Poems About Memories by Top Critiquers
#memories
Poems about memories by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
9th Feb 2025 9:51pm
9th Feb 2025 9:51pm
Ring of life & death
He's showed his kid numerous times a video of him and the kid's mother fucking on the night the kid was conceived
He would then show the kid a video of the child's mother giving birth to him
Years later, the kid showed his kid a video of himself shooting his father in the head with a shotgun
He would then show the kid a video of the child's mother giving birth to him
Years later, the kid showed his kid a video of himself shooting his father in the head with a shotgun
#birth
#children
#father
#memories
#sex
49 reads
6 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 7:19am
28th Jan 2025 7:19am
My Heart Smiled
I’ve always had a fascination with the automobile. Growing up I loved my Hot Wheels collection above all other toys. Would always look at the stamp on the bottom of the car, so I could learn: make, model, year.
My dad worked on cars for extra money when I was young. He wasn’t a certified mechanic but he knew how to work on them. I even remember he did minor body work, and painted them as well. He pulled engines and transmissions, and other items before taking them off to be crushed.
My favorite car he worked on was a 1968 Mercury Cougar. It was blue and had a...
My dad worked on cars for extra money when I was young. He wasn’t a certified mechanic but he knew how to work on them. I even remember he did minor body work, and painted them as well. He pulled engines and transmissions, and other items before taking them off to be crushed.
My favorite car he worked on was a 1968 Mercury Cougar. It was blue and had a...
#memories
#nostalgia
99 reads
16 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
30th Sep 2024 1:15pm
30th Sep 2024 1:15pm
Life Lesson 6 (Uk) Defiance runs in the blood
Before the term road rage became common use, I'm pretty sure that my cousin, who was driving us back to the house, was exhibiting all the classic signs.
Not only was she speeding and diving in and out of traffic in her white Ford Granada car, but she was also letting out some colorful curse words, and I even had to turn my head and stare at her, wondering what was going through her mind.
We managed to return to the house in one piece to be greeted by the rest of the family. You would think that being born and raised in the United States, I would not...
Not only was she speeding and diving in and out of traffic in her white Ford Granada car, but she was also letting out some colorful curse words, and I even had to turn my head and stare at her, wondering what was going through her mind.
We managed to return to the house in one piece to be greeted by the rest of the family. You would think that being born and raised in the United States, I would not...
#family
#memories
114 reads
6 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
14th Nov 2024 3:21pm
14th Nov 2024 3:21pm
brenda
in my dark hours I keep a diary of sin
days I squanered, on days I regret
with thoughts that haunt, while I try to escape to sleep
lying there with a private cinema
replaying pivatol moments
so many mistakes along the way
with pitfalls I feel I should have avoided
my faded flowers memories of brighter days
before I learned how brutal the world could be
sheltered as a little girl
I wasn't prepared for the realities of life
too eager to experience things
I wish I had more focus as a youth
so bright of mind, it seems...
days I squanered, on days I regret
with thoughts that haunt, while I try to escape to sleep
lying there with a private cinema
replaying pivatol moments
so many mistakes along the way
with pitfalls I feel I should have avoided
my faded flowers memories of brighter days
before I learned how brutal the world could be
sheltered as a little girl
I wasn't prepared for the realities of life
too eager to experience things
I wish I had more focus as a youth
so bright of mind, it seems...
#LifeStruggles
#love
#memories
96 reads
4 Comments
Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 11:27am
14th Jan 2025 11:27am
Once upon a picture
from the mantlepiece
quivering questions
swirling soot soothes
chimney smoke signals
written by an old berber woman
lava levitates sanctum withered mouth
speaks storm like crawls
through a needles eye
one eyed truth
a fools journey
how wise are those
who have none
and twirling figures escaped
escalating science from silence
in a hazed compound
I saw my sister’s ballet slippers slip
she wants to be a ballerina
when she dances...
quivering questions
swirling soot soothes
chimney smoke signals
written by an old berber woman
lava levitates sanctum withered mouth
speaks storm like crawls
through a needles eye
one eyed truth
a fools journey
how wise are those
who have none
and twirling figures escaped
escalating science from silence
in a hazed compound
I saw my sister’s ballet slippers slip
she wants to be a ballerina
when she dances...
#childhood
#memories
106 reads
8 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
7th Dec 2024 12:53pm
7th Dec 2024 12:53pm
Wild Blackberries
Blackberries visual entry
#childhood
#food
#memories #nostalgia
#memories #nostalgia
301 reads
18 Comments
Her
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 12:57pm
17th Jan 2025 12:57pm
Better Off Solo
Mmmmm, yeah, yeah
Ohhhhh
Footsteps echo on the marble cold, ohhh
Glimmer of gold, stories untold
Past's soft murmur, tales of old
My future is bright and bold
Sipping my wine reminiscing our twilight
The shadow of our love now just a nightlight
A tale of two hearts, I don’t let myself get caught up in our past
We used to shine so bright
Now just a burned out flame, you don’t linger too long in my sight
Mmmm, yeah, yeah
Mmmmmm
Stray melodies, piano keys caress
Moments frozen, my...
