Best Reminding Poems


Premium Member Reminding Thoughts

We've got the world in front of us,
The stars above us,
and nothing hindering us,
to make us stop,
With the love between us,
these thoughts reminding us,
we can climb to any mountain top.

It's Our Time

As I travel through the places in my mind
Your the one thing I can't seem to find
Or leave behind 
So would it be possible to unwind 
The love that has been so blind
Not able to escape my mind
Because now is our time

We should not mind our love from the past
No matter what I try to let go by
Your spirit still lives within me
That allows us to fly so high 
Then here you come reminding me
How much I need to see
How happy and free 
You have always made me

As your love surrounds what I see
Like a giant majestic tree 
So let's bury what was so scary from the past
To unmask what we know makes it last
We both have enough smarts
To know what our lives were like living apart 
So let's get a new start

When we depart to be on our way
To a new kind of day
When you see what kind of life
I have planned for you my future wife
We need not ask ourselves why 
Or try to justify what will no doubt fly by
Where our love rises to kiss the sky 
Making it possible for our hearts to rein high

A Reminding Squeeze

After years of growing native shrubs and putting them in pots,
my backyards full of hakea’s and gums, placed in separate lots,
but some wattles have outgrown their home and really don’t look flash;
I think I’ll have a stall down at the market and collect a bit of cash.

Our market’s just a little one, where they don’t ask for A-B-N,
So the money that is changing hands is tax exempt again.
I was doing pretty good you know with correas me biggest sale,
and as I’m raking in the dollars I heard this shocking wail!

I looked across and this young kid had turned a dreadful blue,
his Father’s steeped in panic ‘cause he don’t know what to do.
The only thing I could make out, and of course now it made sense,
he’d gave his boy some spending money and he swallowed twenty cents.   

Now the poor young fellas choking and he can’t get his breath,
and a crowd began to hover ‘round, about to watch a death
until a woman in a business suit gently placed her coffee down,
and casually passed everyone, and knelt beside him on the ground.

While everyone’s in panic mode she lifted him up so they faced,
and put her arms around him, and first gently squeezed his waist, 
then she squeezed him like a vice and her teeth began to gnash,
until the boy began convulsing, and then he coughed up the cash. 
 
That coin shot out the young boy’s mouth but it never got to land.
Even with it flying like a bullet she still grabbed it with her hand.
She gave the coin back to his Father, leaving all of us to think,
and walked calmly to her coffee where she took a casual drink.

I could not believe that I just saw this most amazing rescue feat,
so I wandered over to the lass and sat beside her on the seat.
I said, “You must be a doctor with that insight you displayed”.
And she replied “Oh fair go mate. I don’t even know first-aid!”  

I shook me head and said, “Then if you’re not a doctor of some note,
how did you know just what to do when that coin stuck in his throat?” 
She looked me squarely in the eye … with an angry stare and then,
she said “I work for the Tax Office - can I see your A-B-N?”


Gardenias Reminding Me

The sun was brightly shining
the morning when he left.
Gardenias reminding me,
of my father’s death.

I was about a child of four,
when sirens rang in war.
Though fifty years, not rid of tears
the charge of distant fears.

How mother’s heart was weeping,
the day the message gave.
In requiem guns were singing;
white flowers on his grave.

Remembering the day his eyes
first flickered into light.
Feeling all his human cries;
so glad in his delight.

Man, here, not contented.
Again the sirens rang.
With arms a-well presented,
his bugle proudly sang.

The sun was brightly shining
the morning when he left.
Gardenias reminding me,
of my baby’s death.

Premium Member PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR REMINDING US THAT HE IS GOD, AND THERE IS NONE ELSE

August 6 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Isaiah 46-49

Key Verse – Isaiah 46:9 Remember the former things of old: for I am God, and there is none else; I am God, and there is none like me.

PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR REMINDING US 
THAT HE IS GOD, AND THERE IS NONE ELSE	

Praise be to God for reminding us that He is God
and there is none else Whose: 
Power uplifts weariness, and purpose upsurges worldliness
Promise uproots wantonness, and presence upbears wellness
Plan upheaves wastefulness, and pleasure upholds watchfulness
Provision upkeeps wealthiness, and performance upstages weakness
Prudence upbraids wickedness, and perfection upgrades wondrousness

Isaiah 47:4 Praise be to Lord for being our Redeemer:
Calling us His children through Christ
Covering us with His clothing of compassion
Cleansing us by His crucifixion toward conversion
Counselling us through His calling for our consecration
Caring for us against carnality to conquer by His commitment

Isaiah 48:17 Praise be to the Saviour 
for He is our Leader Who:
Teaches us to profit by His provisions
Training us to persevere through His power
Tells us to prosper along His purposeful progress
Tests us to prevail along His providence against perversions
Tries us to prioritize His presence, while performing with His protection

Isaiah 49:26 Praise be to the Creator
for feeding us, nourishing us since He is our:
Redeemer, rescuing us upon repentance
Restorer, re-creating us with His righteousness
Regenerator, renewing us against rebelliousness
Replenisher, rejuvenating us for rejoicing recovery
Reprover, rebuking us along His reproofs toward our rewards. Amen!

