Poems about Memories
#memories
Intriguing and captivating poetry about memories and remembrance. Memories collected throughout a lifetime, expressed through poems.
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:05pm
Yesterday 12:05pm
endings become beginnings...
1) right where I am
dragging failures...
hopes...
dreams...
2) everything
the baggage unpacked
the debris of memory
from haunted days when...
3) I felt so beautifully alive
a doll fresh from her box
wide eyed & untouched
...innocence still intact
4) it's the little things
details hidden in lowered eyes
nails bitten to the skin
unnoticed evidence
5) as so often happens
what isn't seen is the most...
dragging failures...
hopes...
dreams...
2) everything
the baggage unpacked
the debris of memory
from haunted days when...
3) I felt so beautifully alive
a doll fresh from her box
wide eyed & untouched
...innocence still intact
4) it's the little things
details hidden in lowered eyes
nails bitten to the skin
unnoticed evidence
5) as so often happens
what isn't seen is the most...
#confessional
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#memories #MyInspiration
#memories #MyInspiration
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Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:04am
Yesterday 2:04am
Pre-Web Years: Social Media
My childhood social media
could be measured in inches
all colored, rectangular magazines
some as big as 10 1/2" x 14"
and as small as 5 ½” x 7 ½”
delivered every month
by hardy, blue uniformed postal carriers
One favorite,
“Sunset” was in our home a staple
a pretty thick, glossy depiction
of how the best American westerners live
perhaps in a replica,
upscale Hopi Pueblo style compound
appropriately located in the Painted Desert
cacti, tumbleweeds. Lizards on the ground
kaleidoscopic...
could be measured in inches
all colored, rectangular magazines
some as big as 10 1/2" x 14"
and as small as 5 ½” x 7 ½”
delivered every month
by hardy, blue uniformed postal carriers
One favorite,
“Sunset” was in our home a staple
a pretty thick, glossy depiction
of how the best American westerners live
perhaps in a replica,
upscale Hopi Pueblo style compound
appropriately located in the Painted Desert
cacti, tumbleweeds. Lizards on the ground
kaleidoscopic...
#childhood
#memories
#reading #SelfDiscovery
#reading #SelfDiscovery
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Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
29th Apr 2025 5:12am
29th Apr 2025 5:12am
Pre-Web Years: Browser
Browsing for knowledge
as a child of the 1970's
was a magical sensorial adventure
the most up-to-date data,
at my fingertips,
current to the early sixties,
made all the more accessible
on the lowest bookshelf
in a 100 pound collection
of Coliers Encyclopedias,
such a whimsical word
for an eight-year-old to say
On any given Summer's day
I'd forego outside play
and in my PJ's stay
selecting one of the hefty,
black, red-labeled tomes
their alphabetical range
in gold letters on the...
as a child of the 1970's
was a magical sensorial adventure
the most up-to-date data,
at my fingertips,
current to the early sixties,
made all the more accessible
on the lowest bookshelf
in a 100 pound collection
of Coliers Encyclopedias,
such a whimsical word
for an eight-year-old to say
On any given Summer's day
I'd forego outside play
and in my PJ's stay
selecting one of the hefty,
black, red-labeled tomes
their alphabetical range
in gold letters on the...
#books
#childhood
#learning #memories
#learning #memories
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
28th Apr 2025 00:42am
28th Apr 2025 00:42am
To tell the truth
Sometimes I ask thyself what is so hard about telling the truth, yet now a days it's seems to be the normal thing, to do of some people's. 🤨 For let's take a even closer look, at this point of interest and view, from the 🪟 window of our own viewing of the depths of the situations. 😠 That sometimes really becomes, apart of our own, personal lives, even in dealing with some relationships. THAT are suppose to be about love and happiness and support, for they say that some people's are creatures of habits. 🤨 Now Let's dive into the situations that we are going to...
