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Remember that time Oh that smile that beautiful smile that little playful smirk tugging at my shirt waiting for me to ask you to dance That little blue skirt Cashmere sweater Your cheeks, bright red rouge batting your long silk eyelashes at me You were a flirt Remember that time My hands so clammy My heart a flutter Finally asking you to dance You took my hand Squeezing so tight Oh you were the perfect sight How can I not remember or can I ever forget that midnight blue polo shirt and that baseball hat It seems not long ago I wore flowers in my hair Ahh, that lavender breeze Close by, a carousel You raised your brow many a time I swear I caught you stare It seems not long ago but it's been thirty years or so when your steady hand got hold of my own And i never let it go I can still recall that winsome grin and butterflies churning within You asked me if I wanted to dance Stole my heart away and put me in a trance It seems not long ago but its been thirty years or so Your tremerous hand got hold of my own and I never let it go, no i never let it go

Copyright © Cupids Arrow

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Paradise Leaving Not A Trace

Paradise Leaving Not A Trace

I took the last picture off the wall
 then my broken heart started to bawl
 on the floor lay your broken vows
 fat they lay like bloated cows

The love sworn by your sacred heart
 flipped over like an apple cart
 the corner lay three mismatched shoes
 I sit here , lonely, cryin' da blues

I took that picture and held it tight
 sad memories of our fightin' last night
 you spat upon my deep, deep remorse
 grieved as you beat on that dead horse

I saw dear hope entered my heart today
 I saw a picture that reminded me of you
 the pretty girl had your perfect eyes
 sun shining so like you in her skies

Tell me just one more time how you care
 lie to me even if it is an oath unfair
 whisper gasps of our sex-filled nights
 baby, please forget those recent fights

Lets hang the pictures back on the walls
 lock the doors, not take any damn calls
 undress as we rush into mad, mad embrace
 stay in that paradise leaving not a trace

Robert J. Lindley, 06/21/1976

This was my last poem written to her before my first wife and I finally 
divorced. I had my best friend deliver it. He said she threw it into the 
garbage can and told him to tell me to go jump into a lake. Next morn I 
knocked on the door there, her mother answered. I asked for my poem back 
from the garbage can, she got it and gave it to me! I have it still with dried 
food stains on the last stanza.
I keep it to remind me that too late is a damn terrible place to ever be!!! This 
is the first time I have  ever shared it with anybody since she never even read 
I hope you may like it , for it shows that young fools
 suffer too. And often rightly so...

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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Soul mates solace

When my final shadows cling on desperately
Where I fight formidable battles
to merely hold the light
I send you loving vibrations
and soul sustenance
Deep from the cathedral
of one heart to another
where today no choirs sing
nor symphonies play
Yet it is here where we meet
in spiritual solace
here to surrender 
and exchange inestimable treasures
recollecting memories 
like unopened letters
Galaxies are stretched
over chronicles of shared history
Nebula birthing stars
will be exposed
in forth-coming conversations
bringing short-lived fulfillment to you
Hungry to feast
now will be the time
to approve your blood art vision
and with my own haunting surrender
as dappled shades ink stain your chest
I will reside with you and share, mesmerised 
pens - by branding
as this will be your written reams to me
your artist's pallet or brushed canvas
no need for words
and yet creating
mysterious magical moments
Bitter-sweet the music
that dances taut guitar strings
but now blood approved
please go kick your heel up
return to your laughter
and ride on the breeze
for not all are lost
change not
for I am with you always
to love, listen and comfort as one
with you in me and I in you
as masterpiece

Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty

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Just an Old Memory

She’s just an old memory of a younger man’s dreams
An image of love hard to find
I can still see her eyes, taste the joy of her lips
In the deep recesses of my mind
Hair that was flowing, a smile that was glowing
An angel with earthly charms
Felt her heart beat in the tropical heat
Got lost in her loving arms
Sometimes I wonder if it was only a dream
An old sea story that I told
But I remember those eyes like a radiant beam
A treasure greater than gold
I wonder now if she waited on shore
With the fire in her heart still burning
And I wonder if there were tears in her eyes
Realizing I would not be returning
She’s just an old memory that haunts me today
A storybook love affair
A blanket, a beach and two bodies entangled
On a tropical island somewhere.

Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr.

