Popular Poems About Memories
#memories
Popular poems about memories. Poems are listed in order of their popularity this month.
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 8:14pm
1st Apr 2025 8:14pm
[NaPoWriMo - 2025 Collection] Flowers from Thoughts
Prelude:
Flush wisteria, lavender
ripened upon their vine
Eliot’s hyacinth couple
deep purple, beyond the rain-
pummeled garden gate
A mossy footpath, wet
seeping between toes
of bare feet, droplets plop
extend upward, fall
into Earth's moistened mouth
. . .Other echoes
Inhabit the garden. Shall we follow?
Not to learn but remember
nor think back to before
November circumstance
tilled the soil of withered...
Flush wisteria, lavender
ripened upon their vine
Eliot’s hyacinth couple
deep purple, beyond the rain-
pummeled garden gate
A mossy footpath, wet
seeping between toes
of bare feet, droplets plop
extend upward, fall
into Earth's moistened mouth
. . .Other echoes
Inhabit the garden. Shall we follow?
Not to learn but remember
nor think back to before
November circumstance
tilled the soil of withered...
#humankind
#memories
#nature
97 reads
8 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2025 5:29am
22nd Mar 2025 5:29am
Summer '99 (with Pete_25)
She smelt like Summer '99
Braided hair, petals n' wine
Tango trees, the sun above
Misspent youth, our Summer of love
The days would last, chasing stars
Smiles and laughs, purple hearts
Baize lush fields, puffy clouds
Chirping crickets, sang out loud
Skinny dips, kissing stones
Strawberry lips, this our home
Love and wine, back in time
Back in the Summer of '99
Such sweet memories, being made
Flirts and glances, under shade
Moon bares witness, tender kiss
Softening melody, night of bliss ...
Braided hair, petals n' wine
Tango trees, the sun above
Misspent youth, our Summer of love
The days would last, chasing stars
Smiles and laughs, purple hearts
Baize lush fields, puffy clouds
Chirping crickets, sang out loud
Skinny dips, kissing stones
Strawberry lips, this our home
Love and wine, back in time
Back in the Summer of '99
Such sweet memories, being made
Flirts and glances, under shade
Moon bares witness, tender kiss
Softening melody, night of bliss ...
#memories
126 reads
19 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
20th Mar 2025 7:33pm
20th Mar 2025 7:33pm
My Grandfather
How I remember you
Always happy, never blue
Summer weekends always a blast
Priceless memories from my past
We'd go on the boat, have lunch and talk
Simpler times that slipped away through a clock
As I became older you were always there
You helped me out when I was in despair
When I moved away
We'd call each other every few days
One day I received that dreadful call
You lost consciousness, had a deadly fall
They tried to resuscitate but to no avail
My heart was punctured, I began to wail
Many years have gone...
Always happy, never blue
Summer weekends always a blast
Priceless memories from my past
We'd go on the boat, have lunch and talk
Simpler times that slipped away through a clock
As I became older you were always there
You helped me out when I was in despair
When I moved away
We'd call each other every few days
One day I received that dreadful call
You lost consciousness, had a deadly fall
They tried to resuscitate but to no avail
My heart was punctured, I began to wail
Many years have gone...
#emotions
#love
#memories #sadness
#memories #sadness
90 reads
15 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
30th Mar 2025 8:21pm
30th Mar 2025 8:21pm
Deep Within
As my mind reflects
voices from within
tell me to soul search
a personal energy
that resonates
changing my perspective
as multiple beings
alert me when my time will end
voices from within
tell me to soul search
a personal energy
that resonates
changing my perspective
as multiple beings
alert me when my time will end
#death
#identity
#memories
82 reads
12 Comments
InDreamz
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 2:32pm
1st Apr 2025 2:32pm
Sepia tone
I remember our love
in sepia tone
Rustic and raw pictures
of our beautiful memories
playing in my mind.
