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.
Phantom2426
Poem Published
7th Jun 2021 5:51am
7th Jun 2021 5:51am
Mom's B-Day
Today is my mom's
birthday she had fun
today because she
spend it with her
family talking about
the good old days
So mom this poem
goes out for you
so you may have
many more b-days
with your crazy ass
Wild Family
While having a
Life Adventure
birthday she had fun
today because she
spend it with her
family talking about
the good old days
So mom this poem
goes out for you
so you may have
many more b-days
with your crazy ass
Wild Family
While having a
Life Adventure
#love
#mother
#family
#birthday
#memories
407 reads
10 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2022 9:30pm
22nd Feb 2022 9:30pm
I never left
discerning waters, I am faith
troubling the deep, I am nothing
on the airs stirring the mists I fathom what I can not see
interpretation is not a gift I possess
I leave that to madness
waxing then waning pregnant with grief
tears taste of emptiness
charcoal filaments of honesty inspire me
darkness is mine
don't disturb the sleeping ache
restless need won't you leave me to my thoughts
I pace the skies echoing my visions
broken child of sin
reliving it again
troubling the deep, I am nothing
on the airs stirring the mists I fathom what I can not see
interpretation is not a gift I possess
I leave that to madness
waxing then waning pregnant with grief
tears taste of emptiness
charcoal filaments of honesty inspire me
darkness is mine
don't disturb the sleeping ache
restless need won't you leave me to my thoughts
I pace the skies echoing my visions
broken child of sin
reliving it again
#memories
#metaphor
202 reads
3 Comments
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
24th Jan 2023 7:06pm
24th Jan 2023 7:06pm
Tightrope
Taut are the never ending cables,
Grind elevators through time shafts
Balance scrapers to the sky’s tilt,
Feather friendship to staircase
Of red double-decker buses.
Nothing more.....
Than a metaphor whore,
Door-to-door salesman
For GrimReaper.com,
Building suburban cemeteries
To the pedal of London after midnight.
Show me the bones and I may
Write you a double-breasted suit
Angles of Angel Pub
Take wings on camera obscura
Lager lenses just become smaller.
Only thing civil about our...
Grind elevators through time shafts
Balance scrapers to the sky’s tilt,
Feather friendship to staircase
Of red double-decker buses.
Nothing more.....
Than a metaphor whore,
Door-to-door salesman
For GrimReaper.com,
Building suburban cemeteries
To the pedal of London after midnight.
Show me the bones and I may
Write you a double-breasted suit
Angles of Angel Pub
Take wings on camera obscura
Lager lenses just become smaller.
Only thing civil about our...
#death
#memories
#LifeCycle
78 reads
14 Comments
Adelphina
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2022 3:42am
2nd Dec 2022 3:42am
Poinsettia Red Lipstick
As the festive wind howls its cheer
For the upcoming Christmas Year
I always light a candlestick
To a time of Poinsettia Red Lipstick
When my Abuela would sit and sew me
Dresses on her singer sewing machine
With smoke threading the holiday air
By a single abandoned cigarette
Stub wedged into the slot
Of her black acrylic ashtray
Decorated with red halo rings
Of mini Poinsettia wreaths
My home now adorned with
Embracing hugging presents
Each vibrant plant display
Her essence and presence...
For the upcoming Christmas Year
I always light a candlestick
To a time of Poinsettia Red Lipstick
When my Abuela would sit and sew me
Dresses on her singer sewing machine
With smoke threading the holiday air
By a single abandoned cigarette
Stub wedged into the slot
Of her black acrylic ashtray
Decorated with red halo rings
Of mini Poinsettia wreaths
My home now adorned with
Embracing hugging presents
Each vibrant plant display
Her essence and presence...
#death
#holiday
#memories
250 reads
38 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2023 2:57am
22nd Jan 2023 2:57am
bet'cha you can't get away with that anymore
1965
living in Georgia
six years
old
my father was a drunk
off his ass son-of-bitch
in every sense of the
word-
but every now and then
he could throw you a bone
I'd would hear him calling
me
"HEY, WHY DON'T YOU
WALK DOWN TO THE
STORE AND GET ME A
PACK OF CAMELS. HERES
A BUCK...
AND GET YOURSELF
SOMETHING TOO."
(that was as good as
it got with my old man)
so... here's this six year
old kid walking along the
roadside heading for...
living in Georgia
six years
old
my father was a drunk
off his ass son-of-bitch
in every sense of the
word-
but every now and then
he could throw you a bone
I'd would hear him calling
me
"HEY, WHY DON'T YOU
WALK DOWN TO THE
STORE AND GET ME A
PACK OF CAMELS. HERES
A BUCK...
AND GET YOURSELF
SOMETHING TOO."
(that was as good as
it got with my old man)
so... here's this six year
old kid walking along the
roadside heading for...
#family
#memories
86 reads
14 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
13th Jan 2023 2:27am
13th Jan 2023 2:27am
Poeem
my dad is so southern,
he says “poem”
like “poeem”
and I’m just manic enough
to appreciate that
what I appreciate more, though
is that upon hearing my
latest scribblings, declared
he would write a poeem of his own
he grabs a notebook that I’m certain
is aged nearly as many years as I have,
but dare I say not nearly as well
*insert a wink emoji, if you’re into
that sort of thing*
I’m hit with a starburst of memories;
he, in his Bible-studyin’ chair
-and me, on the old...
he says “poem”
like “poeem”
and I’m just manic enough
to appreciate that
what I appreciate more, though
is that upon hearing my
latest scribblings, declared
he would write a poeem of his own
he grabs a notebook that I’m certain
is aged nearly as many years as I have,
but dare I say not nearly as well
*insert a wink emoji, if you’re into
that sort of thing*
I’m hit with a starburst of memories;
he, in his Bible-studyin’ chair
-and me, on the old...
