Short Memory Poems
Short Memory Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Memory by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Memory by length and keyword.
These fleeting sights
These sleepless nights
Are only of my mind
I rip my soul and body apart
Yet peace I cannot find
My heart is cool
for it is full
of your sweet memory.
My eyes are calm
for they've become
Eden of your sweet love.
Parts
missing;
untangling
ethereal
strands.
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(C) John C Michaels, 27 August 2017
darkened frustration
explosions
fighting for a past
©6/22/2018
for Magicicada 13 – Body and Mind Poetry Contest
Money…
an ungrateful heir
Disowning all memory
—with your ashes still warm
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
we were so hot
no time to stop
to take it all off
it was in our loft
went on mabe it was wrong
we had
SEX WITH CLOTH ON
its that time again
there a new win
its a job thats odd
some blink
and think for hours
and hours
CHANGE OF POWER
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flashbacks are corkscrews!
each loop
entwines
what was,
with what
could be,
when cork
pops!
Remains, though tedious walked
Of one Time-beat, droopy
For what of its sound was thrown up
A neighbourhood, joy-free.
wielded wooden spoon
laughing kids ran like crazy~
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when I die
I am certain
that the material stuff
I leave behind
won’t cry
but maybe
maybe
just
a little sigh
"There's not a day goes by I don't cry"
"My mom and dad envisioned in my mind"
"Always will be until the day I die"
dark desolate road
an unloved abandoned house
shabby and unkempt
makes me exceedingly sad
tear wallpaper from my youth
Another memory gone,
a thought lost to ether,
but still he laughs and
is cheerful,
even if he doesn’t
know who I am.
Long time!
Long time ago
I had not seen you
Turned memories..
Of childhood
Ah! Oh! Bless you! How old!
Country road.
Rain in November,
Shadowless autumn light,
A gate to inbetween;
Neither morning nor evening,
Neither memory nor dream.
heart swells and explodes
with love
but then i fall
its chaos and death from above
dust drifts through doorway of the aging house
floorboards singing old secrets
to the settling sunlight
One time my dad bought me a yellow rose in New York City
Took a photo in front of St. Patrick's-- felt loved & pretty. :)
The beat, the beat it swings, it sings
Its bouncing tone a memory brings
a-tap ter-tap de-dap de-dap
and then she sings
Money…
an ungrateful heir
Disowning all memory
—with your ashes still warm
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
Sprinkled among my memories
A little girl, humble and shy.
Sneaking her head up for a peek
Barely heard as I travel by.
pigeon tart poetry
to remember or forget
accordingly
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Black boots lad
Bag full of dreams
That innocent days
Naughty friends
Plays, eats,reads together
In Deciduous days
Childhood memories
Woven into wooden floors,
Spirits of the home
Awakened by my footsteps
Dance me to the sounds of old