Long Poems About Memories
#memories
Long poems about memories. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
14th Nov 2024 3:21pm
14th Nov 2024 3:21pm
brenda
in my dark hours I keep a diary of sin
days I squanered, on days I regret
with thoughts that haunt, while I try to escape to sleep
lying there with a private cinema
replaying pivatol moments
so many mistakes along the way
with pitfalls I feel I should have avoided
my faded flowers memories of brighter days
before I learned how brutal the world could be
sheltered as a little girl
I wasn't prepared for the realities of life
too eager to experience things
I wish I had more focus as a youth
so bright of mind, it seems...
days I squanered, on days I regret
with thoughts that haunt, while I try to escape to sleep
lying there with a private cinema
replaying pivatol moments
so many mistakes along the way
with pitfalls I feel I should have avoided
my faded flowers memories of brighter days
before I learned how brutal the world could be
sheltered as a little girl
I wasn't prepared for the realities of life
too eager to experience things
I wish I had more focus as a youth
so bright of mind, it seems...
#LifeStruggles
#love
#memories
103 reads
4 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 2:03pm
12th Nov 2024 2:03pm
innocence
sadness overcomes me and my inner woman fades
my voice within quiets and I retreat
part of me has no choice but to stay and feel the pain
everything silences, I feel so deeply
I've gotten the souls inside me, to sanctuary
it may seem strange but there are many that live within me
innocense being my soul child
a little being with keen observations of the world
I hear her talking to God
she always prays for me
leading the evening requests for beauty
she is curious about the world
too eager to know things
my...
my voice within quiets and I retreat
part of me has no choice but to stay and feel the pain
everything silences, I feel so deeply
I've gotten the souls inside me, to sanctuary
it may seem strange but there are many that live within me
innocense being my soul child
a little being with keen observations of the world
I hear her talking to God
she always prays for me
leading the evening requests for beauty
she is curious about the world
too eager to know things
my...
#childhood
#memories
115 reads
2 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
8th Nov 2024 10:24am
8th Nov 2024 10:24am
Secrets - Meeting With Gordon
I recognise him straightaway. Gordon Day, even though he looks nothing like the Gordon Day you and I knew once. Back then, Gordon was a small boy, ruddy faced, with a mop of reddish-brown hair – lovable, in a way, but impish, I suppose. The guy in the gym looks like a tough nut capable of taking someone round the side and laying into them. He's wearing a blue gym vest with the gym logo on, the sort of vest that shows off serious muscle, and his cropped hair and the grin make him appear more youthful than a person in their mid-thirties.
He stops talking to the henna hair...
He stops talking to the henna hair...
#childhood
#conflict
#friendship
#memories
#mystery
115 reads
2 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2024 10:22am
2nd Nov 2024 10:22am
Secrets - Gordon Day
Burrington is full of coffee houses and arts and craft shops. Shoppers and tourists amble across the cobbled walkway, towards the market square, some with walking boots and maps, one gentleman with a beard and glasses smoking a long pipe while studying a map.
I still haven't got used to the slow pace of life and doubt I ever will; in London, everyone rushes everywhere. I spot a war memorial in the centre of town and a natural health centre tucked away in a mews with dried herbs hanging in the window. The surrounding hill countryside is steeped in folklore and a history of locals...
I still haven't got used to the slow pace of life and doubt I ever will; in London, everyone rushes everywhere. I spot a war memorial in the centre of town and a natural health centre tucked away in a mews with dried herbs hanging in the window. The surrounding hill countryside is steeped in folklore and a history of locals...
#friendship
#memories
#mystery
99 reads
4 Comments
AaHarvey
Poem Published
31st Oct 2024 7:10pm
31st Oct 2024 7:10pm
Katrina
We spent a lifetime apart,
But I knew right from the second start,
That you have an important piece of me.
Like a blast from the past,
I smiled and you laughed.
I wasn’t expecting that we’d ever meet.
I smoked your memory away.
Thought I’d gone for the grave,
But then you recognized.
I saw it in your eyes,
No word of a lie,
It could be written on the horoscope page.
Is our future without?
My heart is taken, no doubt,
Yet we...
But I knew right from the second start,
That you have an important piece of me.
Like a blast from the past,
I smiled and you laughed.
I wasn’t expecting that we’d ever meet.
I smoked your memory away.
Thought I’d gone for the grave,
But then you recognized.
I saw it in your eyes,
No word of a lie,
It could be written on the horoscope page.
Is our future without?
My heart is taken, no doubt,
Yet we...
#love
#memories
#school
80 reads
0 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
29th Oct 2024 8:12am
29th Oct 2024 8:12am
Secrets - Doubts
He weren't there, lad,' your dad says, as if guessing my thoughts. 'Our Scott's looked into it. Vince Macarthur never went into the woods that afternoon. He only popped out to go to the corner shop and that took no longer than five minutes and then he fell fast asleep in front of tele. He were woken up later when the police came.'
'How does Scott know that?' I say, hoping my question doesn't come across as rude.
'Never mind how he knows. Are you going to tell us what really happened?'
'I already have.'
Your dad stands up. 'Okay, lad, that's it....
'How does Scott know that?' I say, hoping my question doesn't come across as rude.
'Never mind how he knows. Are you going to tell us what really happened?'
