Best Recollection Poems

I met a Hippie walking down the street.
She had long hair, big eyes.
Wide-bottomed trousers, orange-red,
Covered in an intricate pattern
Of strange designs, flapped round her feet
And from her shoulders over a flowered blouse
Hung a black satin something
With bright green frills on the edges.
From her neck dangled...

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The excuses fell from her mouth like raindrops,
Saying, “No thank you, I’ve already eaten”
Meaning, “I haven’t eaten in three days”
And nobody noticed when the light in her eyes died out,
She poured empty into her rib cage,
Prayed she would soon be able to count them,
Traded snacks...

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Two                       (Form)

      Ends               ...

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They heard the shrillness of my cry,
So they ran to the door with tear stained cheeks.
 No knowledge of the blood stained wall,
 No knowledge of what happened at all.

 And I with my loss of recollection,
in the pool of red where my fingers bled.

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Recollection 
Building memories for the last
Saying sorry in a minute is just too fast.
Wish I have plenty of time to be with you.
Thank you is not enough to express I love you.

Candles are not enough to light up my life.
Back those memories that were once...

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A role I’ve become with no recollection
Of when
Or why it became me

But it has 

And I look at your eyelashes when we’re lying beside each other 
And I understand a little deeper 

How a woman can mold herself to be another
How a woman is when...

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Trying to gather up your senses,
to make the faint memory better.
render the logical to illogical,
winds up totally bitter to the last taste.
shattered thoughts of mirror expressions;
imprinted suggestion,
with a long lasting impression,
dulls your wits about,
intoxicates your blood clot!
purely leaves you questioning,
is this the right kind of...

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RECOLLECTION OF THE LONELY HEART...14 years ago

Side by side we walked
To each other we talked
Chit-chat in the corridors
While others mocked

Friendship nurtured
Companionship treasured
Hope invested
A future under one roof imagined

A glance at you...admiration
A smile at me...sensational
A bond formed
"Do you know him?"...others asked
...in earnest?...I doubted
Suspicion sown
In a heart...

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Above green pastures I fell into a recollection

Beyond the shore side I made a connection

Concisely I wrote in a tiny flowered journal

Determined to be a strong woman so maternal

Everyone craves desires to work on themselves

Find freedom from books on our dusty shelves

Growing in fantasy of...

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Another poem that I wrote alone,
Another one that blossomed from woe.
Will this be the last poem I'll writ?
The gift from the Goddess thrown in a pit?
Have I deicided the Moon's tallow dreams;
A divulged matricide to noose bind gleams.

Why is it suicide I clearly heed,
Carpe Diem,...

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Sever all connection
Strip down every word
And deeper into nothing
The questions are prepared

A violence in forgiving
A desperation in our flow
With damaged, lost opinions
We decided not to grow

But sever this sedated
Mimicry of life
Understand the search for reason
Before we die within our strife

A season of redemption
A dying forest...

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Think not of the days, think of moments only...

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Swift and sweet, how memories rise
diamond- strung in a room of silver
Slick and sleek from a stormy world
solid tree trunks on a bell- clear morning.

Liberum Divisa 4 Poetry Contest
Gregory R Braden
February 27th. 2021

Nevernore
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/nevermore_469415...

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Echoes from the past
Still my thoughts, color me
In hues of melancholy, 
Abiding, gentling, forgetting
There are moments
When hope was lost in the ancient
	Feelings, bleeding
Through the silence, preventing
The quiet to rest on the prayers
Pleading for the light to shimmer
Into the present, where 
Promise fades and grace, so...

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They’ll take it away they’ll take it away
See them talk much of freedom
Just to take it Aa-way…
There’s talk of disruption; there was talk
Of great fear, rumour and murmur
It’s been never real clear
They’ve played in emotion on the health service too…
Elevated to a point; that whatever...

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