Best Reminisce Poems
I reminisce, I miss.... The smell of fresh home baked cookies, today they come from a box of stale goodies. Please and thank you, now very seldom heard. When kids were kids just having fun, not tied to a computer so they cannot run. Life was work hard with simple things, like flowers you would bring. The days of old are long gone, never to return. The ones I loved, the ones that loved me are all gone. I reminisce, I miss....
Date Written: 3/17/2021
3/19/2021 Poem of the Day
"And"
1 Place
I REMINSSE I MISSContest Judged: 4/13/2021
Sponsored by: James Edward Lee Sr.
Those who are now elderly sit and reminisce
of sweet idyllic days which often they miss.
Sitting as families in beaming abodes
whilst a flickering fire dances and glows
Cosy nights in with cards and knitting
and days in the garden, weather permitting.
Snakes and ladders with family members
bed time when fire burns to smouldering embers
At school they were eager and behaved well
parting from friends with kind farewell
walking home with no worries or cares
helping with tea, then bed after prayers.
Yes, they love to recall memories of times
they learned stories and recited rhymes.
Played games with balls and skipping ropes
grew up with imagination, dreams and hopes
Now the old are found to sit and moan
at the new technology they are shown
the transportation speeding past
how times have progressed much too fast
What happened to appreciating what you got
being thankful despite not receiving a lot
Now seized by temptation, money and greed
today we're consumed by the need to succeed
The loud and so-called 'unique' youth
appear as disorderly, rude and uncouth
the bright, colourful and distinct attire
Is received as offensive, obnoxious and dire
Teenagers walking in packs of elite
music blasting with no rhythm or beat
the old will avoid and cross the road
feeling hostile on return to their abode
The clashes in cultures cause opposition
juveniles grow with too much ambition
thoughts consumed with riches and fame
money, films, music and fashion to blame
little time for families, never mind schools
displaying no respect and breaking rules
What happened to growing with parents as guide?
what happened to strolling in the countryside?
That clock on the wall is going too fast,
If it continues this pace I don’t think I will last.
I woke up this morning and looked over the sink,
to see my reflection and it got me to think...
There are lines on my face that I’m sure were not there,
and to my surprise; a new color of hair.
My eyes are not as innocent, and my nose a little round,
and perhaps around my middle I could see an extra pound.
Where did all the time go? Is this some silly trick?
There on the wall that clock continues to tick.
I listened for a minute, as that clock seemed to slow,
as if for a moment to say “don’t you know?...”
And then time stopped still as I remembered the years,
The times that I’ve had, the laughter and tears,
a flood of fond memories began filling my head,
like a book of my life but much easier read.
My time with my brother and sister of course,
my favorite things, a new bike and a horse.
Swimming and tennis and rodeos, too,
my friends and the crazy adventures we’d do.
My very first kiss; my heart skipped a beat,
the first time that I drove a real car on the street.
High school and college and meeting a wife,
overcome by the joy of adding kids to my life.
My thoughts now turned to my mother and dad,
I am grateful to them for the life that I had.
They cared for me always, and taught me so well,
as I replay these memories it’s easy to tell.
I’m grateful for all the of the things that they gave,
the lessons and wisdom I was able to save.
That clock on the wall doesn’t have any brakes,
no way to slow down and it gives me the shakes.
But I don’t mind the wrinkles, the lines or gray hair,
I’ve had so much fun and the timing was fair.
I know that my life is like one giant cup;
The great times that I’ve had were in filling it up.
I was a new kid in town,
feeling awkward and shy,
feeling like I didn't belong
feeling quite down,
listened to the radio
as much as I could,
I surfed the channels,
when I heard your gentle sound...
It brought me out of my doldrums,
because I could finally relate,
it was music to my ears,
made me feel I could escape...
Made me feel redeemed,
trying to fit into...
a different world it seemed,
with the Vietnam War still raging on,
your songs literally brought me out the sun…
So, just wanted to thank you Karen,
although you've long since withered away,
your songs still live in my heart,
even up till today.
Quintessence of Monalisa mystifies me.
Silver blazon of Sahara sands scintillates me
Majesty of the Milky Way overwhelms me,
and they all remind me of you.
An autumn forest drenches in rain showers,
and the fantasy reminds me of you
A vista of multi chrome mural radiates,
and the harmony reminds me of you
I see the brightest star in the sky,
I hear the sweetest lyrical ballad
I feel the swaying cradle of love
I touch the luminous lotus in a lake,
and the peace reminds me of you.
Your sublime thoughts never go away
In the pristine crystal vase of my heart,
with dainty dew drops, I keep you fresh,
too alien in my world, too silent to speak.
too beautiful to touch your scarlet cheek
Every moment, your love and smile I miss.
As I breathe your air in ethereal reminisce,
Date written : 24th May 2019
Hurry Up and Wait
Sir, permission to speak, major sir. Go ahead, private.
Sir, what time is the 10 o'clock inspection, major sir?
You mean the ten hundred hours inspection, private?
Sir, yes sir, I mean ten hundred hours inspection, sir.
The inspection will be at ten hundred hours, private.
Sir, yes sir, however we've been standing here since
ten hundred hours for thirty minutes now, major sir.
