Best Reminisced Poems
Beyond fair reason, I shall think of you.
In fallen grass or gently flowered field.
To see each fleeting moment fade to blue,
With my distant thoughts, I silently yield.
This memory to tremble ever soft,
A misty vision of a face once kissed.
I'm whisked to midnight skies and stars aloft,
A sheltered afterglow now reminisced.
The shadowed door with candlelight so still,
An empty chair with a fading silhouette.
Forgotten times in love's unyielding will,
As flames to ash can trace the two who met.
A hand that brushed a cheek to often soothe,
A kiss remembered, many years removed.
12/27/13/
. . .
as a child I had an unwritten history in this world
blind, wailing and unaware, totally helpless
crying is all I knew of life at that time
deep in my throbbing heart a love was born
every day I was kissed and hugged by mother
full of wild mirth and infant joy, I laughed and smiled
gone now is that love for she lays in her tomb
hanging my head I write poems, pages and pages
in my soul I keep the memories from gathering dust
just yesterday, I reminisced a happy day of us
keeping the love from being lost, I write and write
look at me with your sad eyes
mother, I will paint poems full of love and grief
now and then, I gaze at the past with quivering tears
oh, and with my throbbing heart memories flow
past the clicking, ticking clock of life, I remove the dust
quietly, I bow my head at your tomb and let tears fall
returning often to clean the cold, weathered stone
sweet memories, memories, memories is all I have
till my last breath, no dust shall gather
until we meet beyond this domain of earth, I keep
visions of a realm where your beautiful soul sleeps
whatever time has destroyed, I must strive to remove the dust
xanadu, a garden lovely is where I dream that you dwell
your memory will never, ever, ever, ever gather dust, for
zillions of years from now my poetry will speak of deep love
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February 26, 2015
Poetry/Abecedarian/I write poems, pages and pages
Copyright Protected, ID 02-644-734-25
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La FRance
For the Standard contest, Gathering Dust,
sponsor, John Lawless, Judged 03/2015
Second Place
In a tranquil trance,
admiring elegant swans,
flowing along stately streams,
I rested my wearied head,
upon her soothing bosoms.
Her subtle fingers pacified
melancholic tones within the
chambers of my misplaced mind.
Warmth of her ethereal embrace
together with the early Spring sun,
dissolved the protective glacier,
shielding my dormant somber soul.
Under serene sapphire skies,
her eyes like unique emeralds - sparkled,
charming each beat of my heart to murmur.
As we reminisced about childhood memories,
an isolated tear escaped from my eye,
innocently immersing her silken skin.
Captivated by her angelic aroma,
I pondered if she was an angel,
cradling me within a citadel in heaven.
As twilight ignited merigold radiance
through silver violet clouds,
her succulent lips whispered
sweet musings as they caressed mine.
The taste from her last sensual kiss,
still lingered as she ascended to the heavens,
as I pleaded;
"Take me with you."
To which she replied;
"It's not your time."
Simple Musing
Silent One
22 March 2018
I dream of a place where dancers embrace,
Waltzing together incipient lights,
Music transposed echoed heavenly grace,
Accompanies first harmonious nights;
I dream of lilacs and lavender mist,
Adrift susurrus shoreline’s infinite breeze,
Flowing compassion through time reminisced,
That journeys taken be traveled with ease:
I dream of a whisper remembered well,
Spoken in honeydew’s gentle caress,
Promising lovers when broken-hearts swell,
Friendship would mean there’s always forgiveness.
I dream of a dream where happiness numbs,
That dreams of a place where yesterday comes.
The Hidden Nature Trail
While I was hiking one soft summer morn
beside a streamlet flowing through a dale,
I found a narrow nestled path unworn
which led me down a hidden nature trail.
I walked amongst the pine trees standing tall
along the hidden trail their shadows cast;
I heard a song bird chirp his mating call,
and reminisced sweet moments from my past.
The hidden path meandered far and near
and ended by a pond of sapphire blue
with splashing birds and water crystal clear,
and sirens bathing in the morning dew.
I wonder was this but a reverie,
or is it just my secret fantasy?
