Best Remembrances Poems
We lay on the grass
Softened by love's rhapsody
Deaf,to breeze that chimes
Recalling all youthful dreams
of candle light and stardust.
Tanka(s) Contest REVISED, EASIER, more FREE
For Amy Green from Carly L
Categories:
remembrances, emotions, remember,
Form:
Tanka
A child of the 60’s, I was raised on radio.
Times were changing, and it was a great time to live,
for the songs made you want to be good to yourself,
be happy to love and be happy to give!
By ‘69, with cosmetics I played.
The eyes of a woman from that decade were a sight!
Our lashes were long, dark and so thick,
our lips pink and frosty; our mini-skirts tight.
In my fourteenth summer, one warm southern night
I dated a man with a positive touch.
The saying “Why can’t this night go on forever”
turns real once you love somebody so much!
The man I was crazy for lived far away,
and the year 1970 soon came along.
“Suzanne, the plans they made put an end to you.”
I sighed as I listened to James Taylor’s song.
A girl can’t help it when so young and in love.
All the radio‘s sad songs made me feel blue.
To the man who had jilted me, I’d learn to say,
“It could have been you, but I’ll be fine without you!”
written Sept. 16, 2015 based on Album #2
in the ALBUM TRACKS TELL STORIES poetry contest of James Fraser.
TRACKS: Girl Can`t help it, Postive Touch, Suzanne, Be Good to Yourself, Once You Love Somebody, Happy to Give, Raised on Radio, I`ll be Alright Without You, It Could have been You, The Eyes of a Woman, Why Can't this Night Go on Forever
Categories:
remembrances, youth,
Form:
Quatrain
Abstruse this aura of fear.
Envisioned darkness lurking near.
Ignorant to perceive what you hear.
Detached from feelings lost and unclear.
Allured by a spirit's whispers I hear.
Heed this murmur obscurity will clear.
Emerge from this somber despite the fear.
For death deceives those it draws near.
Remembrances absent in solitude for years.
Human ignorance, not god, brought forth these fears.
Our creator's proverbs must be made clear.
Human divergence ought not we fear.
Categories:
remembrances, abuse, anxiety,
Form:
Rhyme
Ere ever I send to her;
She whom I love;
Any of the apologies and explanations of most bittersweet love:
An accounting of those regrets and remorses that I have,
My fooleries and follies and fallacies, fair as well as fell and foul,
That I discharged;
Ere I ever send to her, in epistolary form,
Or else that poetic and psalmic,
Those words of love yet regret that I wish and long most
To discharge unto her, so that her brassed-over heart,
Now encased with bitterest, steeliest, most impenetrable and sharpest
Shapen steel touching me, concerning me, regarding me;
She black of heart with reference to me;
So that her cold unforgiveness might at long last come to an end;
So that this everlasting winter of her hatred, fear, anger, and unforgiveness
Might cease and because spring and summer anew,
For all these reasons and more, I,
On this, the thirty-fifth anniversary of my hardly sainted nativity,
I await her, and her apologetic, explanatory, reconciling and/or
Forgiving remarks,
Her little lovely epistolary lucubrations or inditings of a
Reconciled love,
Because I have a weak and almost extinguished hope that
Perhaps her gift in remembrance of my nativity
(Of which she has more than her sufficiency of knowledge)
Will be the delivery unto me of those remarks abovementioned.
So, though I may pine and long and yearn to send my love
A gift of my own on this day,
So that we might finally see the twilight of this long estrangement of ours,
I will not, not until and unless I see that she hath sent me nothing
And said to me, even less.
Categories:
remembrances, absence, adventure, allegory, art,
Form:
Shreds of oak tree in faded gold
Drift on my life-scenes, wishes untold.
Crystalline Contest of Rick Parise
from Amelie Mara
Categories:
remembrances, autumn, tree,
Form:
Crystalline
A cacophony of sounds fills the air.
Bodhrans beat and the jukebox screams.
Flutes and fiddles mingle in a mad race
overpowering, the drone
of drunken revelers in the back room.
