Best Remind Poems
Remind me of you
The rush of the wind as its tickling branches
A bluebird in song as the spring does arrive
Crickets abound with their vocal performance
It’s the music of nature that keeps us alive
Leaves on the path as they crackle and flitter
Soft falling snow as it forms on the ground
Squirrels that chatter from tree top to tree top
Surrounded we are with a wonderful sound
Long distant thunder that rumbles profoundly
As if to say hey there, look up at me
Rain on a tin roof that taps us in wonder
These are the tones we can listen for free
The buzz of a bee as it searches for nectar
Acorns that tumble a thud to the earth
The peep of a new baby sparrow that’s hungry
Harmonies whisper the glory of birth
Echoing geese as they soar through the heavens
Trumpeting swans now a’ float on the lake
Children at play as they learn new adventures
A rooster that crows for its time to awake
A fog horn now calling the lost on the ocean
The crash of a wave as it reaches the shore
Seagulls that scream us their maritime sonnets
Sandpipers squeal as they come back for more
Melodies heard filling each walk of nature
Symphonies built on what’s real and so true
Songs sung of life that inspire the feelings
Beautiful things that remind me of you
November Chills Remind Me
As November chill creeps in
I think of June and a friend
Sun beaming so eagerly down
our spot at the edge of town
Silent moments holding me
to a time and her pitiful plea
O' that this day last forever
and my love leave me never
She saw farther than I
the thought made her cry
I thought her so wrong
right she was all along
Clime cooled and so did we
leaves fell from our tree
October faded swiftly away
Parted on a chilly November day
November chills I think of her
so gone, I know not where
Shall June ever come again
will ever I see my friend
Sun shines down upon my Soul
keeping her should have been my goal.
R.J. Lindley 09, 11, 1976
note: Tomorrow will be two weeks and no new writes by me.
That is other than my private writings at home..
Found this in a old poetry book tucked in a chest with
divorce papers from my first wife.
Seemed fitting to present it because , well its November now.
Answer, no never saw her again. She moved away, I lost contact.
Life sent its distractions and the universe spun ever onward..
Remind me when I forget, of all the things you have done for me.
Living and loving so carefree. Remind me when I get upset, you would
hold my body so tenderly, settting my heart and soul free.
Remind me that a love like yours will never be.
Remind me of all the great times we shared, you giving me all the love I
need, and we both helping each other to succeed. Remind me of all the good
in you, so I will know your love is true, then I will know what to do, and that is
to keep on loving you.
Okay so just to remind you, you are absolutely amazing. You make my day every day. I have a smile on my face constantly. You are the first thing I think about when I wake up & the last thing I think about before I go to sleep. I’m defiantly lucky to have such an incredible girlfriend like you. You are the biggest sweetheart, ever. I adore everything about you. I will do everything in my power to keep you in my life. I want you & only you. You’re beautiful inside & out. I fall more & more for you every day. & I’m so in love with your voice, it’s the cutest thing ever! Stay sweet baby. You’re one in a million.
As if
To remind me
Of past sorrows,
The plaintive cry of a curlew
In the distance.
W.A. CHOLT . COPYRIGHT Fergal O Reilly. 2017.
Looking up at the stars
I know in my heart your not far
Seeing the moons glow so bright
My love for you is out of sight
The twinkling of the skies
Are just that of your eyes
The sounds in the night
Is as soothing of a dim light
The sun is starting to rise
Your love is a surprise
My heart longs for you so true
As the night sky reminds me of you
You remind me of her smiles,
The white of teeth of hers,
The sun in her eyes,
The sweetness in her tongue,
You remind me of her face,
How beautiful they are,
Men die just to see it,
The war of love, her face ones caused,
You remind me of her body shape,
Her body of all eternal virtue,
The ebony in her milky skin,
The figure eight body type,
You remind me of her caresses,
The gentle touches of hers,
The French kisses she rained for me,
The love we made at sunset,
You remind me of her dreams of us,
That the moon, sun, rain and you to serve as our love witness,
That undieable love dead,
The tears in my eyes now red for you.
You remind me of our last minutes together,
Our journey down the east,
The promises I made, of love eternal,
Now she is long way down gone.
You remind me of her two faces,
The dangers in her eyes,
The evil of falling in love,
But, for you I will swim at the depth of love.
Happy Anniversary?
Annual "remembrance" and contemplation...
Why the highlights of these low times?
Absent minded ,heartless hate crimes
debased insane lost children wielding weapons
Lets spike the ratings...point lenses at this loss
cover the whole like bitter unfeeling frost
Compassionate~~ is how they come across..
yet the exposure compounds the occurrences
amplifies minor disturbances
Attention turns inward angst to outer turbulence
Focus on outside stimuli, asking why?
Creating worlds of total shallow souls that buy
training minds to not see beyond those lines
making name-brand zombies quick to ostracize
those not fitting these molds you made
those not finding a square role to play
not conforming
then transforming, morphing
struggling deflection defeats never absorbing
But what of the war fought at home?
Parents loathing life leaving children alone
human nature is part inherent/ part learned
priorities made the tide turn, not teaching made the sky burn...
Do you believe life's value has diminished in the eyes of children
or they have no perception of what we haven't taught them???
I awoke to the news
Overnight you'd departed
Played a show, said goodnight
Then slipped away instead
I think I know by now
Not to try to reason
Just to love all you meant
And what you left behind
I feel bad sometimes too
I am haunted and exhausted
That's when I take your advice
Don't remind me
I pray you find your truth
In someplace higher
And I want you to know
That I'll keep searching too
RIP CC
May 19, 2017
I wedge the door upon the night
and pray someone will see a light
to value my tenacity
Remind me who I used to be
While winds, confused, pretend to know,
with zephyr breath, they exhale rows,
of winds to scatter clouds from me
Remind me who I used to be
A photograph within my heart
has faded, pale, and tossed apart
Have I been lost upon the breeze?
