Best Memory Poems

listen,
the whispers
of leaves
turn colour
autumn is here.

now that you are gone
who will wake every morn
to lift the sun
unveil the sky
etch in the clouds
who will paint the...

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From childhood it was a world of two...you and I...
I leaned lightly, leisurely against your heart and you let me in.

We were five I use...

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Sleepless Night

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Teardrops, bagged eyes, a way of sin
The mirror reveals a lost eternal soul
A conniving move against tonight's phantom glow
Voices circle around the insomniac moon
Like...

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"Black Ice"

Sorrow flows from the first sunrise 
Eyes deeper than winter and rainfall
A painful combination never felt before 
At core death awaits
   -...

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       Written in The Stars 

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Two hearts bleached by the sun
        A...

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The wind billows out from the seat of his britches
With determined eyes, skinned knuckles and knees
He climbs up the rails nailed from old cedar pieces
To...

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~writer's notes~

i think out loud
from my fingers to a keyboard 
so forgive me if my speak
is somewhat long winded
if it has swirls and curls
this is...

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Floating down with grace and ease
Carried off by the Autumn breeze
Rich in hues of orange and red
Landing in the flower bed

What once was buzzing full...

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   Partial Paper
 -A poet in heat-

Ink carries its own tale,
When moonshine intoxicates your pen
Bottles of ink fill your mind
Composing symphonies on every...

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1.
and every time i see you it is for the first time 
still my heart skips a beat
and every time we kiss it is our first 
and...

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LAMINATED LOVE

Frozen flames pressed 
between each page; 
suddenly, I felt each passing note.
The painting on the wall began to breathe	
gently the same colors repeated life....

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In memory of----

Solely in my room, I can't stomach the sound of my heartbeat.
I sit here alone to forget the taste of air, 
Overwhelmed by...

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sublime my paintings, memory be
lost in time, I now must see

where once the gale winds trembled chill
wrapped in blankets, remember still

a touch, a kiss,...

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It's quiet whisper stirs my languid mind
Inviting coffee colored memories
A young man's face with future yet defined
Each vapored breath a page in history

Familiar apparitions reappear
Whose...

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sometimes
we don't get a chance
to say goodbye

you sit there
tears in your eyes
wondering why

and

it don't make sense
to be strong
because it stings

you can't explain
the pain each
memory brings

and

the...

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I remember the day I became a poet.

In the magnificence of the submerging sun,
I glanced upon her admiring its majesty.
Amidst hues of clementine and lilac,
her...

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POTD 6th Sept 2019

When the dawn kisses the dew on all thing that grow
and that first melancholy thought, ponderous and low
questions any relevant notions to...

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Life Spent All Alone 

I felt such joy when first my hull met sea.
'Twas years ago before my shattered shell
Was tossed and ravaged, fisherman and...

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The things I value,
The things I cherish,
Are things no one else will
When I perish

Do I write a missive
Explaining the why?
Would this help save things
After I...

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The old man looked a little out of place
Astride his pony on the carousel
A smile from yesterday across his face
As if he were entranced in...

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Once Upon a Purple Sunrise

Pretty as a Periwinkle,
in your frilly summer frock,
the one with purple polka dots
that matched the cool of early dawn.

Haloed in hazy...

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Do not vainly look in those remote
Places,
That, once, were acquainted with a 
Small part of me;         ...

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This song is for my mother
Let her hear me cry
I couldn’t bring myself to write it
‘Til this darkened day arrived
A song about old promises 
Made...

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LIST POETRY - A FUTURISTIC INTERPRETATION 


You
must know
I cried yesterday 
and I think I broke the world
so I braided some words into twine
planted some sweet...

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It is thirty six years ago, and I am with her in the garden,
where July is a picnic of egg sandwiches, cress-stippled,
fuzzy-downed peaches, yellow-tangy lemonade.
Her...

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