earlier. Very odd. I locked it before I drove off to see Gordon Day in Burrington – didn't I?
Or, maybe, I didn't. I was upset earlier, right? About the visit to your parents. I left in a hurry, to see Gordon. I must have forgotten. I won't do that again.
I prepare a shepherd's pie in my flat and cart it over to Mel's...
We step out of the lip, onto the top floor and head right, to my flat. I attempt to open my door. Locked. Strange. I try again. The door opens. I must have left it unlocked earlier. Very odd. I locked it before I drove off to see Gordon Day in Burrington – didn't I?
Or, maybe, I didn't. I was upset earlier, right? About the visit to your parents. I left in a hurry, to see Gordon. I must have forgotten. I won't do that again.
I prepare a shepherd's pie in my flat and cart it over to Mel's...
#family
#memories
#mystery #risk
#mystery #risk
97 reads
4 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2024 3:30am
22nd Nov 2024 3:30am
A Journey to Gehenna and Back Again
#dark
#death
#hell
#memories
#spiritual
53 reads
0 Comments
Samnash
Sam Nash
Sam Nash
Poem Published
20th Nov 2024 10:18pm
20th Nov 2024 10:18pm
B e l o v e d
B e l o v e d ”
I read the word chiseled on that headstone. I have always wondered if that was meant to be the noun “Beloved” or the adjective. Or maybe it was intended to be “Be-Loved.” One or two words, different meanings, different pronunciations, I can never tell.
I kneel on the damp ground on that cold December day, the same day of every year for the past eleven years. The day I lay my wreath and wait.
After sunset she comes on exactly that single day of the year. She kneels next to me holding one single rose in her hand and lays it next...
I read the word chiseled on that headstone. I have always wondered if that was meant to be the noun “Beloved” or the adjective. Or maybe it was intended to be “Be-Loved.” One or two words, different meanings, different pronunciations, I can never tell.
I kneel on the damp ground on that cold December day, the same day of every year for the past eleven years. The day I lay my wreath and wait.
After sunset she comes on exactly that single day of the year. She kneels next to me holding one single rose in her hand and lays it next...
#dark
#death
#dreams
#lover
#memories
122 reads
4 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
16th Nov 2024 5:59am
16th Nov 2024 5:59am
The Star That Never Sleeps
Through the north window my chamber glows,
A star with uncanny light bestows.
Through long hellish hours of blackness and fear,
In the autumn of the year, when winds jeer,
From the north they curse and whine,
Through red-leaved trees, the swamp’s grim design,
Where mutterings in shadows creep,
Under the horned moon's baleful sweep.
I sit, by the casement's cold embrace,
And watch the star that holds its place.
Cassiopeia reels from her heights so bright,
Charles’ Wain lumbers through the night. ...
A star with uncanny light bestows.
Through long hellish hours of blackness and fear,
In the autumn of the year, when winds jeer,
From the north they curse and whine,
Through red-leaved trees, the swamp’s grim design,
Where mutterings in shadows creep,
Under the horned moon's baleful sweep.
I sit, by the casement's cold embrace,
And watch the star that holds its place.
Cassiopeia reels from her heights so bright,
Charles’ Wain lumbers through the night. ...
#city
#memories
#regret #stars
#regret #stars
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