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A Reflection Upon A Long Life Lived

A Reflection Upon A Long Life Lived

So many things in my life have come and gone
   idle days of fishing and resting in shade
Early morn sight of mother deer and newborn fawn
   so many of the sweet , dear friends made

Holidays with grandparents singing happy tunes
   picnics lakeside in grove of red oak trees
Birthday parties cakes , ice cream and balloons
   disappearing ships sailing upon unknown seas

Loves, far too many in my wild younger days
   beautiful girls waiting for a kiss
So awesomely pretty in their hot sexy ways
   so many more did I foolishly miss

Life flowed on like a flooded raging river
   me with a ship and no winded sails
Too often selfish taker instead of loving giver
   driving hammer without the much needed nails!

Robert L.  05-24-2014

Truth in the telling. A wild life, mistakes galore , escapades on far too many shores!

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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Up To You

Feelings of euphoria, if even for just a day feuilleton or stichomythia, words I can't even say scoring the winning goal in the championship game raising you up over their shoulders basking in your thirty seconds of fame Tomorrow will they remember your name? That sunny summer afternoon by the lake skipping stones watching the ripples float away seeing her beautiful reflection bobbing in the waves taking her hand as she took your breath away how that seemed like just yesterday Would she even remember your name? The harvest moon shining brightly through the window you squeezing my hand so very tight the nurse wiping your brow pain in your voice but a smile on your face when the doctor handed you that little girl How we decided on that perfect name. Memories come and memories go but how you will be remembered is up to you

Copyright © Tim Smith

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A Flame Once Burned

~ My sizzling flame has faded in the midst of Summer's embrace and taken my virgin flower of delicately woven lace In subtle shadows and fading light silently in bewilderment I crumble without sight For each year of happiness and silver dream abound now a resonating memory silent without a sound As I walk the cobble stone path where our days had found no end I raise my arms above and pray for this love to mend If only a God-sent chance should fall my weary way this love I would cherish endless with each passing day In subtle shadows and fading light each memory of you held forever in soft moonlight ~ Contest

Copyright © Rick Parise

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Precious Moments

Cherry wood accents, glass entombed precious moments captured, enshrined antique curio cabinet, bring me back in time that porcelain doll, great gram's pearl painted piercing eyes still reflecting her love thoughts of Mimi, now in heaven above that vintage mantle clock, octagonal design all the years sitting on Dad's desk, can't remember the last time it ticked, but I still recall the nights watching you hard at work sitting and pondering over a pile of bills and letters oh how those days were so much better there are many different figurines and collector plates I can't even recall what they are there for But there is one picture I just can't get past I often stop and just stare wishing you were still here the little playful smile always lighting up a room when you walked in those deep caramel eyes, able look past all the smoke and mirrors deep into someone's soul oh how I long to hold oh how I long to feel oh how I long to be be one with you again

Copyright © Tim Smith

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Sometimes I forget his name

I forget his name
there are cavities 
in love too

dark gaps 
in the cracking heart
where aching
doubt and memories 

© Gry W Christensen

Copyright © Gry Christensen

Details | Marsiya | |

I'm my Daddy Made Over

Dedicated to my Dad Jerry W. Niday 3/20/1952 - 6/18/2013

I am who I am because of him
He’s the reason for my son’s name
He gave me my courage & my strength
To stand tall even when standing wasn’t easy
Stand for the ones who can’t
To think and fend for myself
I’m my Daddy made over

Taught me to fight back 
To never back down
How to pick myself back up
When I’ve been knocked down
Fight for what I believe
I’m my Daddy made over

He gave me my stubbornness 
Gave me my pride
Gave me my temper
Taught me not to take crap
To speak my mind no matter who
Work for what I want
I’m my Daddy made over

How to keep my emotions in check
How to handle large amounts of pain
When in trouble he always had my back
He knew how my mind worked better than anyone
I got it from him
I’m my Daddy made over

Even though he’s gone
I’ll stand and continue on 
I may stumble I may fall 
May even get hurt along the way
But I’ll pick myself back up
I’ll dust myself off and stand tall
I’m honored and proud to say
I’m my Daddy made over

Sabrina Niday Hansel

Placed 1st in "Unsung Hero" 7/2014 contest
Also 3rd. in "Portrait of a Poet" 1/2014 

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel

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A Dream That Came True

A Dream That Came True.

In my mind's eye I had seen her undress a thousand times
 sending hot flashes that exploded with her moaning
 Months before ever summoning the courage to speak to her
 I practiced the words befitting her splendor!

 She had been noticing my adoring glances as she 
 adjusted her skimpy bikini in the bright sun
 Showing just what a man, any man would hope to see
 I moved closer anticipating her charming refusal
 to my shock she answered a quick yes and our date 
 that night was on!