#family
#LifeAsAWriter
#memories #WritingPoetry
#memories #WritingPoetry
31 reads
24 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
30th Dec 2021 2:48pm
30th Dec 2021 2:48pm
MY FAMILY VACATION
#family
#memories
247 reads
2 Comments
Her
Poem Published
19th Jan 2023 12:38pm
19th Jan 2023 12:38pm
If I Close My Eyes Tightly I Remember
The feeling
When my heart knows
He wants to
Shower me with
Devotion
Sway me
Into his arms
Wrap me
Into his heart
Without
Saying a word
When my heart knows
He wants to
Shower me with
Devotion
Sway me
Into his arms
Wrap me
Into his heart
Without
Saying a word
#love
#memories
68 reads
1 Comment
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2022 2:54pm
22nd Dec 2022 2:54pm
Insignificant moments
Never actively shunned
but not one of the cool crowd
too many Undesirable friends, perhaps
not invisible
just
irrelevant
*
Late night
always the last girl at the party
still drinking with the drunk guys…
I’m lucky it never went badly.
Unapproachable?
Uninteresting?
Just part of the wallpaper.
*
Arm’s length...
was it all intentional?
Someone once told me I intimidated her.
My ego fist-pumped the air
as my soul wept in solitude.
but not one of the cool crowd
too many Undesirable friends, perhaps
not invisible
just
irrelevant
*
Late night
always the last girl at the party
still drinking with the drunk guys…
I’m lucky it never went badly.
Unapproachable?
Uninteresting?
Just part of the wallpaper.
*
Arm’s length...
was it all intentional?
Someone once told me I intimidated her.
My ego fist-pumped the air
as my soul wept in solitude.
#identity
#memories
#SelfReflection
179 reads
24 Comments
Naajir
Poem Published
25th Dec 2022 7:49am
25th Dec 2022 7:49am
IT
IT began as an {alleged friendship}
That turned into
A damn good fuck
IT
Was Freudian slip if you will
That found validation between the soft
Spread of her legs
Uncanny yet natural how IT flowed
How we journeyed from the conversational
Into this conjugal jungle
So effortlessly
We were shocked
But not surprised at the intensity
Of IT all
Hoarding mysteries
We relished each other shamelessly
Ravaged each other
As we relinquished ethics
Along with yesterdays...
That turned into
A damn good fuck
IT
Was Freudian slip if you will
That found validation between the soft
Spread of her legs
Uncanny yet natural how IT flowed
How we journeyed from the conversational
Into this conjugal jungle
So effortlessly
We were shocked
But not surprised at the intensity
Of IT all
Hoarding mysteries
We relished each other shamelessly
Ravaged each other
As we relinquished ethics
Along with yesterdays...
#sex
#memories
235 reads
4 Comments
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
26th Jun 2022 12:38pm
26th Jun 2022 12:38pm
Like melted dark chocolate and lips of rose
(¡)
One glance
time falls away
our youth swirls memories
between us
lush flashbacks
take us there
when all we knew
burned the midnight sun.
(¡¡)
His charisma
aged like fine wine
weakening resolve
{low cleansing breaths
stealthily sucked-in}
piercing sable eyes,
were velvet warmth always burned
a melted dark chocolate gaze
unrepentantly pours over
purposely pausing
on my lips ...
One glance
time falls away
our youth swirls memories
between us
lush flashbacks
take us there
when all we knew
burned the midnight sun.
(¡¡)
His charisma
aged like fine wine
weakening resolve
{low cleansing breaths
stealthily sucked-in}
piercing sable eyes,
were velvet warmth always burned
a melted dark chocolate gaze
unrepentantly pours over
purposely pausing
on my lips ...
#lover
#memories
#aging
#redemption
#FirstLove
479 reads
36 Comments
Mrd
Mr. D
Mr. D
Poem Published
25th Aug 2022 1:21am
25th Aug 2022 1:21am
Short History of a Movie Critic
I was five
When I saw my first movie,
A B-western shoot-em-up
Where the hero wore a white hat,
The villain black. Remember?
Indians were the bad guys
Unless they were sidekicks
Like Tonto, which means
Fool in Spanish.
Or Little Beaver
Who hung out with Red Ryder
In some kind of dubious
Power-imbalanced
Highly suspicious relationship.
Little Beaver?
Oh those Hollywood elites!
Where were the parents
One might ask.
There are obvious subtexts
To both. Did Red Ryder ...
When I saw my first movie,
A B-western shoot-em-up
Where the hero wore a white hat,
The villain black. Remember?
Indians were the bad guys
Unless they were sidekicks
Like Tonto, which means
Fool in Spanish.
Or Little Beaver
Who hung out with Red Ryder
In some kind of dubious
Power-imbalanced
Highly suspicious relationship.
Little Beaver?
Oh those Hollywood elites!
Where were the parents
One might ask.
There are obvious subtexts
To both. Did Red Ryder ...
#ghosts
#memories
#nostalgia
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3 Comments
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