The rugged and worn off edges
of photos of our togetherness
...of moments timeless,
as if a continuum-
beginning from infinity
when stars blossomed into life;
a phantasmagoria of
smiles and tears
rainbows and rain,
ebbing and flowing
with the passage of time
like a dream within a dream
embedded in my soul...
Though you aren't here
your absence can't consume me
...this...
in sepia tone
Rustic and raw pictures
of our beautiful memories
playing in my mind.
The rugged and worn off edges
of photos of our togetherness
...of moments timeless,
as if a continuum-
beginning from infinity
when stars blossomed into life;
a phantasmagoria of
smiles and tears
rainbows and rain,
ebbing and flowing
with the passage of time
like a dream within a dream
embedded in my soul...
Though you aren't here
your absence can't consume me
...this...
#death
#hope
#love
#memories
#stars
83 reads
9 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2025 6:27pm
23rd Mar 2025 6:27pm
The Wayback
The clock is ticking so there is no time to argue or dispute
The doors will close soon so I’m trying to enjoy every minute
I’ve become more aware of things that are even so minute
Appreciating and understanding that poetry has no limit
In retrospect, in all the years we’ve spent on this airship
We’ve been able to view and read a myriad of stars
We crafted and created compositions and friendships
That carried a diversity of verses, prose and mad bars
The wayback is a device that archives our lives and times
Capturing moments with...
The doors will close soon so I’m trying to enjoy every minute
I’ve become more aware of things that are even so minute
Appreciating and understanding that poetry has no limit
In retrospect, in all the years we’ve spent on this airship
We’ve been able to view and read a myriad of stars
We crafted and created compositions and friendships
That carried a diversity of verses, prose and mad bars
The wayback is a device that archives our lives and times
Capturing moments with...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#gratitude
#memories
98 reads
7 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 6:50am
1st Apr 2025 6:50am
Lost...Somewhere in Time
Those late night tunes can get us lost
Somewhere in time
When the mind wanders into some forgotten places
Reliving moments briefly
As if they were just yesterday
Them lyrics can turn back the clock
And unlock memories
The details are ghostly caresses on the mind’s eye
Longing for just tiny piece
Just to ease the ache
The melodies can surge an energy
A restless fantasy revived
When “could have beens” burn like whiskey straight up
Going down smooth
To make the yearning numb
These songs can take you...
Somewhere in time
When the mind wanders into some forgotten places
Reliving moments briefly
As if they were just yesterday
Them lyrics can turn back the clock
And unlock memories
The details are ghostly caresses on the mind’s eye
Longing for just tiny piece
Just to ease the ache
The melodies can surge an energy
A restless fantasy revived
When “could have beens” burn like whiskey straight up
Going down smooth
To make the yearning numb
These songs can take you...
#memories
#music
#nostalgia #WritingPoetry
#nostalgia #WritingPoetry
54 reads
4 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
21st Mar 2025 10:20pm
21st Mar 2025 10:20pm
stay safe
my sincerity bleeds honesty
my fragility answers you
from hurt spatter, I talk to you
emerging is vulnerability
my thoughts are turning
and I speak in whispers with a soft voice
this is who I am
truth be told I hid myself away
but you noticed me, didn't you?
me with sparklers in my hands
a child who never grew
lost in neverland
abandoned in the dark
with thoughts, I made it to safety
not knowing what happened in the dark
my mind never lets me see through the haze
don't tell me what...
my fragility answers you
from hurt spatter, I talk to you
emerging is vulnerability
my thoughts are turning
and I speak in whispers with a soft voice
this is who I am
truth be told I hid myself away
but you noticed me, didn't you?
me with sparklers in my hands
a child who never grew
lost in neverland
abandoned in the dark
with thoughts, I made it to safety
not knowing what happened in the dark
my mind never lets me see through the haze
don't tell me what...