 I asked her to wear something sexy and she replied
 how about I wear no panties?
 My stammering answer made her laugh that laugh
 the one that sent shivers up my spine in anticipation

 It is on! We met at theatre and hardly watched the movie
 for her hands were busier than mine!
 A nice change to feel the heat of a woman so anxious
 I almost wept with joy! What a thrill! She had kept her promise
 No panties!!!
 None under that sexy short skirt that had made the other men 
 openly lust for her charms! I saw and was amazed that this vision of
 sexual beauty was actually with me!
 What happened later that night you can imagine,
 the earth shook, the sky fell and I heard a ringing bell!

 We married two months later and it was pure sex and bliss
 Non stop sex night and day.. Ahh, the memories that last a
 Nothing that great can last forever. We burned like the Sun for
 a few years and then it happened..
 The crash!
 My motorcycle hit a tree ,I was rushed to the hospital and woke up 
 three days later to discover it had been only a very vivid daydream!
 My heart broke , I was sorry to have came back to the world! Then, 
 O' yes then in walks a vision so lovely my heart almost stopped

 A new nurse. So hot the paint on the walls started melting.
 Over she floats to my bedside. I sat wide eyed looking like a fool!
 Awestruck with anticipation! She took my hand, took my pulse .

 I fumbled for words, I fought for control. I begged for help to impress
 Finally, finally I felt power return and I asked her to just pinch me!
 Pinch me! Let me know I am not dreaming again..
 She laughed and pinched my left cheek. The lower one! I felt the earth
 begin to rise. She noticed and laughed,
 LAUGHED THAT LAUGH!!! That laugh!
 That laugh came from those sweet lips. I begged for help and she smiled,
 O' that smile!
 As she turned to leave I asked her to see me again and she said yes!
 I shall return in two hours to give you your bath.. Then winked at me!
 Longest two hours of my life! 
 Then I woke up still laying beside my crashed motorcycle!
 With a broken leg and shattered dream!!! 
 Fate can be so cruel.....
 So damn cruel...... Then the door opened and I hear her say with a 
 smile. Time for your bath darling !!! Its late and I'll block this door!
 Then she removed her clothes. Crap, dreaming again I thought...
 And that is how I met my first wife. Yes she was a dream!!
 Something that great never lasts, never lasts.... 

Robert Lindley, 11-10-2014

Dedicated to my first wife.... and some of it is even true!!! 
Found this last week while rummaging around in some old files I had... 

Copyright © Robert Lindley

Details | Ballad | |

Once Willows Wept Not

'Tis now known why the Willow weeps, 
a tragedy of love, its memory keeps.
For once a young man and young maid, 
on tender grass, beneath branches lay.
Though pledged by birth to another, 
from clans they hid, to be together.
Thus, the gentle Willow was their choice, 
meeting beneath, till love they could voice.
The Willow held these secret lovers dear, 
so would lower its boughs, when they drew near.
Thus tucked away in the Willow's womb, 
could lay as one, yet this love was doomed.
For jealousy lurked within the pines, 
spying young lovers thus entwined,
behind Willow's curtain of slender limbs, 
He swore the maiden, would yet be his.
Thus, it came to pass one day, 
as young maid softly made her way,
to their Willow, deep within the glen, 
espied the branches did already bend.
Timidly, as she did draw near, 
soft sound of sorrow fell upon her ears.
Parting Willow's branches to look within, 
a dampness did touch upon her skin.
The Willow was shedding sap laden tears, 
for the young man, in death, was near.
'Twas an arrow that had been used, 
a potent poison, the tip infused.
The maiden, now blind with grieving mist, 
pulled out the arrow, held it, in clenched fist.
Whilst cradled in love's arms, did he draw last breath. 
Then, young maid, plunged the arrow, into her breast.
And so it is, that this story is told,
as the Willow's grief would not be consoled.
For unable to stop what had befell,
the young lovers, it had hid so well.
With will broken, as lovers lay dead,
the Willow, its branches, never again spread.
And because it is the memory it keeps,
it is to this day, that the Willow weeps.

Copyright © Paula Swanson

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You Live In Me

I shall live in your legend to make
A new spirit now wholly begotten;
For in death, your memory will not forsake
Those words in my soul that are not forgotten.
Your face glows immortal in my heart to save
Even me, for I go too where all must die;
When I would sleep alone in a silent grave
With my love entombed, there you lie.
Your memory will be my triumphant verse
Which my mind has not created yet to read;
And a voice will sing of you to rehearse
Words of praise when the world must heed.
In me you live by the touch of my pen
And I breathe in you through the mouths of men.

