Poems about Memories
#memories
Intriguing and captivating poetry about memories and remembrance. Memories collected throughout a lifetime, expressed through poems.
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Frank's Green Leather Jacket
I was seventeen in the early nineties,
When I inherited my dad's green leather jacket,
It was straight out of ’79, retro cool and bad like a motherf…
I’m talking about like Shaft cool about to break up a racket.
It gave me the nostalgia of a different time, another era,
Not so much of disco but those of my parent’s early years,
The places they had been, the people they had met,
The stories it could tell if I pressed it against my ears.
Dad had been a semi pro early in his youth,
So he retained that bit of, "I could’ve been" swagger, ...
When I inherited my dad's green leather jacket,
It was straight out of ’79, retro cool and bad like a motherf…
I’m talking about like Shaft cool about to break up a racket.
It gave me the nostalgia of a different time, another era,
Not so much of disco but those of my parent’s early years,
The places they had been, the people they had met,
The stories it could tell if I pressed it against my ears.
Dad had been a semi pro early in his youth,
So he retained that bit of, "I could’ve been" swagger, ...
#memories
#nostalgia
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HYACINTH'S FOUNTAIN
#universe
#rebirth
#memories
#mythology
#SelfDiscovery
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Lost Love Haiku from the Cafe
Lost Love Haiku from the Cafe
her lost voice
in the meadowlark song
outside his window
newspaper clipping
daguerreotype of sweetheart
married to a stranger
the crescent moon
of her once upon a time slipper
transits his tears
timbre
of her mezzo soprano
memory echo
golden opportunity
a locomotive barreling by
his freight train blues
jewelry box
holds the diamond ring
she once wore for him
her lost voice
in the meadowlark song
outside his window
newspaper clipping
daguerreotype of sweetheart
married to a stranger
the crescent moon
of her once upon a time slipper
transits his tears
timbre
of her mezzo soprano
memory echo
golden opportunity
a locomotive barreling by
his freight train blues
jewelry box
holds the diamond ring
she once wore for him
#love
#heartbroken
#breakup
#haiku
#memories
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Dead Letters
Dead letters
forgotten souls of yester year
the one you are looking for is not here
your first prayer races your heart
spirit wrecked, tearing you apart
the leech is sucking you dry
buildings crumble as you die
forgotten souls of yester year
the one you are looking for is not here
your first prayer races your heart
spirit wrecked, tearing you apart
the leech is sucking you dry
buildings crumble as you die
#death
#spiritual
#rhyming
#ghosts
#memories
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how to describe her
I like to
remember her
as she was
back then
again I think I
would rather
forget her ?
I fancy you never
met her ..
remember her
as she was
back then
again I think I
would rather
forget her ?
I fancy you never
met her ..
#memories
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An experience
Days back numbered
Now a haze
Crazy days
Of sunshine and flowers
Grass heads unnumbered
Sudden showers
Heavy mists laden
Waking to faces
That formed in the branches
Silent black bug that
watched from the water
Clicking in the rafters
Time slips in the boulders
Not hearing voices shout louder
From the dead mans bush
Night time stars humming
To the extinct forest vibration
Ancestral bones in caves
rattle in frustration
Behind waterfalls
Albino insects decorate nests ...
Now a haze
Crazy days
Of sunshine and flowers
Grass heads unnumbered
Sudden showers
Heavy mists laden
Waking to faces
That formed in the branches
Silent black bug that
watched from the water
Clicking in the rafters
Time slips in the boulders
Not hearing voices shout louder
From the dead mans bush
Night time stars humming
To the extinct forest vibration
Ancestral bones in caves
rattle in frustration
Behind waterfalls
Albino insects decorate nests ...
#childhood
#dreams
#memories
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Silent - Danger
The Present, Lucy
The walls are caving in, the darkness suffocating her, thick smog, like the smoke from the fire. Her parents' killer is close by, tormenting her with mind games, pretending to be the father of her half-brother Pete Whittaker, Katie's son.
I'm never going to get out of here.
In the corridor, footsteps sound again. She waits, no longer afraid of the Angel of Mercy. She must fool him. She must pretend she's prepared to do what he says, and then hurt him when he relaxes. Or she must feign illness and injure him that way. Two years ago, she...
