Poems about Memories
#memories
Intriguing and captivating poetry about memories and remembrance. Memories collected throughout a lifetime, expressed through poems.
Tenderloin
Poem Published
18th Apr 2025 3:35pm
18th Apr 2025 3:35pm
Importance Of Mind With Body
That hardness again
pulling me back to memories
to be revisited
before the necessities of the day
occupy my attention
Clearly, right now
there is "another" need
One that puts you
in the mind's eye
to be relished
pulling me back to memories
to be revisited
before the necessities of the day
occupy my attention
Clearly, right now
there is "another" need
One that puts you
in the mind's eye
to be relished
#lust
#memories
#passion
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doreenheimer
Aether
Aether
Poem Published
18th Apr 2025 12:12pm
18th Apr 2025 12:12pm
Entry 1
I never quite know how to start these things.
For all the hours I've spent alone with notebooks and loose scraps of thought, non-fiction—if that’s even what this counts as—has never been my strength.
This isn’t a memoir. It’s not an autobiography. And it sure as hell isn’t a diary. But I digress.
I’m just some punk in my late twenties, born and raised in Georgia, right by the seaside banks of Batumi.
Living in what I often call a post-Soviet dystopia, something I’ve repeated many times to my comrade Marsy—more about them soon.
Like any proper Anarchist,...
For all the hours I've spent alone with notebooks and loose scraps of thought, non-fiction—if that’s even what this counts as—has never been my strength.
This isn’t a memoir. It’s not an autobiography. And it sure as hell isn’t a diary. But I digress.
I’m just some punk in my late twenties, born and raised in Georgia, right by the seaside banks of Batumi.
Living in what I often call a post-Soviet dystopia, something I’ve repeated many times to my comrade Marsy—more about them soon.
Like any proper Anarchist,...
#memories
#myself
#narrative
#nonfiction
#prose
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brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
16th Apr 2025 00:27am
16th Apr 2025 00:27am
Me, Part 4: Entropy
I was eight years old
when we moved 1000km from home
for dad’s sabbatical.
As far as I can tell,
that’s the year everything went
sideways.
There were good things.
The loft in the open-plan classroom,
where I decorated the cover of my weekly workbook
in wild rainbow colours,
completing lessons as an afterthought
each Friday afternoon.
And Anne –
dramatic, precocious, unpopular;
I adored her brazen light.
We were inseparable
and...
when we moved 1000km from home
for dad’s sabbatical.
As far as I can tell,
that’s the year everything went
sideways.
There were good things.
The loft in the open-plan classroom,
where I decorated the cover of my weekly workbook
in wild rainbow colours,
completing lessons as an afterthought
each Friday afternoon.
And Anne –
dramatic, precocious, unpopular;
I adored her brazen light.
We were inseparable
and...
#abuse
#childhood
#confessional #memories
#confessional #memories
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
13th Apr 2025 5:31pm
13th Apr 2025 5:31pm
Longing
11 - May, 2022
For her summer was arriving soon
For me, mid-April, it’s almost here
But where I live the heat is brutal
And it’s relentless
Year after year after year
Yes, I too get a sense of longing
For cool Autumn days and abundant Springs
Truth be told they remind me of my youth
When the future seemed like an eternity away
And now we’re here
All the could haves and should haves
Are aboard tiny floating lanterns
Carried off by the tide and waves
Into a sea of memory…and longing
72 Unique...
For her summer was arriving soon
For me, mid-April, it’s almost here
But where I live the heat is brutal
And it’s relentless
Year after year after year
Yes, I too get a sense of longing
For cool Autumn days and abundant Springs
Truth be told they remind me of my youth
When the future seemed like an eternity away
And now we’re here
All the could haves and should haves
Are aboard tiny floating lanterns
Carried off by the tide and waves
Into a sea of memory…and longing
72 Unique...
#memories
#nostalgia
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Lilliputian
Poem Published
12th Apr 2025 4:27pm
12th Apr 2025 4:27pm
Their Bed Chamber
I’m not sure when it all began,
if time drew its sharp blade
and split apart the fine string
tying them together,
or maybe none was ever made.
But since the first blink I can remember,
lying in the dark,
I could hear the silence creeping
through the cracks in the walls
from their bed chamber.
And when the sun came through,
I could then see the regret behind their eyes,
as if two strangers shared
a roof and a contract
with no rubber stamp to seal their choice.
if time drew its sharp blade
and split apart the fine string
tying them together,
or maybe none was ever made.
But since the first blink I can remember,
lying in the dark,
I could hear the silence creeping
through the cracks in the walls
from their bed chamber.
And when the sun came through,
I could then see the regret behind their eyes,
as if two strangers shared
a roof and a contract
with no rubber stamp to seal their choice.
#apathy
#conflict
#memories #parent
#memories #parent
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Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
11th Apr 2025 10:31pm
11th Apr 2025 10:31pm
Homophonically speaking
Do you remember those days that past in a daze;
those nights when, like a knight, you swept me up in your arms?
After dessert, we'd watch as our friends would desert the dance floor.
We whirled around, you and me, alone in our own little world.
It didn't take two too much effort to tango back in those days -
through our youth, when we threw our most elaborate moves.
Our hearts and souls connected through the soles of our feet.
Here and now, I hear that familiar musical strain, curling around my ears
and I wonder whether we could weather an impromptu...
those nights when, like a knight, you swept me up in your arms?
After dessert, we'd watch as our friends would desert the dance floor.
