Popular Poems About Memories
#memories
Popular poems about memories. Poems are listed in order of their popularity this month.
I Called You to Remember
The distant echo of us
Still reverberating through my heart
When you answered
All I heard was silence
Still reverberating through my heart
When you answered
All I heard was silence
#heartbroken
#love
#memories
192 reads
17 Comments
Rust
coffee always hits my nose
a moment before my mouth;
dark and warm, the elixir calls
and there are times when
I can almost taste the memories;
my mother’s stoneware cup
always mixed a bit too sweet,
even for the sweetest of my teeth;
the smell of Folger’s coffee,
a bright and earthy contrast
to the thick, floral notes
of her drugstore perfume;
they are indelibly scribed
upon my patchwork manifest;
I’d have it no other way
a moment before my mouth;
dark and warm, the elixir calls
and there are times when
I can almost taste the memories;
my mother’s stoneware cup
always mixed a bit too sweet,
even for the sweetest of my teeth;
the smell of Folger’s coffee,
a bright and earthy contrast
to the thick, floral notes
of her drugstore perfume;
they are indelibly scribed
upon my patchwork manifest;
I’d have it no other way
#memories
86 reads
11 Comments
just desserts
I want a past that won't
put a boot to the back of
my neck
I want a future that taste
like candy
I want a slate wiped clean
before it was ever written
on
I want to drink with kings
that are fools and fools
that are kings
I want to find a place where
the sun is blind
I want to find torture where
the love never ceases
I want to make life up as
I go along
I want a story with a bad,
bad ending
I want the truth even though
it's going to hurt
...
put a boot to the back of
my neck
I want a future that taste
like candy
I want a slate wiped clean
before it was ever written
on
I want to drink with kings
that are fools and fools
that are kings
I want to find a place where
the sun is blind
I want to find torture where
the love never ceases
I want to make life up as
I go along
I want a story with a bad,
bad ending
I want the truth even though
it's going to hurt
...
#memories
85 reads
12 Comments
The Last of 4
Families wane
exhausted by strife
rescued too little,
too late.
exhausted by strife
rescued too little,
too late.
#family
#memories
#responsibility
68 reads
8 Comments
It Isn't Me
I want to disappear to some faraway place
Just get up and go and not leave a trace
No forwarding address for me to be found
Break free from the ties and be no longer bound
Alone as ive always been, nobody should care
If they do come looking I wouldn't be there
Off in the unknown Id be happy and free
Nowhere at all is where I want to be
A hint of a memory lost in the years
A piece of nostalgia hidden in tears
A faint thought of missing in somebodys mind
A feeling of loss that can't be defined
...
Just get up and go and not leave a trace
No forwarding address for me to be found
Break free from the ties and be no longer bound
Alone as ive always been, nobody should care
If they do come looking I wouldn't be there
Off in the unknown Id be happy and free
Nowhere at all is where I want to be
A hint of a memory lost in the years
A piece of nostalgia hidden in tears
A faint thought of missing in somebodys mind
A feeling of loss that can't be defined
...
#escape
#freedom
#memories
131 reads
6 Comments
Memories Of You
Old flames never die
Something will ignite the past
Thoughts of you I love
Something will ignite the past
Thoughts of you I love
#haiku
#love
#memories
86 reads
12 Comments
Grow Up
Don’t look at me like that
Don’t use that tone either
Get that chip off your shoulder
Sit up straight
And elbows OFF the table.
Brussell sprouts, don’t get up until you eat every bite
Don’t you know people are starving in Africa?
And don’t forget dish duty, it’s your turn
And don’t let the water run into the floor like last time
And by the way,
the floor,
you need to sweep it again.
THIS is a tire tool, it loosens the wheel
THIS is potting soil, it feeds the flower
THIS is a lawn mower, it cuts the flower...
Don’t use that tone either
Get that chip off your shoulder
Sit up straight
And elbows OFF the table.
Brussell sprouts, don’t get up until you eat every bite
Don’t you know people are starving in Africa?
And don’t forget dish duty, it’s your turn
And don’t let the water run into the floor like last time
And by the way,
the floor,
you need to sweep it again.
THIS is a tire tool, it loosens the wheel
THIS is potting soil, it feeds the flower
THIS is a lawn mower, it cuts the flower...
#children
#family
#father
#memories
#mother
97 reads
10 Comments
willful amnesia
how honest are we with ourselves
when the night howls
& memory lies behind our eyes
is it the heart & it's infinite capacity to forget
gaslighting us into believing we must have...
