Best Always Remembered Poems
Nostalgia is a longing for a person or a place that evokes happy memories. Its an
Oasis for the soul that harbors in the center of our hearts and draws us back to the
Safe haven of our most sacred places. It contains the pull of an all familiar feeling;
Territorial as a tug boat in the sea it has the ability to transport us without notice
Across the miles of our present, into the deep abyss of our past. It is often said that
Love is always remembered by the way it made us feel, and places by their scent;
Granny's peppermint candies and mother's garlic sauce, are two precious memoirs
I often go back to my first teachers and lose myself in recollection of home. It was
An era of youthful abandon. Golden days full of spirited living and so much love.
When nature takes a turn for the worst
grumbling rumbles shakes
great balls of fire falling
in her tears black snowfalls
Burning smell of sulphur burns
rolling down the mountains molten lava
they salute death rivers of flames
the chariots of Hell's fire
Crying infants wailing out mercy
embraced in their mothers arms
held together with fathers
They roared to the Gods for help
falling silver ashes remains
Imagining God had forsaken them
as the skies disappeared from their eyes
falling into the darkening death vision
Their universe plunged into darkness
Victims they felt death falling upon them
A deadly feeling they are the children
cursed by the damned volcano
No where to run
No where to hide
They stop and the black ash swallows them
like a carpet of night forever gone
but always remembered in hearts
the fall of a great city in living history
truly lives forever in the archives of our time
I would be the Celtic gladiator
Although I met you long ago it seems like we just met. I remember it like it was yesterday. It's a day I'll never forget. And now you're here back in my life and feels just like a dream. Because the one thing I always remembered about you were your eyes. They still have that gleam. So now it seems like time stood still so we could meet again. And now this feels just like the beginning of a love that will not end. So I often wonder about this feeling of love that I felt for you. And I often crave for that beautiful feeling of your love that feels so true. But there are days when reality hits and I realize that you're not mine. And that maybe the love you had for me has suddenly run out of time. Because some days there's not enough time it seems. For up to laugh and joke and share our dreams. And there's not enough time for us to be just a man and a woman. Just you just me. And there's not enough time for us to kiss. Or for me to tell you things like this. So if I could I'd find a way. To stop all the clocks on earth today. And then maybe even that won't do. Because I need an eternity for loving you. But if I could love you just for today. I think maybe even I would be ok. And then when you kiss me I'll know it's right. Because our rekindled love will last all night. c. R. Mendoza
He was still breathing,
but they did not hear his sighs.
His heart was shivering,
but they did not see it trembling.
His body was on fire,
but they did not feel the heat.
His tongue spoke,
but they did not know his words.
Her perfume still lingered,
but her image was now a distant silhouette -
a figment of dark pigment, haunting his mind.
Maybe infertile seeds,
were the reason for her vulnerability.
Maybe his adolescence,
struggled to understand her delinquency.
There was no explanation for the voices,
as demons had disturbed her existence.
Nobody understood.. Not even he.
Who was confused to why she let them in.
He always remembered vividly,
he could not stop her blood from flowing,
nor did his kiss of life save the day.
Songs from that era,
haunted him for decades.
Too bitter to shed public tears,
he constantly cried in his sleep.
Till the day he forgot to cry,
motionless, he felt nothing.
If only he had listened to his conscience:
Because right from the start,
she was born to break his heart.
Simple musing
Silent One
5 March 2018
We bid you farewell,Oh Dear!
Farewell Sweet Memory
Through faith We face reality.
Our God Himself descended
To his word We adhere
He held you a bit closer
and wiped away each tear.
He raised you to his land
with a loving hand,
We'll miss you Dear Uncle
We'll miss you Dear friend.
Until We meet again
In our hearts you will stand.
A hat covering white hair
Your beard never hid a smile
Your jokes,your low voice,
Past stories told,
the tick-tock sound of each clock,
Shared moments,Hours to behold.
Always remembered
Fondly in our thoughts
An Old Pal,A humble man
with a heart of gold.
Until We Meet Again
In the Land Of No Tears
Dear Uncle Aldo,
We Bid You Farewell.
she liltingly spun smiling and singing
"You are my sunshine" waving for us
to join in
the pan dripped dancing tears on
the hot black stove where they sizzled and died
"My only sunshine" with a quick hug
her apron splattered with a thickening marinara -
summer's proud yield
the kitchen...was there another room?
dried curled wall paper near the stovepipe
exposed the decor carriages and princes of
yesterday Mom's childhood
"You make me happy"
the old black spaniel curled in the middle
nothing moving but eyes wary of
being tripped upon yet worth the risk
and perhaps a dropped meatball reward
"When skies are gray"
Worn linoleum exposed paths of time
the oak threshold proof
of welcomes and farewells
not really noticed by we in
our comfort of "now" not
thinking about our sunshine
being gone
"You'll never know dear how much I love you"
with a smile...always remembered
Since it was founded over 200 years ago the RNLI has saved over 146,000 lives at sea, often putting themselves in great danger, I salute those brave men and women, those guardian angels of the sea.
Quote by poet.
The R.N.L.I is an old institution,
of volunteers who save lives at sea,
of them I have nothing, but admiration.
Six hundred of them have died tragically
since its formation two hundred years ago,
always remembered for their selfless bravery.
They venture out in heavy rain, fog, and snow
with hurricane force winds and 70-foot waves,
only experienced crew are chosen to go.
Many volunteers lie in watery graves
often taking risks that end in tragedy
brave men and women, heroes of the waves.