#childhood
#dark
#memories
90 reads
9 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
14th Mar 2025 9:25am
14th Mar 2025 9:25am
I know your heart is wicked
Little Harry Sack was barely 6 years old when he found out by his parents that his heart was wicked
His parents were religious fanatics, who read the good book each and every hour
They isolated little Harry from the rest of the world
His father worked on the farm producing milk & meat to sell in town
His mother was a stay at home mom, strict and overbearing
Many of the locals didn't even know Harry Sack existed
His parents taught him that in order to be faithful to the lord, you must do what we say or want
Harry was given chores from morning...
His parents were religious fanatics, who read the good book each and every hour
They isolated little Harry from the rest of the world
His father worked on the farm producing milk & meat to sell in town
His mother was a stay at home mom, strict and overbearing
Many of the locals didn't even know Harry Sack existed
His parents taught him that in order to be faithful to the lord, you must do what we say or want
Harry was given chores from morning...
#family
#memories
#prison
#religion
#violence
73 reads
8 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
21st Mar 2025 5:00am
21st Mar 2025 5:00am
The Nostalgic Nightingale
Perched on a withering branch
The nightingale sings a melancholic song
With a voice that remembers the past
Like echoes of spring from long, long ago
As the wind stirs amidst the trees
The nightingale sings a despondent tune
A winged memory of open blue skies
Now painted with a little more gloom…
But at night the nightingale sits in silence
Warm in the nest looking up at the stars
While the wind whispers amidst the trees
And leaves fall gently on the ground
The little bird reminisces of times
Of days lived and laughed and gone ...
The nightingale sings a melancholic song
With a voice that remembers the past
Like echoes of spring from long, long ago
As the wind stirs amidst the trees
The nightingale sings a despondent tune
A winged memory of open blue skies
Now painted with a little more gloom…
But at night the nightingale sits in silence
Warm in the nest looking up at the stars
While the wind whispers amidst the trees
And leaves fall gently on the ground
The little bird reminisces of times
Of days lived and laughed and gone ...
#birds
#memories
#nostalgia #TimeHeals
#nostalgia #TimeHeals
91 reads
4 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
29th Mar 2025 6:38am
29th Mar 2025 6:38am
just another bad night...
some nights sit like a hippo on the chest
slumber disturbed
by hauntings believed to be...laid to rest
as internal screams still echo into heavy darkness
drowning out the thundering of heart
trying to still stuttering breaths
odd how surprising familiar can seem
when the mind is focused on other things
until we relax & let down our guard
& there they are
demons still waiting
hovering in the edges of sight
only peripherally noticed
hence...I sit here scribbling of old issues
when I...
slumber disturbed
by hauntings believed to be...laid to rest
as internal screams still echo into heavy darkness
drowning out the thundering of heart
trying to still stuttering breaths
odd how surprising familiar can seem
when the mind is focused on other things
until we relax & let down our guard
& there they are
demons still waiting
hovering in the edges of sight
only peripherally noticed
hence...I sit here scribbling of old issues
when I...
#confessional
#memories
#nightmares
84 reads
PAR
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 10:04pm
3rd Mar 2025 10:04pm
Triumvirat - Spartacus
At fifteen, the music whirled in a time machine,
where Spartacus calls with symphonic gleam.
Keys cascade like ancient rivers’ stream,
echoing rebellion in a wild and fierce dream.
Synth notes rise like morning's first light.
With drums' thunderous roar Rome takes flight.
Heartbeats sync with the rhythm's might.
An empire's fall in the silent night.
Emotions surge in the flickering gleam
as history dances revealing its steam.
In the attic headphones tether the soul
each track pulls deeper making hearts whole.
Warrior’s cries...
where Spartacus calls with symphonic gleam.
Keys cascade like ancient rivers’ stream,
echoing rebellion in a wild and fierce dream.
Synth notes rise like morning's first light.
With drums' thunderous roar Rome takes flight.
Heartbeats sync with the rhythm's might.
An empire's fall in the silent night.
Emotions surge in the flickering gleam
as history dances revealing its steam.
In the attic headphones tether the soul
each track pulls deeper making hearts whole.
Warrior’s cries...
#beauty
#memories
#music #teens
#music #teens
77 reads
4 Comments
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