Best Anamnesis Poems

ANAMNESIS

Early in the morning when the sun is just peeking beyond the clouds
I have kept you alive in this life,tho you have traveled on.

My morning...

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Described as a great moment to remember,
with my niece Ann who came to pass by;
here in New York where she took some time,
a restful day,...

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Once the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber,
Whence the winter woke me when the third was three in number.

I sense that a wince doth...

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Summer resplendent sun glowing
in the photosynthesis of viridescent grass.
Waving blades like long fingers flowing,
the sudden sighing gusts come and pass.

The field lives palpable in the...

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Oh! The joy of life when one it seems
wants to climb into a portrait of sentiment,
only then to create a trembling emotion
that completes an insatiable...

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Thrice the night—the day!—both fell to sleepless slumber,
But now in Spring, though yet again: The third was three in number. 

I sense a wince remind...

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Still my breath, keep pace my heart
As the mist in my eyes hangs violently on the morning.
The rush of waters echo off towering stones 
Set...

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Twice the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber,
Yet again awoken by winter when the third was three in number.

I sense that a silence doth...

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A wince doth lurk wearing which wicked gaze,
Of conniving cast shadows ‘tween my windowpanes.

Gazing through the window’s diaphanous gelid glass, 
I see a flushing fluorescent...

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Removal of redundant stone
won't always procreate in sculpture

fixating smile
I'm disintegrating on silicate particles

words planted dams
through my respiratory system
so I can't hide infested clay mold under...

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Siren Song

“My aching bones protruding desire; 
My mind overtaken by time immemorial. 
A wasteland of dissociation, barren yet flourishing
With fruitful anamnesis of a necromantic epoch;...

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I sabotaged my eight-millimeter childhood.
I never knew Sartre
But I contorted my latex face,
Burying my nothingness in family films.
My child was scripted to be ugly, skipped...

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Hello, World
I dream to someday
Escape, evade, emerge
from this rock I call
'Home'
To leave those who
are narrow-minded,
intolerant, and ignorant
The beach was never
my backyard
Lying in a hammock,
shaded by...

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Feelings are those seismic ocean waves,
they capture evanescent moments,
a Jack-o-lantern thought which might vanish,
deep breath of ink blue laden vortex,
I wallow in the beneficial sweep,
elation...

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I want to rearrange rooms with you,
Sipping steeped teas and coffee beans. 
Pondering an existential anamnesis;
"The aloe should go here."

I want to want little victories,
Shape...

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