The walls are caving in, the darkness suffocating her, thick smog, like the smoke from the fire. Her parents' killer is close by, tormenting her with mind games, pretending to be the father of her half-brother Pete Whittaker, Katie's son.
I'm never going to get out of here.
In the corridor, footsteps sound again. She waits, no longer afraid of the Angel of Mercy. She must fool him. She must pretend she's prepared to do what he says, and then hurt him when he relaxes. Or she must feign illness and injure him that way. Two years ago, she...
#memories
#mystery
#obsession #risk
#obsession #risk
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Music in Motion
I was young when I first saw that array of movement and color
That giant wall of sound reverberating through my ears
It left an impression deeply embedded on my mind and soul
Something that lingered in my heart for many, many years
It was physically demanding and technically challenging
But in those days I longed to improve and make the big leagues
Ensembles weaving together beautifully like poetry and music
Each part moving independently but as one unit at high speeds
Through the decades drills like Z pulls and disappearing crosses ...
That giant wall of sound reverberating through my ears
It left an impression deeply embedded on my mind and soul
Something that lingered in my heart for many, many years
It was physically demanding and technically challenging
But in those days I longed to improve and make the big leagues
Ensembles weaving together beautifully like poetry and music
Each part moving independently but as one unit at high speeds
Through the decades drills like Z pulls and disappearing crosses ...
#music
#memories
#art
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Hard Mornings
Sometimes I wake
inside a past lover
It all floods back
and in the memory
nothing has changed
There is a longing,
both physical and mental
to be held in the tightness
of that loving reception
Even now distant
and unrecognizable
I will enjoy what once was,
even without a target of the present
hopeful to be accommodated
once again, in time.
inside a past lover
It all floods back
and in the memory
nothing has changed
There is a longing,
both physical and mental
to be held in the tightness
of that loving reception
Even now distant
and unrecognizable
I will enjoy what once was,
even without a target of the present
hopeful to be accommodated
once again, in time.
#dreams
#lover
#memories
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White lines and asphalt
I felt it yesterday evening,
standing at the edge of the village.
No cars, no people, no sun -
no interesting clouds.
An empty chill
as creeps from Summer’s far edge,
when bonfires burn
and leaves turn to blue smoke curls.
A curlew call would not be out of place
in the wide, airy stillness,
magnified with the distant hushed rush
of unknown travellers.
It was like a condensation of forgotten memories
from long, long ago
superimposed on the road.
I felt a question, unspoken words
from...
standing at the edge of the village.
No cars, no people, no sun -
no interesting clouds.
An empty chill
as creeps from Summer’s far edge,
when bonfires burn
and leaves turn to blue smoke curls.
A curlew call would not be out of place
in the wide, airy stillness,
magnified with the distant hushed rush
of unknown travellers.
It was like a condensation of forgotten memories
from long, long ago
superimposed on the road.
I felt a question, unspoken words
from...
#memories
#emptiness
#SelfDiscovery #choices
#SelfDiscovery #choices
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family room
it doesn't mean the same thing these days
doesn't carry the same weight
though at a glance...it wears the same skin
illusion...all of it
when once we gathered in community
laughing...relaxing...sharing our thoughts
winding down from the business of the day
children nattering at elders feet
cat in the corner...cleaning its paws
satisfied it fulfilled its duty
gearing up for an active night
while daylight quietly slipped away
dinner still scenting the air
dishes already done...dried...& put away
it was a place filled with...
doesn't carry the same weight
though at a glance...it wears the same skin
illusion...all of it
when once we gathered in community
laughing...relaxing...sharing our thoughts
winding down from the business of the day
children nattering at elders feet
cat in the corner...cleaning its paws
satisfied it fulfilled its duty
gearing up for an active night
while daylight quietly slipped away
dinner still scenting the air
dishes already done...dried...& put away
it was a place filled with...
#family
#memories
#nostalgia
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Telemachus
Thou attained divinity and taught us-
Like my father and Telemachus.
Thou may not be now with us-
Yet feel thou along with us.
Without thou we could not know-
God, The Mother or Odeyssus.
Love thou so much and thy thoughts-
Bless us to rise much above us.
Like my father and Telemachus.
Thou may not be now with us-
Yet feel thou along with us.
Without thou we could not know-
God, The Mother or Odeyssus.
Love thou so much and thy thoughts-
Bless us to rise much above us.
#father
#memories
#responsibility
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