Poems about Memories
#memories
Intriguing and captivating poetry about memories and remembrance. Memories collected throughout a lifetime, expressed through poems.
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Been awhile
I spoke to you today, first time in a bit
didn't know what to say except I miss it,
I miss our talks, our laughs, our prayers,
the things nobody else shares.
I could use an I love you or I'm proud
the silence in your house has been so loud,
I keep hoping you'll be in your chair
but when I come home, you're never there.
I didn't have an elegant speech prepared
but I wanted to make my current pain shared
with the woman who kept me alive
and gave me reasons to survive,
the one who saw past my self hate
and listened to my talks no...
didn't know what to say except I miss it,
I miss our talks, our laughs, our prayers,
the things nobody else shares.
I could use an I love you or I'm proud
the silence in your house has been so loud,
I keep hoping you'll be in your chair
but when I come home, you're never there.
I didn't have an elegant speech prepared
but I wanted to make my current pain shared
with the woman who kept me alive
and gave me reasons to survive,
the one who saw past my self hate
and listened to my talks no...
#grief
#family
#death #memories
#death #memories
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Mood Swing# 21: The Haze
she felt him..his heavy crush
...the aftermath of his oozed essence
subsisting inside the catacomb of her nether-realm
as a vivid re-occuring nocturnal memory
replaying itself..needling...
...over the scratched vinyl of her soul
throbbing in repetition
she felt the ubiquitous collapse of her being
...remembered intense pressure
of those all-purposed blue collared hands
spreading her thighs into his favored yoga positions
..stretching that sweet yoni ...
...the aftermath of his oozed essence
subsisting inside the catacomb of her nether-realm
as a vivid re-occuring nocturnal memory
replaying itself..needling...
...over the scratched vinyl of her soul
throbbing in repetition
she felt the ubiquitous collapse of her being
...remembered intense pressure
of those all-purposed blue collared hands
spreading her thighs into his favored yoga positions
..stretching that sweet yoni ...
#lust
#lover
#memories
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Childhood Daydreams
With the beginning of light
when my thoughts coalesced
my daydreams took flight
with many bright wishes
living between the desires
and the stark reality
loving the vivid imaginings
always zoning into the fictional world
surrealistic colourful scenes
drummed up by a lonely child
of dresses of a princess
cut out from the blue skies
visual arts with vibrant paints
on the doors to magical worlds
where all edibles were present
on many laden tables
laying down on a field
where...
when my thoughts coalesced
my daydreams took flight
with many bright wishes
living between the desires
and the stark reality
loving the vivid imaginings
always zoning into the fictional world
surrealistic colourful scenes
drummed up by a lonely child
of dresses of a princess
cut out from the blue skies
visual arts with vibrant paints
on the doors to magical worlds
where all edibles were present
on many laden tables
laying down on a field
where...
#childhood
#dreams
#memories
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Deathless Love
Words cannot explain how I feel when I looked into your eyes
When I hold you in my arms and felt the warmth of you
Nothing seems to matter when you're at my side although you're far away
The fire still burns in my heart
My life is like a puzzle and you were the part which makes it complete
When you came to me my heart began to pound
I never had such strong feelings that I had for you
When you come to me again,
just let me hold you for a second, for a minute, for an hour, forever, forever
When I hold you in my arms and felt the warmth of you
Nothing seems to matter when you're at my side although you're far away
The fire still burns in my heart
My life is like a puzzle and you were the part which makes it complete
When you came to me my heart began to pound
I never had such strong feelings that I had for you
When you come to me again,
just let me hold you for a second, for a minute, for an hour, forever, forever
#sadness
#love
#heartbroken
#ILoveYou
#memories
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I Still Look for You
I don’t usually dream
But sometimes
Before
I go to sleep
I relive
The joy
You brought
Me
And for
A few
Moments
I feel
As if
Anything
Is possible
But sometimes
Before
I go to sleep
I relive
The joy
You brought
Me
And for
A few
Moments
I feel
As if
Anything
Is possible
#happiness
#dreams
#memories
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the last time
i held
her hands,
so fragile
and filled
with age,
experiences,
how gentle
she touched
me back,
her smile
defining her,
not heavy
but seeming
sincere,
and through
her orchid
scent,
i noticed
her eyes
watching me,
they had
that caring,
and that
was
the last time
i remember
talking
and being
with
my grandmother.
her hands,
so fragile
and filled
with age,
experiences,
how gentle
she touched
me back,
her smile
defining her,
not heavy
but seeming
sincere,
and through
her orchid
scent,
i noticed
her eyes
watching me,
they had
that caring,
and that
was
the last time
i remember
talking
and being
with
my grandmother.
