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.
Duende
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2024 2:00pm
22nd Sep 2024 2:00pm
Memories
opposites attract
they always say
& that was truly
the case with us
J was a rock as
loyal as can be
accepted me as
i am restored my
faith in humanity
and in men yet
talking about his
emotions was not
his forte nor was
communicating
whiskey & dope
& going out was
we talked about
us & how to fix it
yet we grew apart
i am so grateful for
being with J for the
laughs and the rides
& the...
they always say
& that was truly
the case with us
J was a rock as
loyal as can be
accepted me as
i am restored my
faith in humanity
and in men yet
talking about his
emotions was not
his forte nor was
communicating
whiskey & dope
& going out was
we talked about
us & how to fix it
yet we grew apart
i am so grateful for
being with J for the
laughs and the rides
& the...
#gratitude
#memories
283 reads
26 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
163 reads
2 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
12th Sep 2024 10:57pm
12th Sep 2024 10:57pm
thoughts percolate...
my heart wants to believe the best of others
but my mind...
holds a catalogue in memory
having borne witness to evidence
entirely to the contrary
& heart views a glass half full
mind sees it half empty
in truth...
it bears the same contents
it is...what it is
as a feather
plucked from a wing
no longer capable of flight
left merely to drift
near weightless
at the mercy of a current
such is the wandering of my thoughts
where heart sighs
& minds flinches
because we...
but my mind...
holds a catalogue in memory
having borne witness to evidence
entirely to the contrary
& heart views a glass half full
mind sees it half empty
in truth...
it bears the same contents
it is...what it is
as a feather
plucked from a wing
no longer capable of flight
left merely to drift
near weightless
at the mercy of a current
such is the wandering of my thoughts
where heart sighs
& minds flinches
because we...
#confessional
#confusion
#humankind
#memories
#SelfReflection
180 reads
12 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 2:01am
26th Nov 2024 2:01am
Eternal Blessing
I was sitting on the porch with my Grandfather, when he made the comment, Thank You God!"
But me in my ignorance, and being school educated, decided in an instance that he didn't
have anything to be thankful for. By mistaking ignorance for intelligence, I quickly took in
all that he had in this world. From little more than a shack for a house, a pair bib overalls
he probably brought before I was born, and a pair brogans suffering from to much mending.
Now my school education taught me that the dumbest question is the unasked ones. So I
asked him,"What...
But me in my ignorance, and being school educated, decided in an instance that he didn't
have anything to be thankful for. By mistaking ignorance for intelligence, I quickly took in
all that he had in this world. From little more than a shack for a house, a pair bib overalls
he probably brought before I was born, and a pair brogans suffering from to much mending.
Now my school education taught me that the dumbest question is the unasked ones. So I
asked him,"What...
#family
#love
#memories
149 reads
10 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
14th Nov 2024 1:30pm
14th Nov 2024 1:30pm
The Truth Fairy
Under the pillow, a tooth was placed.
A child waiting, all snug in haste.
But a different fairy, with wings so bright,
slipped into the room in the middle of the night.
Not the Tooth Fairy with glitter and cheer
but the Truth Fairy, solemn and near.
With a sigh, she whispered, “It’s time to reveal
the secrets and truths that life may conceal.”
In dreams the child was gently led
to scenes of truth, both hoped and dread.
A mirror showed friends who might betray
and promises broken along the way.
Eyes...
A child waiting, all snug in haste.
But a different fairy, with wings so bright,
slipped into the room in the middle of the night.
Not the Tooth Fairy with glitter and cheer
but the Truth Fairy, solemn and near.
With a sigh, she whispered, “It’s time to reveal
the secrets and truths that life may conceal.”
In dreams the child was gently led
to scenes of truth, both hoped and dread.
A mirror showed friends who might betray
and promises broken along the way.
Eyes...
#childhood
#fairies
#magic
#memories
#philosophical
179 reads
8 Comments
Honoria
Poem Published
5th Jan 2021 6:37am
5th Jan 2021 6:37am
El Greco!
Was not the name of this diner.
I don’t recall its name anymore.
It was torn down over twenty years ago.
Strangely-
given its prime real estate locale,
nothing has been built in its place.
What’s left are open space memories by those of us who frequented it in its hey day.