The lifeboats are a registered charity
and survive because of your generosity.
On the window feeder,
Gray and black birds, feathered families,
Playful and perky, frolicking
Like the music beneath their down,
Plumes rich as a caress, stirring joy,
Wonders, shadowed by the pastel noon,
Dreamy hearted wings, graceful
As the moment before lips widen
Into a smile, reflecting all the magic,
Fairy-tale laughter, chirping,
Songs written by the moon and stars,
Silent as the heart, unspoken,
Beyond broken – thoughts soaring,
As the hand releases the seed,
To be devoured by nature’s flock,
Hesitant, nearly weeping,
Reflected on the dew, dripping,
Washing away the dust, the silence,
With a hesitant gaze into yesterday,
Where the prayer, understood,
Weighed the heart, the soul…
On the window feeder,
Standing patient and persistent,
Twittering eagerly, waiting
For the seeds, the kernels, fare
Meant to host the musicians,
Choirs of winged artists,
Stunning performers who calm,
Hush the darkness of a forest,
With their reticence,
Quiet kindness stirring apart,
Trembling leaves,
Breathless oaks, pines,
Memories designed to invite…
Beautiful to the light,
Wonderful to the night,
Magnificent, so glistening, bright.
On the window feeder,
Standing, curious…
Motionless, yet ready to soar,
Rising into the azure skies,
In one fluid motion,
Willowy and wistful, elegant
Nearly as enthusiastic as a star
Glitter from the heavens,
Revealing the treasure of the choir,
Music, praising, ever praising…
From the feeder, where they play,
Follow the leader – a waltz,
Danced perchance, on the winds,
Where hope once promised
Winged blessings, extoled – worship,
Like a lullaby, soft and gentle –
Always remembered!
I am with you body and spirit,
I carry your heart with me here.
Where ever I go, you go with me;
Where I wait, you wait also with me.
Look not behind for a man that will hold you,
My pillow of kisses are with you always,
The bed of my love remains with you.
My Silence doesn't mean I'm gone out
Of the surface of the earth, No!
My quietness doesn't mean I'm dead;
I am right behind the door of your heart,
deep in my heart, anywhere and anytime
you're always remembered,loved and missed
By the substances of my systems.
I am here with you to hold and uphold you.
(C) John chizoba Vincent
Memorial Day Tribute
Memories of the Men and Women, who served,
Emotional tributes so well deserved.
Moments of solitude with thoughts preserved,
Outpours of love so vividly observed.
Revolutions of dangers you so bravely swerved,
Inhibitions and fears suppressed and reserved.
Always ready to protect, even the undeserved,
Loyal to a fault, with energy conserved.
Dedication and valor are the pins you ware,
Attributes of service, loyalty beyond compare.
Your selfless acts of duty, always remembered through prayer!
Written By: Sarita A. Milliner © 5/30/16
Four season state
Humid with frozen
Organic and dairy
To moving forward
Cows and fraccing
Cheeses and metal
Cranberry bogging
Furniture vendors
Lumber years past
Nature its center
Those unmentioned
Always remembered
Any native spirit
Without exception
Packers call home
Barging on rivers
Schooling Badgers
Big river brother
Paper and welding
Milling and ships
One Midwest state
Wisconsin working
Real friends, like brothers,
Like glue stick together
Forever, oath of crack,
To the limits and back.
When the clouds come in
And hope is thin,
They dont run for cover
Like feckless, reckless lovers.
Those bricks of hard trust
Laid so tight must
Be always remembered
And forever defended.
In loss the last straws are given,
To forget the past and be forgiven.
Metatron’s cube holds the key to life.
From DNa come universes;
the flower of life,
gives birth to all that exists.
It lives in the kaleidoscope of the over-mind;
miraculous, magical seed in each soul and molecule,
that is hidden within, for millennia.
The mind of humankind always remembered,
but understood not;
when DNA spoke. realization arrived.
Esoteric souls need no mathematics.
to see the image, it is everywhere, within all.
With tears eroding smiles off my face
To u I humbly write this letter in sadness
Only if you can read
On a fateful heart breaking day
Face covered in blood you left us in dismay
Only if you had known
Blood sugar tied you in a death yoke
Helpless and hopelessly captured in orphanage hook
We couldn’t only if you were with us
But why couldn’t you wait for a grand daughter
Sad not to see your first seed as a great doctor
Only if you knew so early basket you couldn’t kick
In a darkest home down the grave you now dwell
Badly missed why for once you don’t say hello
Only if you are capable
We lost, to the dead dad you now belong
Always remembered despite time being so long
A decade gone, continue resting in peace
I never knew her as a big talker,
but to me, she was a very keen
observer and one great listener.
I have always remembered the 8 words
she said when sending us to the store.
She’d say, “Go in a haste; come in a pace”.
As a kid at the time, I never questioned what
she meant by those words. Like my siblings,
I simply listened to her, and away I went.
I didn’t know if she was trying to be poetic
or encouraging us to get the job done quickly.
But now I know that she was a great teacher.
To me, those 8 words have taught me lessons
in life. I have always heard that “Haste makes waste”
So, Grandma wasn’t telling us to hurry up.
In my departure, she was saying, "Get on with it; get it done”. And upon my return, she was saying, “Have a sense of order and precision as you return”.
I must say that as I look back over my life, I can say,
Thank you, Grandma, I did what you said in the way
you told me to. I had the initiative to pursue my
dreams; and with a sense of timing, order, and
organization, I got things done”.
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