Copyright © elizabeth wesley

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Our Hearts Are Broken Too

(In memory of those lost in Newtown, CT) We may not know the answers to all the questions asked We cannot control how great the pain or how long it will last. Nothing we can do will erase the pain you bear But we cannot remain silent as if we didn’t care. The blood of precious children was shed this very day And grieving families wonder when this pain will go away. We know time will heal a multitude of wounds But we also can be very sure it won’t be very soon. Evil came to visit here and we all wonder why The souls of friends and children were made to say good-bye What happened here today we may not ever know And haunting thoughts of loved ones will follow where we go. You may be called to travel a higher road than we But you cannot travel faster than our prayers that follow thee. We know that we can never bear the grief that you go through Just remember we are here – Our hearts are broken too. Written by John Posey 12/16/12

Copyright © John Posey

Details | Cinquain | |


He left
That night locking
Her away with a kiss;
Her soul captured by his spirit,
She stayed.

She waits -
For the spirit
To light her pitch-black days;
To breathe into her missing nights;
She’s still.


Traditional style cinquain: syllable count: 2/4/6/8/2
for the Cinquain Contest of Dr.Ram Mehta (theme: Longing)

Copyright © hija de la luna

Details | I do not know? | |

Dancing in the Rain -- ALS

Sitting in a house . . . a home
Across from a husband and a wife

I look at her
Saddens fills the orbs of her dark eyes
Her breathing short . . . shallow inhalations
Panic and fear waiting to pounce
My heart pleads for her . . . be strong

I look at him
His eyes bright . . . projecting confidence, love
Strapped into his wheelchair 
This once mighty man 
Is trapped in a body that betrayed him

I close my computer
Finished . . . dreams shared
Hope and desires expressed
A way forward captured
Time for me to go . . .

But the questions remain
Life . . .    Death . . .   Why?
Why him?  
His family?

I hear strokes on a keyboard
A mechanical voice vibrates from small speakers
“May I pray?”
This broken man is not done
I close my eyes feeling the moisture leaking out

“Greet each day with a smile”
“Dance in the rain” 
“Embrace love and rejoice”
“Be strong and fear not”
“There is victory over death”
“Life . . . Eternal life!”

This broken man with the unbroken spirit
Is ministering to me, to his family
Dying but still concerned for the living
What an incredible love, a powerful faith
Living and dying well

Listening to his typing, I realize . . . 
I have no power over the eternal questions
Of life . . .  of death . . . 
But God does
This limitation of my humanity is NOT
So I can wallow in despair – NO!
But so I can hope in God!

Thank-you my dear friend
I will never forget you
Your words of hope and love
Your faith
Dancing in the rain.

Note:  My friend died six months after this meeting.

David Meade
Love Generously
June 13, 2015  

Copyright © David Meade

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Memories of good old days

Memories of good old days

When memories give you tears, 
you sit, there is nowhere to go,
and you have the worst of fears,
Can you ever retain your glow ?

Those nostalgic evening walks,
drives in the dark that made crazy,
stuck in mind like stubborn plaques,
Can those pictures ever go hazy ?

Engraved in marble you can't erase,
Successive thoughts bound to depress,
Echoing in ears stays every phrase,
Alive are memories you must confess,

Emotions flow with good old memories,
as souls dance serene in mind galleries!

Written October 28th, 2014
Poet- Dr. Upma A. Sharma
Entered for contest 'Whatever' by PD A on Oct 29th

Awarded 10th place

Now for contest "Any old poem#8" by SKAT A

Copyright © Dr. Upma A. Sharma

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In Love's Shadow

There is peace in my heart
as I gaze into the fire embers
room full of shadows that sway
as the final flame flickers.

It is now in the quiet of night
as the rest of the world sleeps
that you come to me; again, we love
sharing times past we lay together.

In shadow time the veils fall away.
Once more our world's touch.
Again we are together in spirit,
now living in the shadow of love.

Yet always the shadows beckon,
enticing me, exciting me, pulling
ever deeper into their depths
and as I slumber we are reunited.

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton

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The Dance

                                               The Dance

                                             Dance she said
                                             As this short life
                                             Nears it end.
                                             Dance she said
                                             Nothing I can do
                                             But leave this pain
                                             As I fade from you.

                                             Dance she said
                                             Try to remember
                                             A heart that bled.  
                                             Dance she said
                                             Be as one together  
                                             Before I must depart
                                             Our love forever.

                                             Dance she said
                                             Hold arms around me
                                             As my eyes circle red.
                                             Dance she said 
                                             Glide me as before
                                             While music echoes
                                             Across this floor. 

                                             Dance she said
                                             Catch my falling tears
                                             And things all unsaid.
                                             Dance she said
                                             Moments light my face
                                             With visions of heaven
                                             This our last embrace.   

Copyright © William Gray

Details | Sonnet | |

Those Glory Days, Long Gone

Those Glory Days, Long Gone

Those glory days resting so far bygone
I trek ahead, sad and so all alone
Treasures left upon lofty mountain tops
Rushing ever foward, no time for stops

Days, we resting under a shading oak
loving in vows that we forever spoke
Coolest mornings, breezing days easing minds
days of joy in all the many new finds

Those views of life sing forever above
crystal dreams set in our undying love
Nights of magic in epic love unbound
blisses in every kiss our wet lips found

Memories of days and nights now alone
holding memories of life so long gone!

Robert J. Lindley, 09-07-2014

Poem Syllable Counter Results

Syllables Per Line:  10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10  
Total # Syllables:  140  
Total # Lines:  17  (Including empty lines)  
Total # Words:  100 

Did it , hit exactly one hundred words + ten syllables
 per line and great rhyme.. A solid sonnet according to 
my own personal standards. Wrote it and had to minor 
correct only three lines..

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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I Remember You

I remember your eyes...
Emerald seas casting flecks of golden sun.
A lamb gently swaddled in strength of the lion's shadow.

I remember your smile...
Snow caps surrendered; the warm pulse of spring.
Night's ebony dome, shattered by light of day.

I remember your kiss...
Honey drizzles of sweet liquid amber.
Lingering soft clouds in sky's quiet still.

I remember your touch...
Feathers adrift lending whispered caress.
Love songs embraced in fireside glow.

I remember your passion...
Desire drenched in molten red; quench of explosive pleasure.
A feverishly guided brush; the masterpiece set free.

I remember your love...
Dreams manifested; unprovoked; the painted sunset.
Exposed, the rock unchanged through passing storm.

I remember you...

Copyright © Arlene Smith

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Love At First Sight


I see him as I walk in
He’s teasing and joking
With an Asian girl

Losing to him in a game of pool
She walks away angry
Throwing a dollar bill at his feet

He jokes about his drinking
His mother calls him an alcoholic
So he might as well drink
I come up to him
Don’t think that way

He sits with us at our table
Enjoying a conversation
A Girlfriend and I are having
I looked into his sky blue eyes
And ask him to kiss me

Like melting wax on a candle as it is burning
I vanish into his kiss

What has gotten into me?
I've never done this before?

I am shocked at my actions
That I would ask for a kiss
From a man I didn't know
For I've never cheated
On a partner before

I laid in bed still feeling
His burning kiss on my lips
Never to see him again

A week goes by
I get a call asking me out
I asked where did you get my number
A little bird just happened to give it to me

Thirty Three years later I'm still with him
Feeling his burning kiss on my lips

© Written By Eve Roper 9/12/2014

Copyright © Eve Roper

Details | Dodoitsu | |


Eyes of blue with hair of gold Lips blood red with cheeks flushed pink Small shell like delicate ears Memories remain Soft skin white as ivory Neck delicate so swan like Alabaster breasts rose tipped Memories remain Our hearts join in harmony Passions raise bodies held close Loves fever rise, lips touch Memories remain Pleasures exquisite unfold Mind, body, soul enraptured Souls linked as two become one Memories remain Spent in loves delights we lay Caresses gently exchanged our lips touch in sweet union Memories remain complete dodoitsu string "memories" 13/02/2015

Copyright © Shane Cooper

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the minute our eyes met it was love at first sight I knew you were the perfect one for me my parents tried to keep us apart but I simply couldn’t let you go my father tried to persuade me are you really sure he’s the one? it’s not too late to change your mind… I smiled my sweetest smile - Dad knew when he was beaten I skipped out of the toyshop nestling in my arms, my birthday teddy bear! Contest – Shweet Free Verse – Sponsor Andrea Dietrich 07~24~15

Copyright © JAN ALLISON

Details | Epic | |

Love secre, No more

I love you today,
An yesterday.
I loved you the days,
Before those ones... .. .
Yet kept a secret
  No one knows
Silents DON'T last 
        forever.. .
 A child's laughter
Ain't easy to hide you

