Best Memoir Poems

Here in the final pages of her life			
She stops to rest a spell on empty lines		
Reflecting on the chapters left behind		
In valleys of a mind deep in contrite		
Where shadows battle with a blinding light		
Conflicting egos fighting on through time		
Their argument life’s reason and life’s rhyme	
They...

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Each year as Christmas rolls around, as I buckle under the pressure and stress of shopping for gifts for people that already  have everything, I find myself remembering that Christmas of 1954.

Dad had joined the army that year and we  moved from the...

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Finally – it was Christmas Eve and we put the presents under the tree and hung our stockings at the foot of the bed.  In a few hours, those stockings would be filled with barley toys, ribbon candy and chocolates.  I could hardly...

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Blackberry Memoir 

Blackberries, round and glossy,
Always invite me to return
To dusty country summer afternoons
When languid waves of mirages
Puddle into shimmering hiatus.

From the gently swaying hammock
I hear the rattle of berry pails
To see my grandmother, in her straw hat,
Smile an invitation - come with her
Into the...

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What is love with no heart?...

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Marching the streets with our flags flying high
Deutschland uber allas was our battle cry
The Youth taught me to be tough and bold
With out hesitation I carried out every order I was told
To defend my Fatherland against Marxism was my desire
No one could extinguish this young...

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Achievement, 2 of 2
                         —Time to share—

I cried and bewailed 
while staring at mother’s peaceful yet painful face
in the casket she...

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GUNSHOT WOUND TO THE HEART 


From a two-room schoolhouse high on a hill over the Fundy Bay, I sat at an old wooden desk daydreaming. The ink stains and etchings which were dug deep into its surface had captured my imagination as they had so...

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Don't ask me how it happened; I have no clear recollection. I have always had this brazen habit of coming right out and directly asking for whatever I want; I always figured "no!" was the only worst possible outcome, aside from a good cussing, perhaps....

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It was a hot summer day.  Harry had stopped by Grandma's house and offered to take the two little girls down to the store and treat them to an ice-cream cone.  Grandma, thinking this was his way of making amends for the last...

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Kids can be so very funny
Especially when we see them laughing and sunny.
I remember wiping my son's nose so runny
After he had been going like the 'Energizer Bunny'.

  Parents are proud when kids first learn their shoes to tie
  Or learn to ride...

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Mother
                     —Statue of Ebony Black—

A woman who cried for freedom,
not for herself but on behalf of her children
whose lives are compelled to lie and rise...

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My mind shorts out sometimes 
And my judgment goes out the window 
That's when I do stupid 
& the aftermath makes me feel suicidal. 
Sometimes it leads me right into
Temptation 
& straight into evil. 
Catching myself zoning out,
More often than not,
not on happy thoughts,
But on...

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Throughout the years of bars and fences, several things kept me from falling
My Faith in God, My Mom, My Writing...and, that Freedom Was Always Calling
The nightmare started in "93", shipped off to do a second bid
I knew my mother was hurting deeply from all of...

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Genealogy
                 —The beginning of a family tree—

For my great, great grandfather was a son of a slave,  
he also was the slave, 
and he grew up with a...

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