Remind me who I used to be
That I might sleep, and never know
if who I am, still matters too
Not who I was, that once was me
Remind me who I used to be
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5/3/14
You remind me of...
fresh dew, morning sun, soft snow
Delightful nature
You remind me of sleep.
A nap on the cool tile
That makes the heat rush
Out of my cheeks
In all shades of
Red and pink.
You remind me of rest.
You remind me of the feel of scented blankets.
Rough and soft,
All at once.
Florid but not too flowery,
Delicate in all the right amounts.
You remind me of lonely laundry men
That long for a woman’s
Love and ironed sheets.
You remind me of home.
You remind me of food, lots of food.
Too sour for my
Eyes to bear while opened.
Too sweet for my
Belly to accept
And mouth to greet without
A smile.
Too spicy to keep
The sense in my ears,
And too plain at times.
Too blend for my body
To comprehend.
But you know what they say…
You can’t eat the same thing every day.
You remind me of God.
Sufis spinning round
And round with Him
Reborn in their faces.
Hajj traveler’s huge suitcases.
Pure Zamzam water,
And rosaries made of beads so green
That Mother Nature
Bowed down to them.
You are my sudden leap of faith.
You remind me of sweet melodies.
Arab voices that pierced seas
And sunk ships.
Tunes that blurred out
Whatever notes in this
unjust life that made no sense to me.
You make sense to me.
You remind me of Lebanese mothers.
Molding poetry with their
Own hands while making Kebbeh.
Collecting the burdens of the world
In small glass jars on their
Kitchen shelves,
While chopping greens with
Knives made of War
That chopped their
Homeland’s greens.
And no I will not forget.
I want to stay this way;
Happy with my grief,
Wearing it around my finger
Like it was some sort of
Wedding ring I wanted to show
Off to this unjust world.
I first read Lord Byron's poetry, after a love was lost.
Each of us going separate ways; sorrow, the high cost.
Byron wrote of his grieving in 'When We Two Parted,'
of how lovers might leave off; both sadly broken hearted.
He expressed his time of "silence and tears," endured
for years from the one he'd loved, and of his cold cheek,
the one she'd kissed with soft lips, the one that had allured.
His verses written in poetic words; ones he could not speak.
He wrote of affection lost in the sentimental poem, 'The Tear.'
How the name of his loved one, his heart shall always revere
and loathed the last look he took as she slowly turned away.
Byron lived with romantic despair; his Sonnets woefully convey.
The woman he loved no longer walked in beauty like the night...
'She Walks in Beauty,' is perhaps the most famous of his writes.
His appreciation for love read in, "A heart whose love is innocent!"
But once lost, the stars are veiled by clouds becoming imminent.
I reference a lesser of his works, for it's become my favorite one.
'Remind Me Not, Remind Me Not' made me feel dolefully undone.
He penned, "those beloved, vanish'd hours my soul was given thee."
Bereft but "may never be forgot," though their loved ceased to be.
He dreamed the love they'd shared returned, but that was fantasy
and swore his love would not fade. In his heart it remained reality.
Final lines, "Can still a pleasing dream restore," instead of being forgot?
If hours we had together are gone, "Then tell me not, remind me not."
Purple Paper Butterflies
…for Brenda
I found these purple butterflies
with fragile paper wings
and bought them to remind you
of some very special things.
Things like how the butterflies
are out there to remind you
who you were and yesterday
are somewhere far behind you.
Reminders change is possible
no matter when or why.
It’s in our coat of courage,
we find our wings to fly.
To not forget we’re fragile
and can easily be broken,
sometimes when the simplest
of words are harshly spoken.
That everything can change
in just a fluttering of wings,
so never take for granted
any happiness life brings.
Lastly, there’s that little thing,
the precious gift of time
How each day is a blessing…
why waste the life that’s mine?
I know you love the butterflies
for all these reasons true.
May purple paper butterflies
bring joy and peace to you.
Your Loving Sister,
Jeannie
Like a nocturnal creature I lie awake, with every passing moment waiting for the day to break!
Feeling at peace with the activities around, 'tis a solace that during the day I don't feel bound!!
The sun rays bring me hope and they bring me light, they take me away from the person who haunts my being in the night...
I feel in shackles and I feel in pain when despite my efforts I just can't stop you from intruding my mind all over again!
I look at your picture and I see your face, can't take my eyes off that gleeful gaze...
You remind me of Sunflowers and you remind me of Rain but at the same time your face brings back the pain...
The pain that tore me apart, the pain that wore my heart, the pain that hardened my faith though it was meant to break!!
The day is easy as it goes by, with it's lovely colors which is a distraction to the eye...
As the dusk approaches my heart begins to sink and I begin to feel low. You are coming and I have no choice but to bow...
To bow to your whims and beg you to go, asking you to leave me in peace and wanting to let go!!
Clutching to my hopes and whimpering like a child, as if begging for a toy she so can't get off her mind!
It's easy to find you in your pictures and easier to frame you in words, because knowing you otherwise brings no joy but only hurts...
You can't stop the flood of emotions nor can you barricade my love, time has given it wings and it's gonna soar like a dove!!
It was my love that pulled you to me and gave me the moments I treasure in my heart; that too was nothing but a mere dream in the start...
If it was a dream that brought you to me then, it's gonna be a dream which will manifest itself all over again..!!!