Memory Poems | Examples of Memory Poetry

Ravaged by the sandstorm of time, future crumbles in debris on the dwindling dunes of despair. In the dust of dereliction, I find you fervently morphed into the mirage of memory. ...

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She knocks on my rib cage seeking access to my heart again The knock—the pounding pestle— taunts, its echo won’t stand ignorance I hold my knees and cover my ears as if that’ll keep my walls untampered I let my flesh wrap me whole— so tight I might suffocate, but I cannot breathe outside this prison, no—this haven But she’s still here,...

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wild eyed pancakes invented by grandma two kernels of corn for eyes delighting her grandchildren sometimes a mistake makes the best memory...

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I can still feel your lips on mine, your fingers tangled in my hair. I can still smell your sweet perfume, a whisper lingering in the air. As if you're with me every hour, as if your love will always stay— as if I’ve known you a thousand years and fell for you again today. Won’t you...

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Sometimes on a quiet evening I can hear you calling Calling from long ago and far away Flooding me with memories faded and forgotten Filling me with dreams that can't come true But still I listen I listen for you...

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I. The Pastor’s Hand At dawn’s brittle cusp— he climbs, each step a nail in time’s coffin breath ragged a Psalm torn mid-hymn. The rope tastes of incense and myrrh— Liberty’s fracture braided through its fibers a wound that never quite...

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The essence of life Once one leaves Is not worldly possessions Nor wealth achieved It is the life’s that were touched Along the way Love given and received In hearts that will stay Special memories created Remain in hearts and mind To comfort and console The ones left behind ...

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i wonder if my sister is aware she’s the reason i lost my muchness it’s like i don’t want to be loud anymore i want to be like a whisper or a gust of wind i want to be quiet and go unnoticed so bad that i tip toe and hold my breath maybe because i approached it...

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A month of memories, Are somewhat washed away, Blurred to my naked eye. Some I can remember, Some I chose to forget, Now just haze in my heart....

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Each scar has a name, etched into my skin— White lines barely visible on my pale arms. There’s one for every heartbreak I ever got, One for each battle I silently fought, One for all the wrongdoings I had, For every time my thoughts turned bad. Each scar holds a memory, a ghost from the past, Every cut done silently, hidden away...

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With the romantic spectrum of sunburst sky’s fire I profile the radiant rendering of my blazing desire, where our harmonious hearts are entwined, sutured by the enticing threads of sublime fondness. I couldn't release then your alluring hands, for I felt my ebullient exhilaration fervently flicker, flashing on your face like the luster of twilight, I got...

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Her big beautiful eyes were piercing me up and close Her playful smile playing all over, vainly trying to prepare me But, as always, in a trance I lay, heart pounding, mind blanked out. Completely unaware of everything, except her unabashedly gorgeous presence. Moments passed, without a word, without an act Didn't know it was that typical lull before the...

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Don’t know why we came so close, Why time chose us—no one knows. We gave a year, we shared the days, In little moments, in quiet ways. Today I held your photo near, And every memory felt so clear. I don’t wish to go back in time, But hating you would feel like a crime. Whatever we had, it wasn't all wrong, Some parts...

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I carry a house upon my back, A fragile frame of dreams and stone. Its windows cracked, its timbers black, But still I walk, and still alone. Each wall is built from words unsaid, From nights I stitched with fraying thread. Its roof is shingled with the dread Of all the tears I never shed. I pass through valleys, rivers wide, This house sways...

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