It will be ten hundred hours when I say it is, private,
as he checks his watch, waits for the colonel to arrive.
Will I ever get the military out of my mind, must each
situation become another army wrinkle in time? While
I wait thirty minutes past my 10 o'clock appointment,
ponder if I should be the private, ask the receptionist
how much longer until my 10 o'clock job interview or
take the role of major and wait for the colonel to arrive.
Nostalgic moments surrounds
Hugged dearly by the arms of nostalgia..
Reminisced about the past
Viewed..
An old photo album..
As I focused my attention on the memories
The pictures came to life once again..
Love..
Joy..
A touch of bittersweet emotions
Tears of joy..
Tears of what once was..
Absorbed by the power of pictures frozen in time..
Discernment of knowing
Those lovely pictures
Had become alive through my memories..
Past events and memories frozen in time
Altered..
Brought me precisely to this exact present moment..
Old friend, won’t you join me late tonight?
We can watch by dimming candlelight,
A play with young characters in motion,
To their ideals and passions, such devotion.
Their lives filled with great meaning and import,
While not thinking too much that life is short,
We can watch as they love, fight, and make up.
One day it will be gone when they wake up.
We can sigh and cry and laugh till it’s late,
Though, to these characters, we can’t quite relate.
While the dramatic players on stage are us,
Their concerns tonight seem meaningless.
The gift was given, yet not understood
To be vibrant and far from wasting away
I paid no attention to the years of change
To awaken one day with life's ebbing decay
I found in a mirror my reflection of deterioration
Along with a thought, how fast life had been
The arrival of gray hair and rippled wrinkles
And the long brown spots from skin paper thin
Could that life had kept me as my youth
And yet this arrogance I must dismiss
As I grow old in a slow aching regression
It gives me time to understand and reminisce
9/23/20
contest Writing Challenge- Decay
sponsor Constance La France
A hush of gray descends, the world outside a blur
Of weeping glass and dancing leaves, a gentle stir.
The scent of wet earth and cooled pavement climbs the air,
As warmth from a steaming cup soothes away all care.
In her hands, a porcelain hug, the tea's floral grace,
Sweet steam whispers against the skin of her face.
The book on her knees, a weight of stories untold,
Its paper scent, a comfort, a history to hold.
The rhythmic drum of rain against the pane,
A soft, percussive melody to wash away the pain.
Each drop a tiny echo of a memory long past,
A life unfolding, too beautiful to ever last.
A sip of warmth, a bitter-sweet and soothing brew,
A taste of all the moments she has ever been through.
The cool ceramic on her palms, a solid, gentle feel,
The world outside is fading, but this moment is so real.
She closes her eyes and listens to the low hum,
The quiet symphony of the world she's come from.
The taste of tea, the smell of rain, the warmth within her soul,
The past and future merge to make her present whole.
"Winterglow Reminisce"
silent embers from golden hearth of fireplace
sizzled, as snowflakes gently cascaded as diamonds
warming lovenest in winterglow reminisce
reflecting upon fond memories of intimate proposal.
as festive aura of chilled season atmosphere chimed
two hearts hovered in romantic interlude
exuding a precious moment in time to treasure
as the merryment of jovality ignited Winter dreams.
in retrospect of cherished caress beneath starlight
frozen icicles melted .. succumbing to passion
while the moonlight of Winter magic
shared an exquisite rendezvous of love
a snowy picturesque canvas enticed sheer landscape
in delicate embrace of happiness, forever.
*For Craig's Fond Memories Contest.
I lye winds are whispering
On a bed of packed snow
I speak, no one's listening
And time, it moves slow
As I gaze upon lines of crystalline trees
I'm adrift in a dream, of things that may be
I stand, the sun is shining
On a pier aside a lake
I look to reflections, blinding
As waves so gently break
I find myself focused on moments all passed
Each day brings a challenge, and time it moves fast
I sit, walls a prison
From this chair I never rise
Confined by age not decision
A younger man always denies
That he one day would silently miss
Going outside to reminisce
Flashback,
Memories stirred,
Relive another time,
A vision of past happiness,
Tearful.
Look back,
The past beckons,
Wish I was young again,
Fantasy, not reality,
Move on.
REMINISCE
WHEN I SIT BACK AND REMINISCE
ABOUT THE FIRST MAN WHO CLAIMED
LOVE AND ENDLESS BLISS
I HEARD HIM SAY WITHOUT DELAY
DON'T TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES
AS HE LAID ME DOWN
FOR THE FIRST TIME
WHISPERING WORDS IN MY EAR
THAT HE WANTS TO BE MINE
PROCLAIMING TO ME IT WAS HIS BIRTHDAY
I HEARD HIM SAY AS IF IT WAS TODAY
DON'T TAKE OFF YOUR DAYS
OH, HOW HE PROFESSED HE LOVED ME
ACKNOWLEDGING I'LL LOVE WILL
ENDURE UNTIL ETERNITY
THEN I HEARD HIM SAY TO MY DISMAY
DON'T TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES
THEN ONE, TWO THREE BEFORE
YOU COULD SAY FOUR
HE HAD ZIPPED UP HIS PANTS
AND WAS OUT THE DOOR
HIS WORDS STAY WITH ME FOREVER MORE
DON'T TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES!