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Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

I saw you yesterday

I saw you yesterday

I saw you yesterday, your features grinned,
some silken scarf was waving in the blue,
I thought of what the rains could not rescind;
our images, that in the fields imbue.

I saw tempestuous, around me shades,
the rain's persistence had engraved your name
upon the slate, around she formed cascades,
inviting flash amid the drops, and flame.

I saw flash yesterday, inside the rain,
how beautiful it was, her kiss of dew
your words became my sails on trip arcane 
the clouds, your messengers, 'mid skies to strew.

I sensed the crooked line reticulate,
the sulfur acrid smell and pale flame's hue,
transmuting to abderian road skate,
zigzagging on a water copper tube.

The flame transformed to runnel flowing laughs;
the rustling of droplets on the leaves,
combined the bright and shapely drawing graphs
with clouds to form above, celestial eaves.

I saw flash yesterday, my features grinned,
like silken scarf was waving in the blue,
I thought of what the rains could not rescind:
two images, amidst the fields imbue.

© G. V., 10-21-2013, All Rights Reserved
(Iambic pentameter)


Details | Free verse | |

Remember

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


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Narrative | |

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.


Details | Rhyme | |

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!


Details | Rhyme | |

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 
it. 
I hope you may like it , for it shows that young fools
 suffer too. And often rightly so...


Details | Couplet | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

Sometimes I forget his name

Sometimes
I forget his name
there are cavities 
in love too

dark gaps 
in the cracking heart
where aching
doubt and memories 
pulsate.


© Gry W Christensen


Details | Free verse | |

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


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.




Details | Rhyme | |

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.



Details | Rhyme | |

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


Details | Verse | |

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.


Details | Sonnet | |

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




Details | Cinquain | |

Captured

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.

12/14/14

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


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..


Details | Verse | |

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...


Details | Lyric | |

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.   


Details | Dodoitsu | |

MEMORIES

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


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


Details | Rhyme | |

If

If I encounter you tomorrow,
just we two, face to face,
would we feel that same old yearning
or have years elapsed erased
the excitement, the deep longing
just the nearness of you brought?
Did I ever really love you?
Were you everything I thought
you were, or was I simply naïve,
misguided and quite foolish
expecting you would always be
all my young heart could ever wish?


August 8, 2014
Chance Meeting Theme
Three Themes Contest
Shadow Hamilton, sponsor


Details | Rhyme | |

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. 


Details | Rhyme | |

A Golden Steed Gallops

A Golden Steed Gallops


A golden steed gallops in my dreams as of late
 echoing sounds of my so darkly imagined fate
 chastising my wicked deeds of an ill-spent youth
 increasing the chasm between bold lies and truth

Flowing trails of gleaming pain fly deep with that race
 as precious , sweet memories burn up without a trace
 flying away , names and faces of girls I so easily left
broken up like fine crystals falling from a high shelf

An invisible rider brings racing steed to an abrupt halt
 as it screams out, yes , you, it's all your damn fault!
 why did you not live a sweeter, kinder and gentler life
 blame is on you for lost true love , loss of your first wife!

Golden steed stands at a graveyard filled with no headstones 
 lying about are several sun-bleached and broken white bones
 dark wind races in whispering in a very raspy low moan
 you are so dead , now you lay cold, dark and so, so alone!

Robert Lindley  06-13-2014

Based upon a poem I wrote in the early 80's. 
That poem was  written about a dream I had 
three times in three consecutive years, each 
time was on my first (ex) wife's birthday, we had 
been divorced for 7 years..


Details | Free verse | |

Footprints

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?


Details | Free verse | |

Scattering Memories

Translucent thoughts
linger on the breeze.
A sigh’s echo, counted,
trailing beneath the trees.

Images in fluctuation
reliving days gone by.
If only in the memory…
when it’s not feeling shy.

Leaves of change engulfing
the seasons that are spent
Now scattering what is now
and all that was 
the day it went…

© Debra Squyres  
3/17/15


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 


Details | Elegy | |

I Need Your Help Daddy

I’m tired
I’m Physically and Emotionally tired
I don’t want to be the strong one anymore
I can’t this time
I don’t know what to do Daddy
I need your help down here

I can’t get back in control of my emotions 
I’m having a hard time dealing with your absence
I’m having a hard time standing by myself
I need your help Daddy

I’m broken and lost without you Daddy
I need your will to want to carry on
I need your strength to over come this
I need your strength to stay standing
Your courage to fight back again
I need your help 

Please Daddy I’m at a loss
How am I suppose to do this
I need your guidance 
I need you to guide me back
To whom I was before
I need your help Daddy
I need your help







Details | Elegy | |

ELEGY OF THE AISLE

A memory of tears filled eyes
How can I forget this precious aisle?
The aisle you walk in your gown-shy
Now carries your silent and dire

How can I whisper to you love
How you looked as a dove
Ah! The memory is green and fresh
The night of our all white and thresh

Look at you o! Once beautiful aisle
You are my dread on you my light fade
Sermon given to my love as she goes to grave
The grace I ask to face this maze


Details | Free verse | |

Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 


Details | Quatrain | |

‘The Airplane Crossing Clear-Blue Sky'

My white-washed bars surrounded me -
they held me as I slept;
they soothed me when the days were long,
and mother’s blue-eyes wept.

A baby girl, six months or less,
awakened from my sleep -
stood up legs as sure as hope;
as strong as flat is steep.

My hands, my saviors, gripped the rail
so I could peek outside –
the bluest sky I’d ever seen,
As tall as it was wide;

came into view - between the blue,
an airplane gliding by,
its smoky streamer like a flag,
across my memory’s sky...

The memory is a simple one -
a window, sky, and plane -
but in my heart, it's heaven's door
and there it shall remain.

I’ve hung it on my memory’s wall
Between that life and this –
It covers every hole I’ve dug
In sorrow’s vast abyss.

This picture brings the special peace
I knew when I was small –
Where mother’s just beyond the door,
and waiting for my call…



*Inspired by Danielle's Earliest Memory contest. I have blocked out almost every memory 
from my childhood, and only a very few gems remain - this is the first. and I will treasure it 
always...