Daddy’s darling bounces upon his knee
wreathed in a smile rivaling the brightest sun.
Dinners play their spoons and dash their knuckles,
upon the hard black stained surface of oak tables.
Toes tapp, muffled upon carpet-covered flooring
and Guinness flows, frothy, dark, and thick,
cascading, from brass spigots, lubricating the tenor's pipes.
And in the dim, buttery warmth of candlelight
the accordion wails as Old Aunt Tillie dances.
Categories:
remembrances, happiness
Form:
Free verse
Start
My dearest mother I miss you so much
As a baby I yearned for your delicate touch
May you be happy wherever you are
I always feel your presence as such
I know your dwelling now is very far
At night I see it as a twinkling star
Overshadowed by the brightness of the moon
But unlike the moon there is no scar
As a child you fed me with the spoon
I outgrew that stage very soon
Your embrace was wrapped in love
Which gave me comfort and was a boon
Your bickering was like the song of a dove
Your threats were delivered with a kid glove
Like when you threatened to twitch my ear
I ran out of reach on to the terrace above
Memories linger on through the years
I felt secure in this world without any fears
Images of you I shall treasure always
Who would guide me and dry my tears?
In the morning during those happy days
As my bed was engulfed by the sun’s rays
I was woken with a gentle caress and a kiss
And told to be an early bird which always pays
Life was easy, carefree and full of bliss
There was ne’er a moment I would like to miss
I looked up at the birds and wished to fly
High in the sky and look down into the abyss
If only I was there for that last goodbye
I would have embraced you, without a sigh
Deep in my heart you will ever be near
My beautiful angel from the heavenly sky
Can you see our plight, my mother dear?
So far away, our wails you cannot hear
Life clings agonizingly to the body in a clutch
Violence and killings keep us in constant fear
End
Categories:
remembrances, emotions,
Form:
Rubaiyat
Have you ever inhaled a memory?
Planted in the past
Shadowed trails
With elusive tales
Just beyond your grasp
Have you ever chased this memory?
Seeded in the past
A kite drifting away
Its string teasing
Just beyond your grasp
Have you ever caught a memory?
A once elusive task
Its phantom tail
Once envisioned
Now held within your grasp
Have you ever held a memory?
Embedded long ago
Seeded and fertilized
Tended with love
Knowing you’ll never let it go
~~Debra Squyres~~
~~11/26/12~~
Categories:
remembrances, hope, life, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Tainted one's brain remains
When scathing remembrances it contains
Due diligence when not fulfilled
Leave one in a state of surreal
In love matters, bitter the pill
If swallowed it will kill
memories of love gone unfulfilled
Thoughts unrequired must yield
Categories:
remembrances, anger, anxiety, longing,
Form:
Rhyme
People, here as we tend to glance about,
we find ourselves gathered this Summer's day.
For there isn't a speckle of genuine doubt
that blue sorrow still lingers here today.
Yes, therein the hearts of many does it so,
tho' yet it's onwards which we shall all go,
go within memory's realm to reflect
and seize a memory or two from the
volts to recall good men in such respect;
forgetting not Jonas nor Anthony.
Today, let's remember them a tad more
when good-times re-play in vivid color.
Individuals will recall and share
as others recollect therein silence.
For all whom so choose to display such care
via their attendance do so of love, hence,
such hearts do search, such memory's do jog.
Let us advance our walks therefrom woe's fog!
A day reserved thereof their remembrances
where Kindred and Friends show such reverences.
Categories:
remembrances, dedication, family, friendship, memory,
Form:
Rhyme
remembrances, of dad
so alive. now silent.
shall i speak it
shall i speak of sadness
not sorrowing grief
but inconvenient sadness
the gaps
the gaps of a father i did not know
did not understand
the child he once was
the man who lived and fathered me
the first of his siblings to die
they came and watched wordlessly
pre-occupied in scattered thoughts
the long goodbye
uttered over and over
long after dad left us
yet i am still
now calling, now whispering
goodbye.