Ohhhhh
Footsteps echo on the marble cold, ohhh
Glimmer of gold, stories untold
Past's soft murmur, tales of old
My future is bright and bold
Sipping my wine reminiscing our twilight
The shadow of our love now just a nightlight
A tale of two hearts, I don’t let myself get caught up in our past
We used to shine so bright
Now just a burned out flame, you don’t linger too long in my sight
Mmmm, yeah, yeah
Mmmmmm
Stray melodies, piano keys caress
Moments frozen, my...
#lyrics
#memories
#MovingOn
#relationships
#TimeHeals
150 reads
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 9:27pm
10th Jan 2025 9:27pm
It's another year in my life
It's me again the story teller of unspoken words ✍️. 111 It's here at this moment in my life with another year in my life, coming that I am truly grateful and thankful and blessed. To be able to see another day in my life. For tomorrow is a blessing for me, on my 66 birthday. 🎉🎂 For sure it's on this day I silently reflect upon my life, as I journey and travel and walk the last four years of my own life. FOR let's go back to 2002 when I had a spinal infusion and I was unable to walk, 😭 or stand on my own two feet alone. 😔 IT was that moment in...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#memories
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
85 reads
2 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
30th Jan 2023 6:17am
30th Jan 2023 6:17am
THE MEMORY LINGERS
#sex
#erotic
#rhyming #memories
#rhyming #memories
394 reads
1 Comment
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 11:13pm
18th Jan 2025 11:13pm
The Ladder
Behind the daytime of my worn eyes.
Throughout the black static of my mind.
Exists an endless ladder that winds.
It climbs past memories drawers.
Where the long forgotten is stored.
Memories, both warm and cold mental burns.
Keys to doors of what we have learned.
Crucial reminders of knowledge earned.
It's time to descend with thoughts elated and free.
And open enlightened eyes to finally see.
The now of the ripest possibilities.
Throughout the black static of my mind.
Exists an endless ladder that winds.
It climbs past memories drawers.
Where the long forgotten is stored.
Memories, both warm and cold mental burns.
Keys to doors of what we have learned.
Crucial reminders of knowledge earned.
It's time to descend with thoughts elated and free.
And open enlightened eyes to finally see.
The now of the ripest possibilities.
#learning
#memories
#SelfDiscovery
81 reads
11 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
24th Dec 2023 3:09pm
24th Dec 2023 3:09pm
Aunt June
A poor old dingbat lady of the church
who came to visit mom, when I was young:
her teeth on the nightstand Polident perch
tumbler dunked in brief freedom from the tongue.
Last I heard a stroke claimed her, flesh and ghost,
and that she had fallen into a ditch.
But memories are an echo necrosed
like her white cotton bookmark tatting stitch
verse and chapter worn and bond leather bare
on the bible next to those burbling teeth.
But I did not know it; not then; not there;
or long after her casket was beneath ...
who came to visit mom, when I was young:
her teeth on the nightstand Polident perch
tumbler dunked in brief freedom from the tongue.
Last I heard a stroke claimed her, flesh and ghost,
and that she had fallen into a ditch.
But memories are an echo necrosed
like her white cotton bookmark tatting stitch
verse and chapter worn and bond leather bare
on the bible next to those burbling teeth.
But I did not know it; not then; not there;
or long after her casket was beneath ...
#childhood
#family
#memories #MentalHealth
#memories #MentalHealth
172 reads
2 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 2:53pm
2nd Feb 2025 2:53pm
~misc. minimalist random scribbles:: summated from a past
1.
wafts the nightly run dunes
in a myriad ringing perfumy
runes~ lawsonia-in-blooms
2.
petrified mindfringes
drinks in the syringing rains-
levitational petrichors now
3.
hazy galloping fast, vastly
zebrine skies- tingle & tango
her moony third eye🌔
4.
#Monsoonal #TanglishMinimalist
#mridangam skies rumbly
whelm as #TalaiKaveri tears
5.
oh the giant cannibal
monsoonal glooms, how
you gobble up even
dimly living daylights! ...
wafts the nightly run dunes
in a myriad ringing perfumy
runes~ lawsonia-in-blooms
2.
petrified mindfringes
drinks in the syringing rains-
levitational petrichors now
3.
hazy galloping fast, vastly
zebrine skies- tingle & tango
her moony third eye🌔
4.
#Monsoonal #TanglishMinimalist
#mridangam skies rumbly
whelm as #TalaiKaveri tears
5.
oh the giant cannibal
monsoonal glooms, how
you gobble up even
dimly living daylights! ...
#love
#memories
#minimalist #WritingPoetry
#minimalist #WritingPoetry
102 reads
6 Comments
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