...what we desire
as if that worked out so well the last time
& truth is...
reality tastes better dipped in arsenic
going down...at any rate
it's the gut clawing crawl to the end that reminds us
too late to kick ourselves
or renege on the deal we made
to appease our desperate need
to cave...giving in
...like a...
when the night howls
& memory lies behind our eyes
is it the heart & it's infinite capacity to forget
gaslighting us into believing we must have...
...what we desire
as if that worked out so well the last time
& truth is...
reality tastes better dipped in arsenic
going down...at any rate
it's the gut clawing crawl to the end that reminds us
too late to kick ourselves
or renege on the deal we made
to appease our desperate need
to cave...giving in
...like a...
#honesty
#memories
#SelfReflection #TimeHeals
#SelfReflection #TimeHeals
111 reads
6 Comments
All That Remains
Its better to have loved and lost
Then to have never loved at all
Thats bullshit
Nothing more than a feel good line
A weak attempt to soften the blow
Something only people who have lost would say
Could understand the need for
Whats better is the dream
The hope of what might be
The desire behind it all
That is better than losing love
I had love
I had my dream
I know what its like
That knowing is what makes losing it unbearable
I wish I hadn't loved
That I didn't experience my...
Then to have never loved at all
Thats bullshit
Nothing more than a feel good line
A weak attempt to soften the blow
Something only people who have lost would say
Could understand the need for
Whats better is the dream
The hope of what might be
The desire behind it all
That is better than losing love
I had love
I had my dream
I know what its like
That knowing is what makes losing it unbearable
I wish I hadn't loved
That I didn't experience my...
#family
#grief
#love
#memories
#regret
104 reads
4 Comments
I Was Never Here
Maybe you thought you saw me
But I was never here at all
Perhaps all I've ever really been
Is some writing on the wall
An echo of pain bouncing around
Looking for an escape
Trauma and sorrow from deep in the void
Briefly able to take shape
A disembodied voice you might have heard
A whisper that came from the dark
Passing through these halls unseen
While barely leaving a mark
Quickly forgotten and written off
As nothing more than a trick of the mind
Fading away with the passing...
But I was never here at all
Perhaps all I've ever really been
Is some writing on the wall
An echo of pain bouncing around
Looking for an escape
Trauma and sorrow from deep in the void
Briefly able to take shape
A disembodied voice you might have heard
A whisper that came from the dark
Passing through these halls unseen
While barely leaving a mark
Quickly forgotten and written off
As nothing more than a trick of the mind
Fading away with the passing...
#ghosts
#memories
#myself
118 reads
6 Comments
Holy
Mother Mary's bedroom,
where graying hairs lay sewn into a brush.
Baby powder scented sheets,
wooden crosses above.
Clean. Sacred. Divine.
Mother Mary's kitchen,
where Doris Day sings you awake.
The magic Treble Clef dances on the
Sweet N' Low packet.
Petal. Pink. Shake.
Mother Mary's bathroom,
with Precious Moments pictures and shag carpet.
With the brightest night light plug in,
and porcelain figurines.
Pert. Ivory. White Rain.
Mother Mary's living room,
where itchy Afghan blankets collect...
where graying hairs lay sewn into a brush.
Baby powder scented sheets,
wooden crosses above.
Clean. Sacred. Divine.
Mother Mary's kitchen,
where Doris Day sings you awake.
The magic Treble Clef dances on the
Sweet N' Low packet.
Petal. Pink. Shake.
Mother Mary's bathroom,
with Precious Moments pictures and shag carpet.
With the brightest night light plug in,
and porcelain figurines.
Pert. Ivory. White Rain.
Mother Mary's living room,
where itchy Afghan blankets collect...
#memories
#spiritual
61 reads
4 Comments
15 YEARS
I still recall
The frightened teens
On Halloween
Down the drive
And walks on moonlit nights
With the blanketing glow
Of November snow
A time that mystery still was profound
And the woods crept into my soul
In their bone-chilling embrace
I was whole
I still recall
That blasted heath
To where we'd often play
I must admit those times are dear
Despite what became of us
There is no shame in distance
For sake of one's health
Choosing not to play the game
I wish them well but never will ...
The frightened teens
On Halloween
Down the drive
And walks on moonlit nights
With the blanketing glow
Of November snow
A time that mystery still was profound
And the woods crept into my soul
In their bone-chilling embrace
I was whole
I still recall
That blasted heath
To where we'd often play
I must admit those times are dear
Despite what became of us
There is no shame in distance
For sake of one's health
Choosing not to play the game
I wish them well but never will ...
#memories
#SelfReflection
#TimeHeals
43 reads
2 Comments
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