Short Poems About Memories
#memories
Short poems about memories. 30 words or less, most recently published poems first.
familiar memory
this memory
is familiar,
it resembles
a place
i lived
as
a child,
with each
deep breath,
my feet
traveled over
that soil,
i breathe
that air,
i can see
the old
farmhouse,
the gone
faces
watching
over me
all so
familiar,
and how
i miss
them
so much.
is familiar,
it resembles
a place
i lived
as
a child,
with each
deep breath,
my feet
traveled over
that soil,
i breathe
that air,
i can see
the old
farmhouse,
the gone
faces
watching
over me
all so
familiar,
and how
i miss
them
so much.
#childhood
#family
#memories
#nostalgia
#separation
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The memory of what once was echoes through my mind
Like the last notes of a mourning dove's call.
Like the last notes of a mourning dove's call.
#memories
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What if
I suppose,
If we
Had married,
You’d still be
Pissing me off
And
Turning me on
If we
Had married,
You’d still be
Pissing me off
And
Turning me on
#memories
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Fading Memory
solar radiation
orange red purple
cloudy irregularity
focused through
corneal filtration
visions of eye
analyzed with
retinal detachment
cerebral recognition
unrecognizable
patterns shifting color
increasingly intense
fading slowly
oozing into
shades of gray
© 2023 Raibeart Bruis
orange red purple
cloudy irregularity
focused through
corneal filtration
visions of eye
analyzed with
retinal detachment
cerebral recognition
unrecognizable
patterns shifting color
increasingly intense
fading slowly
oozing into
shades of gray
© 2023 Raibeart Bruis
#sun
#memories
#unicorns #sensual
#unicorns #sensual
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memories
history is all we have to look back on
#memories
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The rain.
There was 1 shilling
That I grabbed
On my way to island
And the crab grabbed
My feet I grabbed the
Crab and roasted it
Blue over the flames of wood
And ate it.
That I grabbed
On my way to island
And the crab grabbed
My feet I grabbed the
Crab and roasted it
Blue over the flames of wood
And ate it.
#memories
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The gunk on the bottom drawer
#love
#memories
#minimalist
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my mother (an old photograph)
there
she is,
standing tall
in
the old
photograph,
color
not invented
yet,
but,
you can
still see
a faint
smile
she carries,
her
high cheek
bones,
dark
enough eyes,
long
cherokee hair,
the love
she expresses
for me
and all
her children,
as she
lets someone
capture her
in
a photograph.
she is,
standing tall
in
the old
photograph,
color
not invented
yet,
but,
you can
still see
a faint
smile
she carries,
her
high cheek
bones,
dark
enough eyes,
long
cherokee hair,
the love
she expresses
for me
and all
her children,
as she
lets someone
capture her
in
a photograph.
#happiness
#love
#identity
#memories
#nostalgia
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The Thing That Gives Me Joy
You could
say that the
thing that
gives me joy is to
watch the Thanksgiving
Day Parade before
we eat
some turkey
and stuff.
say that the
thing that
gives me joy is to
watch the Thanksgiving
Day Parade before
we eat
some turkey
and stuff.
#home
#holiday
#memories
#dialogue
#nonfiction
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Below The Window
Like magic after the dew
a frosty shade of winter
of snow, I remember
below the window
and the sky was blue
a frosty shade of winter
of snow, I remember
below the window
and the sky was blue
#memories
#philosophical
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like I’m still just a kid
head filled with old british
black and white films of the ‘forties and ‘fifties, which I keep to myself,
I don’t want to look stupid ..
black and white films of the ‘forties and ‘fifties, which I keep to myself,
I don’t want to look stupid ..
#memories
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The Bouchard.
Night skyline
Crape and craves
Grapes and grades
Trades vampires
Bushes French fries
Coke toast.
Crape and craves
Grapes and grades
Trades vampires
Bushes French fries
Coke toast.
#memories
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