#confessional
#memories
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
27th Apr 2025 3:22am
27th Apr 2025 3:22am
Savor Each Fleeting Moment
26 of 30
Savor Each Fleeting Moment
A beautiful country and culture
opened through their eyes
a new poetic romance language
begins to permeate my speech
a connective conduit develops
as we share details of our daily journey
calmed by their voice
accustomed to their presence
made better by their essence
The window to that new,
fascinating world abruptly shuts
enthralling voice muted
shade pulled down obstructing the view
the movie wraps and sets dismantled;
curtain drops, play closes;
the...
Savor Each Fleeting Moment
A beautiful country and culture
opened through their eyes
a new poetic romance language
begins to permeate my speech
a connective conduit develops
as we share details of our daily journey
calmed by their voice
accustomed to their presence
made better by their essence
The window to that new,
fascinating world abruptly shuts
enthralling voice muted
shade pulled down obstructing the view
the movie wraps and sets dismantled;
curtain drops, play closes;
the...
#dreams
#friendship
#happiness
#love
#memories
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
26th Apr 2025 4:35am
26th Apr 2025 4:35am
how to steal a necklace
One
The first thing to remember
is that here
everyone is out for themselves
altruism doesn't exist
nothing is for free
Everytime I stay to drink
smoke free weed
I know I'll end up
in someone's bed
Getting off is never a guarantee
and I don't generally care
as long as I can get high
space out
spin out
laugh into the abyss
as my reflection shoots me
confused glances in a filmy mirror
Here I'm not really me
here I'm not really anyone
here I'm a version of...
The first thing to remember
is that here
everyone is out for themselves
altruism doesn't exist
nothing is for free
Everytime I stay to drink
smoke free weed
I know I'll end up
in someone's bed
Getting off is never a guarantee
and I don't generally care
as long as I can get high
space out
spin out
laugh into the abyss
as my reflection shoots me
confused glances in a filmy mirror
Here I'm not really me
here I'm not really anyone
here I'm a version of...
#memories
#narrative
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Northern1
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2025 3:12am
23rd Apr 2025 3:12am
To Honor DUP
We're almost dead but we're not
Lets give it what we've got
In three weeks we're done
And it's been lots of fun
This site will soon be shot
I've always loved this place
I worry what can replace
Yet such goes hand in hand
With increased net demand
In tune with the modern pace
Before shouting a last hurrah
Waving a hand to say ta-ta
Lets give it another go
Just one more for the show
To leave the reader in awe
Deep Underground we pledge to do
Our very best to shine on through
As an...
Lets give it what we've got
In three weeks we're done
And it's been lots of fun
This site will soon be shot
I've always loved this place
I worry what can replace
Yet such goes hand in hand
With increased net demand
In tune with the modern pace
Before shouting a last hurrah
Waving a hand to say ta-ta
Lets give it another go
Just one more for the show
To leave the reader in awe
Deep Underground we pledge to do
Our very best to shine on through
As an...
#gratitude
#love
#memories
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brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2025 3:32am
22nd Apr 2025 3:32am
Friend Crush
Why do you have to be so cool?
Like that guy
whose reputation arrived first
when my cool friend from New York
told me about her new crush.
He was instantly cool by association.
Unapproachable.
I was certain to say something stupid
reveal myself as a poseur
in the face of his intimidating
punk
silence.
But then we met,
and I got to know him through long chats
backstage at high school musical rehearsals
and he was so very
normal,
insecure, even – which made him...
Like that guy
whose reputation arrived first
when my cool friend from New York
told me about her new crush.
He was instantly cool by association.
Unapproachable.
I was certain to say something stupid
reveal myself as a poseur
in the face of his intimidating
punk
silence.
But then we met,
and I got to know him through long chats
backstage at high school musical rehearsals
and he was so very
normal,
insecure, even – which made him...
#friendship
#hurt
#love #memories
#love #memories
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4 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2025 00:51am
22nd Apr 2025 00:51am
Disappearing memories
They're the enemies of the mind
Trapped in the memory spectrum
No escape can I find
I'm always returning from the same old journeys
Every time they manage to break me
They steal my every heartbeat
Pain, anger, fear, a medley
Memory of them so bitter, so sweet
Every night the pictures I see
A painful tear never meant to be
Is only a memory of loss to me
I feel no remorse for leaving them behind
This downfall was their own fault
Bygone and existent, and imminent are now entwined
Forgetting them became my...
