Best Reminder Poems
You aren’t
a burden,
you are
a blessing.
I am the mountains surrounding you
To cradle your life and give you strength
I will offer you colors in weather and seasons
Then, sparkle smiles, when topped with snow
I will give you reminders of goals
Challenges to climb and to conquer
I will be steady and yet peaceful
The lake in front of me, will reflect my views
That you can share and look into
I am, but a painting to remind you
Of all these things waiting outside
A captured memory, a framed reminder on display
To look again and again, and again – forever –
Heidi Sands
11/9/21
An anxious feather,
began to hover,
over a frozen lake of glass.
Flying through fire,
ever so higher.
Into the memories of the long
forgotten past.
Soaring above the mountain
tops
while slowly increasing speed.
The feather flew higher,
with a distant reminder.
Just how much a feather can
see.
A gust of wind will take you
anywhere.
If only the feather could
receive.
A dash of hope,
a touch of atmosphere.
Some wind and the will to go
where ever you please.
How the compass of time gradually deceives their seasons growing cold--
Redhead locks and manly hair transform into gray pepper gray
That in the bites of winter hard and arrogant, night's joy ebb
As a couple succumb to a matrimony of discontent and burden, stale--
Forgetting a destiny's pledge sacred which could affirm contain
A lifetime supposedly wrapped in rosy twilight … its final. jubilant glides .
No, one hour’s delay can stall the rapture of new ventures. The woman asks,
"Shall we , for better or worse, dance the moon with hearts aflame like before?"
6/27/2018 Contest of Silent One:
Eight Lines Of Fate, When You Wonder If It Is Too Late
Every breath that I breathe...
brings a scented breeze filled with love,
floating between each crystalline snowflake
on a chilled winter’s eve,
swirling through autumn’s painted leaves
coating the earth in beauty,
warmed by spring’s eternal flow of jasmine petal fragrance,
soften while meandering along a secluded beach
skimming waves in rhythmic sonnets beneath palm leaf dances
purified by the sun of summers past,
returning to me as a whispered reminder that...
you are every breath that I breathe
I want to believe change is beautiful,
still memories stain me with teardrops;
A stinging reminder of what was,
I’m left stumbling around in the past;
Still memories stain me with teardrops,
blurring my vision of the present;
I’m left stumbling around in the past,
stop staring at that old photograph!
Blurring my vision of the present,
black and white is no match for color;
Stop staring at that old photograph,
look forward it is not coming back;
Black and white is no match for color,
relish the moment while you can;
Look forward it is not coming back,
you can try but it will always fade;
Relish the moment while you can,
a stinging reminder of what was;
You can try but it will always fade,
I want to believe change is beautiful.
Nothing can destroy you—
Unless you give it permission to.
The love you deserve will fight,
Will always be your side,
No matter how difficulties reside.
In your dark, when you're low or high,
Doubts will sink into your skin—
they'll love you, for no reason—
You won’t need to win.
Even when your luminosity exhausts in wide,
They'll reflect warmth and make you shine.
The love you deserve will love you,
Even when you believe you don’t deserve it.
If reading this disturbs you
you're not the only one.
You are probably being reminded
of something you have done.
I am your painful reminder
that no one will forget.
I will always speak my mind.
I am not finished yet.
The pain you feel is nothing
compared to what you've done.
Don't worry, I know you're reading this
(and you're not the only one.)
Christmas has been over for three days.
My husband ask
May we take the Christmas tree down yet?
There is no way.
It has been up over a year.
It is staying up.
I tell him no.
We use it as a night light.
It is a mere three feet tall,
But it reminds me of last Christmas
when I still had my mother.
It will stay up forever
A night light that reminds me
That our time is limited
That we need to live our favorite light
As we are all extinguished in the end
Becoming starlight
She said..........
You workaholic, you're intoxicated
'Seems like work is all that's on your mind
With all the extra money, you've been making
It looks like you could pay your bills on time
Now you don't have to ruin your good credit
You don't have to let it go that far
I'll wait up 'til midnight on you baby
But you can be expecting a late charge
Baby, your account is delinquent
You need to make arrangements with me
If I don't hear from you this evening
I'm gonna form a collection agency
'Just a friendly reminder from this lonely heart of mine
Your lovin', baby, is two payments behind
This is your second notice, won't you do what's right
I don't want no partial payments, I want all of you tonight
PROTECTED BY A BROKE LAWYER AND A CUTE CLIENT
must again repeat
don't whiz rim of toilet seat
gentlemen be neat
2/2/16
While your at it: Put the toilet
seat down!
Formed
in the
image of
God - beautiful
you!
Just recently I was badly concussed,
With a weapon I never saw thrust;
My wife said to me,
What is on the TV?
Without thinking my answer was dust.
My River Birch has swelling buds
First signs of coming spring
So tiny and so delicate
With bright red fuzzy rings
A few of last years cones, dark brown,
Through lush green needles, peek,
At singing birds in camoflage
A game of hide and seek
The daffodils have yet to bloom
Their countdown has begun
Green sprouts are turning yellow
As they reach toward the sun
Sweet aromatic fragrance
Of the fresh cut lavender
Explodes and permeates the air
Spring's sweet ambassador.
A southern breeze, soft and warm
Like breath, a silent sage
It's nature's way of telling me
It's time to turn a page.
by Daniel Turner
Almost a century ago
Innocent blood was spilt
Almost a century ago
But there remains the guilt
The world must acknowledge
The Armenian genocide
The blood won’t wash away
There is no place to hide
One million and a half
Of Armenians met death
Their hopes and dreams extinguished
Gone out with their last breath
The women brutally raped
And their husbands shot or hung
How many of their songs
To this day remain unsung
The children weak and fragile
Dying for want of some bread
Left in the desert to die
Buzzards flying overhead
The sick and the elderly
Were discarded on the way
No one to weep and mourn
When their bodies saw light of day
The mothers dying slow deaths
Seeing children turn to bone
Wanting to feed them their flesh
Knowing they’ll not see them grown
The young girls flying off cliffs
Rather than suffer disgrace
Others hiding their beauty
By disfiguring their face
The soldiers with stone hearts
Deaf to the moaning sounds
Of the dead and the dying
Strewn on the desert ground
Faceless nameless people
Identity stripped away
Not honored with a number
In this gruesome tragic play
Their blood is crying out
Like faithful Abel of old
Still demanding justice
Their story must be told
The genocide of my people
Was not hidden from God’s eyes
The world may now deny it
May feed naive people lies
But every single blood drop
Will be accounted for one day
The murderers will face judgment
To escape- there’ll be no way
The Judgment day is coming
My people will see the light
They will be vindicated
They will march out of death’s night.
They will be reunited
With loved ones that they have lost
For their souls we now seek justice
We will achieve it at all cost.
Eileen Manassian Ghali