Copyright © Chelsey D Moore

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Pastel Reflections

As I close my eyes - I can feel your heart beat
Resting on-my chest - the scent of you - so soft and sweet
Every strand of hair - every per-fect line I me-mor-ize
Each tear that left - your lovely eyes

Every day I pray - on bended knee - I beg - you’ll return
This life - I can-not live if you’re away from me
With your heart’s last beat - my spir-it died
My heart – now-only burns
---- Dear God please – return - my love - to me

Pictures on the wall – your face so - en-chant-ing
Your hand on-my cheek - I can’t hold back – the tears it brings
Fall-ing to the floor – emptiness rests deep inside my soul
With-out you I’ll ne-ver be whole

Every day I pray - on bended knee - I beg - you’ll return
This life - I can-not live if you’re away from me
With your heart’s last beat - my spir-it died
My heart – now-only burns
---- Dear God please – return - my love - to me

Every strand the same – eyes that pale the new dawn
No more tears of pain know-ing that you will soon be gone
As I close my eyes – I can feel your heart beat-Fin-a-lly 
he’s heard now in your arms I’ll-always sleep

(speaking softly) As I close my eyes – I can feel your heart beat……

Copyright © FJ Thomas

Details | Free verse | |


Mist rises off the clear cobalt sea as the heat of the morning sun brings thoughts of your passion the wet blanched sand seeps deep between my bare sundrenched toes trudgingly I walk along the shore head focused down following footprints footprints of days long gone how hand in hand we walked this very beach we had our dreams we had our future hanging before us, all within reach sea birds circle round searching for their morning meal singing a beautiful tune bringing back memories of how my heart would dance how it would beat, a different beat as your soul would sing to me a soft solemn promise Oh how do I love you so as the tide rushes in and the water blankets my feet like you would blanket my fears I think of how you would hold me close kiss me gently run your fingers through my hair make my fear disappear soothe my heart and mind let me see when I was blind As the sun begins to climb I think, I can't help but think I wonder, I can't help but wonder Why can't I stop loving of you?

Copyright © Tim Smith

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Lost In Love's Ancient Echoes

Lost In Love's Ancient Echoes

 I sat here just to write a poem today
 amidst the activity of my long life
 With true heart and purpose to say
 my past still cuts deep like a knife

 Lost dreams haunt my every daily task
 memories of those I once dearly loved
 Why and where, questions I need to ask
 mysteries held by those once beloved

 My coffee was as hot as her thrill
 she of raven hair and legs so long
 Dared not hold her against her will
 vanished back in the worldly throng

 Another filled with style and grace
 dance in singing hold me so tight
 Even I, could never match her pace
 lovefilled acrobat every sweet night

 All passed on as a hot blowing wind
 each had grace and unique charms
 Departed for thrills around next bend
 leaving these outstretched loving arms

 Sweet lost dreams eat away at my mind
 did my heart fail to hold their love
 Was my life destined to be so unkind
 with storm clouds always lurking above

 I sat here just to write a poem today
 amidst the activity of my long life
 With true heart and purpose to say
 my past still cuts deep like a knife!

 ****** *******, 

Note: This is an older poem, edited slightly(title change)
and presented today.

Copyright © Robert Lindley

Details | Free verse | |

Around the corner

The café sleeps in a cinnamon haze, Alone at a table, I sip the bitter chocolate of memories. Regrets dance in my heart, Just as the scarlet leaves upon the pavement. My melancholy gaze wanders to the corner. A lonely man emerges, His icy hands clutching the fabric in his pockets. Upon seeing him I know, Brown eyes and all the rest, Carried me into the vicious illusion. I bite my cranberry lip in despair, For he is back, even though he never left my weary heart. Turn the corner yet again, And please liberate me from this gnawing nightmare. Remain behind the sharp edge of a wall, With the rest of my corrosive memories. 11/10/2014

Copyright © Martina Adovica

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No Words

                                                      No Words

                                           We took the road together      
                                           Each to stay, on either side
                                           Lived far, within each other
                                           To swim, against all tides.
                                           But strange waters, ran deep
                                           Bad currents, with underflows
                                           We had to rescue, one another
                                           Both from highs, then lows.
                                           Sometimes, we only smile now
                                           To remember, those past days
                                           Caressing, each other's eyes
                                           No words, we need to say. 

Copyright © William Gray