Trapped in the memory spectrum
No escape can I find
I'm always returning from the same old journeys
Every time they manage to break me
They steal my every heartbeat
Pain, anger, fear, a medley
Memory of them so bitter, so sweet
Every night the pictures I see
A painful tear never meant to be
Is only a memory of loss to me
I feel no remorse for leaving them behind
This downfall was their own fault
Bygone and existent, and imminent are now entwined
Forgetting them became my...
#memories
#MentalHealth
#sadness
79 reads
10 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
19th Apr 2025 5:36pm
19th Apr 2025 5:36pm
Gramophone Records
19/30
Gramophone Records
Rarely did I receive even a tiny tidbit of history
World War Two took a heavy toll on many
Okinawans looking like the enemy
forced to speak their language
on the spot, killed if caught
Okinawan
To this day, my Sister adamantly says
we are Japanese.
Guessing it is more fashionable
we STILL look the part
I used to fill out forms and go with that
if I thought I would benefit
Now days, it’s either or
Asian or White
I kind of can glue a mish-mash lore
of...
Gramophone Records
Rarely did I receive even a tiny tidbit of history
World War Two took a heavy toll on many
Okinawans looking like the enemy
forced to speak their language
on the spot, killed if caught
Okinawan
To this day, my Sister adamantly says
we are Japanese.
Guessing it is more fashionable
we STILL look the part
I used to fill out forms and go with that
if I thought I would benefit
Now days, it’s either or
Asian or White
I kind of can glue a mish-mash lore
of...
#family
#historical
#memories
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doreenheimer
Aether
Aether
Poem Published
19th Apr 2025 5:20pm
19th Apr 2025 5:20pm
Entry 3
I’ve seen friends go mad trying to fight these beasts.
I’ve seen comrades tear gas-blind, screaming at riot shields.
I’ve seen friends vanish into the psych wards and come back stitched together wrong.
I’ve seen kids in drag beaten by priests.
I’ve seen anarchists arrested for throwing a single rock,
while fascist militias march in broad daylight with iron crosses and icons held high.
At some point, you stop asking questions like
"Is it getting better?"
or
"Will voting change it?"
And you start asking...
I’ve seen comrades tear gas-blind, screaming at riot shields.
I’ve seen friends vanish into the psych wards and come back stitched together wrong.
I’ve seen kids in drag beaten by priests.
I’ve seen anarchists arrested for throwing a single rock,
while fascist militias march in broad daylight with iron crosses and icons held high.
At some point, you stop asking questions like
"Is it getting better?"
or
"Will voting change it?"
And you start asking...
#memories
#myself
#narrative
#nonfiction
#prose
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doreenheimer
Aether
Aether
Poem Published
19th Apr 2025 5:16pm
19th Apr 2025 5:16pm
Entry 2
There are things I still don’t know how to write about.
Not because I don’t remember them—but because memory feels too small for what they carry.
I was only a child in 2008, but I remember the sounds.
The deep, mechanical thunder of tanks rolling through Gori hills.
Russian ones, crawling like steel insects across the land, dragging fear behind them like smoke.
Mother told me not to look, but I did anyway.
I had to.
Some part of me, only being nine years old, already knew—I needed to remember what war looked like if I was going to survive in the shadow...
Not because I don’t remember them—but because memory feels too small for what they carry.
I was only a child in 2008, but I remember the sounds.
The deep, mechanical thunder of tanks rolling through Gori hills.
Russian ones, crawling like steel insects across the land, dragging fear behind them like smoke.
Mother told me not to look, but I did anyway.
I had to.
Some part of me, only being nine years old, already knew—I needed to remember what war looked like if I was going to survive in the shadow...
#memories
#myself
#narrative
#nonfiction
#prose
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