'I already have.'
Your dad stands up. 'Okay, lad, that's it....
#childhood
#memories
#mystery #risk
#mystery #risk
102 reads
4 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
21st Oct 2024 7:15pm
21st Oct 2024 7:15pm
Secrets - The Visit To Craig's Family
First weekend.
Sunday. Pack sandwiches and a flask of coffee. Walk along an old railway trail with overgrown vegetation both sides. Cross a suspension bridge. Take photographs. Have lunch in a family friendly country pub. Stop off for refreshments before setting off for home.
Robert isn't used to the north; he's an Islington boy with an American mother and a mixture of accents, but I want him to get a taste of his roots.
Tonight, after supper, we'll create photo collages and upload them to the server, and we'll choose a special name for the...
Sunday. Pack sandwiches and a flask of coffee. Walk along an old railway trail with overgrown vegetation both sides. Cross a suspension bridge. Take photographs. Have lunch in a family friendly country pub. Stop off for refreshments before setting off for home.
Robert isn't used to the north; he's an Islington boy with an American mother and a mixture of accents, but I want him to get a taste of his roots.
Tonight, after supper, we'll create photo collages and upload them to the server, and we'll choose a special name for the...
#family
#grief
#memories
#mystery
#risk
127 reads
4 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
18th Oct 2024 1:39pm
18th Oct 2024 1:39pm
ONE HEART (II)-(newly revised, much longer, expanded revision)
ONE HEART
BROKE SLOWLY
LIKE FALLING LEAVES
THE OTHER
SHOOK COLDLY
YET CLUNG
TO THE TREE
HERE LATE
IN THE SEASON
OF THEIR
NATURAL FALL
WITH WINTER S
DEEP CLOSURE ...
BROKE SLOWLY
LIKE FALLING LEAVES
THE OTHER
SHOOK COLDLY
YET CLUNG
TO THE TREE
HERE LATE
IN THE SEASON
OF THEIR
NATURAL FALL
WITH WINTER S
DEEP CLOSURE ...
#fall
#LifeCycle
#memories
#SelfReflection
#winter
150 reads
2 Comments
Samnash
Sam Nash
Sam Nash
Poem Published
17th Oct 2024 9:04pm
17th Oct 2024 9:04pm
The Cat Lady (part 5)
#dreams
#fiction
#memories
#mother
#erotic
147 reads
4 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
17th Oct 2024 8:35am
17th Oct 2024 8:35am
Secrets - Robert And Gordon
Later, I check on Robert. He's sleeping in his room. 'Night, buddy,' I whisper, adjusting the brown teddy bear so it won't fall.
It is quiet, far too quiet for me. The static stillness of the country gives the impression of time slowing down, stopping altogether. I find a beer in the fridge, sit on the sofa bed and drink. So much for good intentions. Fitness, diet. I don't want to go to sleep. Sleep frightens me, has done ever since Vince Macarthur brought his crowbar down on my head, screaming his innocence again and again. My recovery from the attack took several years....
It is quiet, far too quiet for me. The static stillness of the country gives the impression of time slowing down, stopping altogether. I find a beer in the fridge, sit on the sofa bed and drink. So much for good intentions. Fitness, diet. I don't want to go to sleep. Sleep frightens me, has done ever since Vince Macarthur brought his crowbar down on my head, screaming his innocence again and again. My recovery from the attack took several years....
#childhood
#family
#memories
#mystery
#risk
118 reads
3 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
15th Oct 2024 5:48pm
15th Oct 2024 5:48pm
Secrets - The Disclosure
I have chips and gravy for tea, along with a couple of chunks of homemade bread to dip in the gravy. Doorsteps, we called them when we were kids. Mel shakes her head and says I need to eat more sensibly.
Afterwards, we retreat to my flat for a few minutes and talk with the door open, keeping an eye on Robert who's in the other flat on Mel's computer. A delicate matter, she said earlier, one she would prefer Robert not to overhear.
'There's something I think you ought to know,' she says. 'Gordon Day's living in Burrington and is in charge of the gym there.' ...
Afterwards, we retreat to my flat for a few minutes and talk with the door open, keeping an eye on Robert who's in the other flat on Mel's computer. A delicate matter, she said earlier, one she would prefer Robert not to overhear.
'There's something I think you ought to know,' she says. 'Gordon Day's living in Burrington and is in charge of the gym there.' ...
#friendship
#memories
#mystery #risk
#mystery #risk
111 reads
8 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
12th Oct 2024 9:18am
12th Oct 2024 9:18am
Secrets - Back to Lancashire (3)
After a cup of tea in Mel's flat, I return for the rest of the luggage, grab the remaining bags from the boot of my car and use the electronic keypad to get back in The Factory. Once inside, I drag my belongings to the lift at the side of the building and ride up to the top storey, watching each floor disappear through the door panel. Mel's flat faces mine across the drop. I don't like heights, though. Never have done. The surrounding valley looks tiny from the drop.
Mel's laughter floats across the top floor of the building. She has a one bedroom apartment with a tiny kitchenette...
Mel's laughter floats across the top floor of the building. She has a one bedroom apartment with a tiny kitchenette...
#breakup
#family
#memories
#mystery
#risk
143 reads
6 Comments
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