#family
#memories
#aging
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profundity of kitty litter
one of the most profound things she ever said in my presence
had nothing (& everything) to do with life
my little sister is a wealth of unexpected knowledge
but this statement has always stuck in my mind
we were sharing a house at the time
splitting household chores & expenses
among them...4 cats between us
she came home one day with a new kind of kitty litter
scoopable...which wasn't a thing until then
I watched as she filled the box
then frowned when she pulled out a soup ladle
placing it neatly in a jar beside the pan ...
had nothing (& everything) to do with life
my little sister is a wealth of unexpected knowledge
but this statement has always stuck in my mind
we were sharing a house at the time
splitting household chores & expenses
among them...4 cats between us
she came home one day with a new kind of kitty litter
scoopable...which wasn't a thing until then
I watched as she filled the box
then frowned when she pulled out a soup ladle
placing it neatly in a jar beside the pan ...
#sister
#memories
#learning
#wisdom
#PersonalGrowth
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Tainted
The stains of sorrow cling and rub
No matter how much she claws and scrubs
Nothing seems to purge those inner scars
Imprinted deep where pureness once was
She closes her lids, for a brief veil
To respite the consuming pain
Yet, shadows paint the vivid scenes
The echoes whisper, haunting the stillness
The memory’s hand weight too heavy
On this deserted land, still pressing freshly
Will solace ever be found in this cleansing foam
Or to a never home, she must wander?
No matter how much she claws and scrubs
Nothing seems to purge those inner scars
Imprinted deep where pureness once was
She closes her lids, for a brief veil
To respite the consuming pain
Yet, shadows paint the vivid scenes
The echoes whisper, haunting the stillness
The memory’s hand weight too heavy
On this deserted land, still pressing freshly
Will solace ever be found in this cleansing foam
Or to a never home, she must wander?
#grief
#shadows
#memories #hurt
#memories #hurt
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D.M
Those lace up boots
Memory of doc martens
I had a black pair
Joe 90 had cherry
I first met him letting off firecrackers in his hand and he told me the secret to having balls was hidden in bohemian rhapsody
I could never work it out
Sometimes we swapped one boot for one
How people stared as we stomped around town with mismatched boots, dressed in black
Getting high on rum and coke
Also from the smoke
Motorbike madness
200 kph what a rush
Then you told me you liked to close your eyes at that moment
Like a slow...
Memory of doc martens
I had a black pair
Joe 90 had cherry
I first met him letting off firecrackers in his hand and he told me the secret to having balls was hidden in bohemian rhapsody
I could never work it out
Sometimes we swapped one boot for one
How people stared as we stomped around town with mismatched boots, dressed in black
Getting high on rum and coke
Also from the smoke
Motorbike madness
200 kph what a rush
Then you told me you liked to close your eyes at that moment
Like a slow...
#grief
#cars
#alcohol #memories
#alcohol #memories
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Hell bent for leather
I was there when you had nowt,
as hard as the streets
split dry cracks down the backs
drinking dubbin
like half time oranges.
You where ashamed to take me out
I saw those molded smirks.
The painted laughter of three white stripes
washed away on wet grass,
you left me in the dark, dirty and damp.
I understood the lure of soft and supply,
the flash of colour, always a substitute,
but I had my time,
the speedy tap dance of leather to leather
a trawlers catch...
as hard as the streets
split dry cracks down the backs
drinking dubbin
like half time oranges.
You where ashamed to take me out
I saw those molded smirks.
The painted laughter of three white stripes
washed away on wet grass,
you left me in the dark, dirty and damp.
I understood the lure of soft and supply,
the flash of colour, always a substitute,
but I had my time,
the speedy tap dance of leather to leather
a trawlers catch...
#childhood
#memories
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Hopeful Days
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/382957-parts-and-path/
Parts And Path
leaves spiral by branch
winding hillside with random sprig
to those full open with white-striped vein
mark to trails entrance speaking home
voice to the voiceless sing from trees
spoken in wind, rustle and leaf
feather downs whistle for absent mother
padded paws chatter, chase and tumble
wilds we in Nature combine serenity
salve, balm, stroked and beloved
mired together, combing soft grasses
inhales of moisture letting oak...
Parts And Path
leaves spiral by branch
winding hillside with random sprig
to those full open with white-striped vein
mark to trails entrance speaking home
voice to the voiceless sing from trees
spoken in wind, rustle and leaf
feather downs whistle for absent mother
padded paws chatter, chase and tumble
wilds we in Nature combine serenity
salve, balm, stroked and beloved
mired together, combing soft grasses
inhales of moisture letting oak...
#memories
#WritingPoetry
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A Special Kind of Love
A larvae of love,
contains butterflies of
my monarch thoughts of you.
That softly land
on a bright moss of my memories.
Thoughts of you are like rose on the breeze.
Fragrant with loveliness
were the life lessons she knew.
Beautiful wisdom her warm soul poured
The graceful keeper of the prescious stories
we adored.
Why are the memories more dense
after the ones we treasure depart?
As every milestone you shared with me,
migrates to the permanence of my heart.
contains butterflies of
my monarch thoughts of you.
That softly land
on a bright moss of my memories.
Thoughts of you are like rose on the breeze.
Fragrant with loveliness
were the life lessons she knew.
Beautiful wisdom her warm soul poured
The graceful keeper of the prescious stories
we adored.
Why are the memories more dense
after the ones we treasure depart?
As every milestone you shared with me,
migrates to the permanence of my heart.
#love
#death
#memories
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