I remember its dark faux paneled walls. The fake Corinthian leather seats that made your thighs sweat in summer. Chipped linoleum table tops always sticky from who knows what.
If the cigarette smell didn’t offend you, the sour smell of drunken...
I don’t recall its name anymore.
It was torn down over twenty years ago.
Strangely-
given its prime real estate locale,
nothing has been built in its place.
What’s left are open space memories by those of us who frequented it in its hey day.
I remember its dark faux paneled walls. The fake Corinthian leather seats that made your thighs sweat in summer. Chipped linoleum table tops always sticky from who knows what.
If the cigarette smell didn’t offend you, the sour smell of drunken...
#friendship
#memories
966 reads
38 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 6:48pm
4th Jan 2025 6:48pm
I f**k STRANGERS!
#dirty
#memories
#PTSD #sex
#PTSD #sex
78 reads
6 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
84 reads
6 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2024 3:03am
3rd Nov 2024 3:03am
The Modelos are Nice and Cold
My pops always seemed to be the life of the party
A strong booming voice that could fill the room
He had a hardy laugh like he heard the funniest thing
And he could drink hard like he was in a saloon
And when the cumbias came on the speakers
He’d hit the floor and dance like nobody’s business
He’d have fun because he loved the ambiance
From birthdays and picnics all the way to Christmas
At the stadium we would sit and drink in the stands
He’d tell me stories when he used to play the game
There was a sense of mystery...
A strong booming voice that could fill the room
He had a hardy laugh like he heard the funniest thing
And he could drink hard like he was in a saloon
And when the cumbias came on the speakers
He’d hit the floor and dance like nobody’s business
He’d have fun because he loved the ambiance
From birthdays and picnics all the way to Christmas
At the stadium we would sit and drink in the stands
He’d tell me stories when he used to play the game
There was a sense of mystery...
#family
#father
#memories
124 reads
6 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
25th Aug 2022 9:00pm
25th Aug 2022 9:00pm
Daddy issues
He is the dweller of secret bedrooms
And the choreographer of dirty dances.
My body pressed against him.
He's far from perfect but he moves me,
and I love his arrogance.
My appearance is deceptively childish.
I'm waiting for the bed brawl.
I will be wet and hot in this fight.
Maintaining my innocence... lost.
We need this bittersweet love,
We are perverts, everything is distorted.
And you take me hard... push me.
When I accidentally inhale.
And a whisper in your ear:
-Come on, come on...
Hand on the...
And the choreographer of dirty dances.
My body pressed against him.
He's far from perfect but he moves me,
and I love his arrogance.
My appearance is deceptively childish.
I'm waiting for the bed brawl.
I will be wet and hot in this fight.
Maintaining my innocence... lost.
We need this bittersweet love,
We are perverts, everything is distorted.
And you take me hard... push me.
When I accidentally inhale.
And a whisper in your ear:
-Come on, come on...
Hand on the...
#anxiety
#love
#hate
#BDSM
#memories
1092 reads
70 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2025 3:34pm
3rd Feb 2025 3:34pm
Caged Memories
Walking in the shadow of twilight down the avenue
of cobblestone and caged memories lingering in my
soul as hush falls the dusk in silence of relentless cold
between shadow and echoes intimacy lusting in twilight's
tapestry turning memories into poetry
of cobblestone and caged memories lingering in my
soul as hush falls the dusk in silence of relentless cold
between shadow and echoes intimacy lusting in twilight's
tapestry turning memories into poetry
#erotic
#memories
99 reads
2 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 2:10am
12th Jan 2025 2:10am
what time does the floor show start?
..that is the question I
always asked myself
when my drunken father
came staggering home
with my mom sitting
on that worn out old
couch waiting for him
and his worthless den
full of lion lies and vodka
excuses
I had a front row seat
and I didn't have to pay
one red cent to see the
whole dammed show
now that's what I
call entertainment
always asked myself
when my drunken father
came staggering home
with my mom sitting
on that worn out old
couch waiting for him
and his worthless den
full of lion lies and vodka
excuses
I had a front row seat
and I didn't have to pay
one red cent to see the
whole dammed show
now that's what I
call entertainment
#father
#memories
#mother
70 reads
4 Comments
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