Categories:
remembrances, death,
Form:
Free verse
Remembrances
Are they just pieces cluttered around?
The letters in the box, the dried roses
in one of the pages of my favorite books.
They all seem, are going along with me
like waves unknowingly push the detritus
into the bed shore and bring them back
again to the bosom of the ocean..
There, they float unnamed, untagged
Rain comes, shatters their wraps
Storm tears them apart, exposed
I lift every meaning of them,
cry every dent of pain,
fix every chip of attachment.
I rather, them be placed in the corner
where no one dares to visit and shove them
away to the farthest part of my drawer
and labeled, ''not significant."
But how?
When their paces keep me up
as fast as I want to escape,
as slow as the time ticks to leave them behind..
When the red ribbon that binds them, peeks
through the whiteness of forgetting..
And here I am tracing back
what these remembrances have to say,
spreading on the table of choices,
to dwell or to let go
This, I am yet to consider...
Categories:
remembrances, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
Midnight draped in raven black haunts me with hurt memories
As tiara of stars gently winks, lustrous amid pastel skies—
Igniting breath’s comfort to bloom come dawn’s fresh epiphany.
Sijo (has) three long lines. Each line varies between 14 and 16 syllables, with the middle line often the longest. The first line states a theme, the second line counters it, and the third line resolves the poem--Poetry Soup definition.
Heidi Sands' Sijo Contest
6/01/2918
Categories:
remembrances, introspection, night,
Form:
Sijo
Inside my house – inside myself
Hushed in the reckoning of my living
I drift in streams that have taken me here.
As I contemplate my age, my years,
Now belied by restful wisdom
I am complete and unalterable.
I have come to my final destination, my end.
My mouth is agape in the sullen silence of remembrance.
My hair, a turbulent gray, draped like ghostly storm clouds-
A torrent flooded by a life that tested my courage and strength.
My skin slumping with the weight and furrows like rivulets
Of weary responsibilities now embedded
Awaken me to the toil of pain and endurance.
My eyes weakened from flooding visions-
Monuments of life, death and love
Retreat into a myriad of sentiments.
I now reside with gratitude and humility of the meek and mild,
As I translate my time on earth as mere footsteps before my grave.
My pride is diminished by years of compassion,
For all trials I have faced and challenges I have met-
I stayed in the stream.
I flowed within a hurricane of waters that surged mercilessly
Along the divide of faith and love.
Now I am enraptured in the subtle estuary of love remembered
Where joy triumphs and promises become the virtue of living.
My moments fly overhead like rare birds in forgiving skies
Beyond oceans of turmoil they find their place of sanctuary
Where the islands of contentment greet them
As they wistfully land to take sanctuary in my heart.
September 23, 2021
Islands In The Stream Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Craig Cornish
Categories:
remembrances, age, beautiful, courage, endurance,
Form:
Narrative
SWEET REMEMBRANCES
Where have you been?
I can’t find, now unseen.
But your sweet remembrance
your mystic fluorescence
I preserve in my trove of treasure.
My dormant desire to cherish in pain n pleasure.
When I am awake, you hid in my heart
In dream I can embrace you, my sweet heart.
I feel your delicate tender touch on my lips
I see you holding posy of tulips
Being awake, cruel reality I have to face
My lone presence in emptiness of your absence.
I watch you only wandering in my mind.
Past days and nights, how could I rewind?
Time is so unkind!
Our days are gone, truly gone forever?
Those happenings could be brought back never.
Or, all the stars in the sky of night
are just hidden under broad daylight.
Daily chores in regular stream
or subconscious world of sleepy dream?
May I yell? Which is real? Who will tell?
In dream we unite as last console
You settle permanent in my soul.
I vow to you not to forget.
you are so true, so eminent
I am resting with you in redolence
still staying in my adolescence
creating collage of overlapping memories,
remembrances to be painted in series.
Reminiscence in reverie to display
my emotive urge in joy n dismay.
06/09/18
Categories:
remembrances, remember,
Form:
Rhyme