Memory Poems | Examples of Memory Poetry

it was our song first note launching time travel to warm memories...

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Your Remembrance A time, just a time, lived to you in his heart, passed age, this love Age, nothing remained, an empty marble tablet in a cemetery park Your path walk is late, didn’t you see? Worn, unreadable letters On the stone, all the noble sentences were addressed to you, only But, but someone is waiting for you. In...

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Your Memory An ominous wind blows over me, a long time ago From the past, nice face, blonde hair, a phenomenon Strange temptation, mysterious curse of love Why are you following? Why? A decaying corpse A dead body is nothing to you. The soul isn’t yours You are late, and I have passed away. Lost time Lost time. The time is lost....

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Leather bound thoughts, tied on pages, whispering to me of each day's beginnings This sheet peels heart's despair Creeping on bondage of words not spoken that in the light, a yearning arises Spilling yarns knitted but unraveled- Time's remembrances awaken and heave Soaking memories on the earmarks of carbon To learn that passages with bleeding lines Never open to rage...

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memories to last a lifetime ~ all that's left...

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Present cannot set advantage Over past, that seems like gone Though it’s always on the verge Of the memories you prone To belong to, while intending To break free from shades of time Partly loosing understanding Doesn’t look at all sublime But it goes like Latin dictum Drive the nature out of door Then it flies back home to victim Through the window, like before. ...

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Pixie within the pink let me swirl your tyranny into the high-octaved melody of my earliest endurance Right as the clock ticked to six, the creaking sound of my mother’s war cry made me bury myself under the blankets. Laying on the pretty quilted baby pink sheets as the pillow moulded to my head’s shape, opening my soul’s...

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something really familiar to my soul to be stranded in a place where memories are made where memories are cherished with pieces of the heart not really broken but rather tainted from the unspoken truths that are hidden from the time spent with the unspoken love of the future longings...

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I’ve said this before (and I’ll likely say it again!) about our cabin in the trees… How it’s not just a cabin…it’s a cabin filled with memories. Memories…compiled from the time our children and grandchildren were small… each memory plays a part in the magic painted on its walls. And the way I feel about our cabin…I know I’m...

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‘Live in the moment’ they say but it's hard on a winter's afternoon, inside, warm in a comfortable chair when the mind drifts, wanders off to find a park somewhere at the end of a childhood street. Dragonflies patrolling the hot, pine scented air and sunk in the shade, an abandoned stable thick in spider webs and behind a half door, a long,...

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PREGNANT MEMORIES The love we shortly shared, Was as the sunlight of life, Fueling and energizing souls With unimaginable pleasure:- We met, touched, and loved, In that moment, we were one. But as time faded, we melted, Flowing away from each other:- Now, in the quiet of night, In the castle of my heart, And in the temple of my mind, Thoughts penetrate the distance:- Indeed, each...

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I scream at the universe for injustice and unimagined pain when my GOSSAMER heart opens the gate of GRIEF-STRICKEN memories of a GHOSTLY face that lies in a GRAVE of GODFORSAKEN despair still GROANING inside my soul where I crumble in tear-stained mutterings of worthless thoughts of days and nights that could have been...

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When I see time moving ever forward… and each day I grow a little oder than the day before… I am grateful I have a way of looking back… grateful knowing that’s what memories are for. ...

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May we be blessed..this simple truth to see: Every moment we’re alive… is another chance to make a memory. ...

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Our cabin in North Carolina was built by Deborah’s mom and dad in 1983… It rests on the side of a mountain…nestled in among the trees. When Deborah’s dad was alive he had a garden terraced off at the bottom of the yard. He built a pathway to this garden…to make the walk down there…not quite as hard. This...

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