We whirled around, you and me, alone in our own little world.
It didn't take two too much effort to tango back in those days -
through our youth, when we threw our most elaborate moves.
Our hearts and souls connected through the soles of our feet.
Here and now, I hear that familiar musical strain, curling around my ears
and I wonder whether we could weather an impromptu...
#dance
#love
#memories #nostalgia
#memories #nostalgia
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Baldwin
Poem Published
11th Apr 2025 3:27pm
11th Apr 2025 3:27pm
Stonehenge
I laid my hands upon these stones
some years ago.
I touched an ancient mystery
and felt myself to be
upon the win scoured Wiltshire plane
a small, and insubstantial thing
within immensiites of history
some years ago.
I touched an ancient mystery
and felt myself to be
upon the win scoured Wiltshire plane
a small, and insubstantial thing
within immensiites of history
#memories
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Nevermindthegaps
Poem Published
11th Apr 2025 12:27pm
11th Apr 2025 12:27pm
I Worry Boy
once we were warriors filled
with fierce pride
banging our fists to chest
we would shake with the need to bleed
or make bleed
we were men that knew the language of protection
we were men that knew the language of love
toward our family
that knew how to nurture
our hard curbed by their soft
but
warped by booze
violence turned inward
we directed hate at ourselves
letting it spill over our loved ones
and our pride
died
became a curse
cheap piss and beer breath ...
with fierce pride
banging our fists to chest
we would shake with the need to bleed
or make bleed
we were men that knew the language of protection
we were men that knew the language of love
toward our family
that knew how to nurture
our hard curbed by their soft
but
warped by booze
violence turned inward
we directed hate at ourselves
letting it spill over our loved ones
and our pride
died
became a curse
cheap piss and beer breath ...
#childhood
#memories
#parent #son
#parent #son
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darkcloud68
Poem Published
10th Apr 2025 8:09pm
10th Apr 2025 8:09pm
Talking To My Innocence
I am a old man that lives in a village, where the men die young. Well that's a proverb that I like. Think that I read it some where in a book.
Yet I have lived it's meaning. And I am still alive, so the young cats call me OG.
You know that means original gangster, dam but I am no gangster. So I don't adhere to that meaning but I understand it. Maybe at some point in my life I was young and confuse.
And I lost my way lost my innocence, in a not so innocent world. Maybe one gunshot in the dark. Silenced my innocent voice forever. And it may be outlined...
Yet I have lived it's meaning. And I am still alive, so the young cats call me OG.
You know that means original gangster, dam but I am no gangster. So I don't adhere to that meaning but I understand it. Maybe at some point in my life I was young and confuse.
And I lost my way lost my innocence, in a not so innocent world. Maybe one gunshot in the dark. Silenced my innocent voice forever. And it may be outlined...
#memories
#SelfReflection
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Ambjr
Poem Published
9th Apr 2025 5:07pm
9th Apr 2025 5:07pm
residual
I was told to start over
to begin again
as if all of these memories
could be washed away with time
but I have a past you can't avoid
one that breathes beneath my skin
like a second pulse
followin me thru doorways
that I thought were closed
there in every room I enter
to begin again
as if all of these memories
could be washed away with time
but I have a past you can't avoid
one that breathes beneath my skin
like a second pulse
followin me thru doorways
that I thought were closed
there in every room I enter
#addiction
#memories
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
9th Apr 2025 12:54pm
9th Apr 2025 12:54pm
Wide-eyed no Blinking
09/30
Wide-eyed no Blinking
I believe it was my very first summer
Summer camp to be exact
Meteor Ranch, in Upper Lake,
California
Little to no light pollution
That first night the sky was so dark
The stars seemed Brighter
than the ones in the city
I think this magic moment
also, my first
Shooting star!
I held my breath,
Made a wish
And then saw another white streak
WOW!
My wish kind of came true
I got to return every summer
but as staff
...
Wide-eyed no Blinking
I believe it was my very first summer
Summer camp to be exact
Meteor Ranch, in Upper Lake,
California
Little to no light pollution
That first night the sky was so dark
The stars seemed Brighter
than the ones in the city
I think this magic moment
also, my first
Shooting star!
I held my breath,
Made a wish
And then saw another white streak
WOW!
My wish kind of came true
I got to return every summer
but as staff
...
#memories
#stars
#summer
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Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
9th Apr 2025 5:31am
9th Apr 2025 5:31am
Pontiac Safari: Second Owner
Summoned by Grandma
to her Redding, CA home
for a visit and heartbreaking task
asked to assume ownership
of Grandpa's prized possession
his precious ‘72 Pontiac
though I needed the ride
the sad circumstances
wounded Grandad's pride
and truly tore me up inside
feeling like his jailer
Imprisoning him
in his double wide trailer.
I drove that beautiful, twenty foot,
golden, barge-like wagon
for at least five years.
with it's space age, curved rear window
seating capacity
for a maximum of 10 friends ...
to her Redding, CA home
for a visit and heartbreaking task
asked to assume ownership
of Grandpa's prized possession
his precious ‘72 Pontiac
though I needed the ride
the sad circumstances
wounded Grandad's pride
and truly tore me up inside
feeling like his jailer
Imprisoning him
in his double wide trailer.
I drove that beautiful, twenty foot,
golden, barge-like wagon
for at least five years.
with it's space age, curved rear window
seating capacity
for a maximum of 10 friends ...
#aging
#family
#happiness
#memories
#sadness
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