August 6, 2024

Premium Member Reminding Me

reminding me
what is seen
thru the lens of youth



AP: Honorable Mention 2022


Premium Member Reminding Ourselves

Much better people we would be if we daily reminded ourselves of our mortality!







© Demetrios Trifiatis
     18 January 2017

The Dead Life

“The Dead Life”
(Sleep is the Sister of Death, so I am told)

Wake every morning take a break from death. From the life I live inhaling immortal breath. Uncontrolled vision of lives lived in my head. Most nights are dreamy, some nights are sad. 

Fears of our days under lights brightly shining. Return to us in quiet of solemn memos reminding, _ ponderings of undertakings stood above ground. Distant plains amid hasty travels vastly abound. 

I’ve drowned many times almost in the same place. Searched for mother who vanished without a trace. I remember this building, vaguely the name of that street. Rippled roads, posing people, infirm ground Beneath my feet. 

Of curious consciousness, tis fateful demand whilst I sleep. Wander as a babe in the woods, it’s meaning Lost as sheep. 

(If I live the life above in the valley of Death as such, I am doomed to be a restless soul. So far I’ve learnt to not go/turn back it causes the ripples in the road. Keep moving forward. I must remember this upon my return!)

Premium Member Something Worth Reminding

I wait for the sun to peek its face
Above the distant mountain
But today, clouds have decided to hide
Its smile, with a curtain of gray
The rain will arrive later and wash away more snow
In this mild weather where green grass still shows
Instead of bitter cold, there will  be warmth
Even without the sun shining
In dark times, warmth can still be found
Something worth reminding

Heidi Sands

1/3/23

Premium Member reminding me to listen and not rush things

two koi glide past at an unhurried pace
representing courage and strength
symbols of peace and tranquility

reminding me to meditate
wait for my guides to answer
not rush anything

good luck comes to those who
know how to listen without interrupting
to know how to glide

SPIRIT CALLING

On a cozy night 
Very late midnight 
I heard a voice 
Calling 
A voice in my head 
As it slowly whispered.

Wake up
Get up
It's time to act 
Taking action 
Towards your Aspirations.

Wanted to fall asleep again
But couldn't 
The voices keep screaming aloud 
Time waits for none 
Wake up, get up and take actions 
My spirit keeps calling and reminding me.

Premium Member Sometimes You Need Reminding

Each and every one of you in your own way is unique, wonderful, amazing…and yet…sometimes you need to be reminded…because sometimes…you forget.

Sometimes you forget how you light up the world…how you are a shining star…sometimes you forget all the wonderful things you do…and just how beautiful you are.

Sometimes you forget that you are kind and gentle…you forget how your heart can sing…sometimes you forget into the lives of others all the joy and happiness you bring.

Sometimes you forget how in this life you have developed this truly awesome knack…to love a myriad of people…and sometimes you forget how these people love you back.

If you are one of those who has forgotten and this reminder has found its way to you…may you go out today and remind someone else who may have forgotten too…

Because everyone occasionally needs reminding how they are a shining star…because everyone occasionally needs reminding just how beautiful they are.
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.

World Peace May Need Reminding

Seek the sun when rising
Presence around thee
Kept deep within me
Victory is near
Through God calling I hear
Took the steps
In which we are met
World is our dance
As we choose to advance
My dear yesterday
Shall we see what you have to say
Through the search of ponder
We had to wonder
To understand
As much as we can
His heavenly feet
We have felt them through sleep
The earth must be respected
The Lord himself inspected
Time to act
Gather all who want to react
Seasoned with salt
God tears were felt
Have no fear
The time is near
The love we spread
Was heard ahead
God has seen what needs to be done
The world and I shall work as one
Time to reveal
It was time you kneel
All you feel Is indeed real
God glory is ready defend
Our Lord mercy shall never end
Time to make him a friend
His love we do send

* Reminding Again of His Beauty

Tree standing in the cotton
filled blue sky given from God above.
Reminding again of His beauty.

Reminding Me of Other Times

Here above the water's edge
I overlook the stream.
The sounds of the rushing current
are as a distant dream.

Reminding me of other times
that I've been here before
are  the trails and the uphill climbs
with adventures always in store.

As I think about my younger days
and those times shared with my brothers,
I can't help remembering the fun we had
as we shared those times with others.

Now those days have come and gone,
and I stand here quite alone,
seeing these places that have not changed
while through the years I've grown.

Douglas L.Ace

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