November 24, 2023
You were drawn to its contours
worn smooth by the elements
over eons of existence;
cream colored and streaked with grayish blue
with its scattering of sparkle -
ensconced in the sand
special amongst the many on the rocky beach
a souvenir from the shore
of the day we walked in its mist
and the wind blew our footsteps
this way and that way
as well as our thoughts
while we reminisced…
now..
it is where you left it;
stoic
and sentimental
it stands vigil
on the small windowsill
overlooking the pathway to my door
awaiting your return
my beloved daughter
...as it patiently endures
it is the perfect representation
of
my heart
Susan Ashley
July 30, 2018
as a child- I had an unwritten history in this world
blind, wailing and unaware, totally helpless
crying is all I knew of life at that time
deep in my throbbing heart a love was born
every day I was kissed and hugged by mother
full of wild mirth and infant joy, I laughed and smiled
gone now is that love for she lays in her tomb
hanging my head I write poems, pages and pages
in my soul I keep the memories from gathering dust
just yesterday, I reminisced a happy day of us
keeping the love from being lost, I write and write
look at me with your sad eyes
mother, I will paint poems full of love and grief
now and then, I gaze at the past with quivering tears
oh, and with my throbbing heart memories flow
past the clicking, ticking clock of life, I remove the dust
quietly, I bow my head at your tomb and let tears fall
returning often to clean the cold, weathered stone
sweet memories, memories, memories is all I have
till my last breath, no dust shall gather
until we meet beyond this domain of earth, I keep
visions of a realm where your beautiful soul sleeps
whatever time has destroyed, I must strive to remove the dust
Xanadu, a garden lovely is where I dream that you dwell
your memory will never, ever, ever, ever gather dust, for
zillions of years from now my poetry will speak of deep love
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February 26, 2015 (Edit December 11, 2019)
Poetry/ABC/as a child
Copyright Protected, ID 15-1206-944-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to FFI Blog Series 33 - A to Z
Brian Strand
Honorable Mention
For every step my father took,
my short legs took three.
“Daddy, please,” I called to him,
“you walk too fast for me.”
My sister took a husband;
my brother went to sea.
Our father sighed, “Our family time
has been too brief for me.”
As my teen years ended
and college lay before me,
Dad shook his head in sadness,
“It’s all too fast for me.”
When Mama died, we reminisced
their forty-seven years.
The passing time, the life they shared
were captured in our tears.
And as computers came of age,
Dad watched me surf the net.
“I’d like to learn,” he said to me,
“But I’m not ready yet.”
Then as Dad lay dying, carrying years
that numbered ninety-three,
I could not help but say aloud,
“They went too fast for me.”
* I wrote this poem on the way to my father’s funeral. I wanted to read it aloud as a tribute, but my sister said the rhyme made it sound too amateurish. She has her PhD in Literature, so I didn’t argue. I should have.
For Vera, Leanna and Leslie
Today in church I was rapt as I listened to the words of the pastor,
As she spoke about the death and glorious resurrection of the Master!
But I must confess that my mind ran amok and wandered,
As I reminisced about Easters past upon which I pondered.
I recalled Easters of yore when our little girls were small.
How they anticipated the Easter Bunny, ready to have a ball!
Their mother, Vera, was an extremely talented seamstress,
Who made for each of them a gorgeous lacy smock and dress!
She insisted that they have new shoes, gloves and fancy bonnet,
Trimmed with lots of lace and colorful flowers upon it!
Vera wore an outfit including new shoes and hat with dressy flora,
And I of course had to wear a suit and tie and a ridiculous fedora!
Off we marched to church and Sunday School in our fine attire,
To hear the awesome Easter Story and a cantata by the choir.
After, a repast was prepared by Vera with ham and sweet pertaters,
With other tasty fixin's including a salad of garden-fresh termaters!
The girls relished the chocolate bunnies and eggs that they found!
I recall so many Easters with my family when joy would abound!
Fast forward to today when the girls from home have flown,
As they carry on those traditions with families of their own.
Alas, we lost our dear Vera this past July but I have this one consolation;
Today she celebrated Easter with CHRIST HIMSELF in great jubilation!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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A spark is shot
Deftly, from between two fingers.
It sits, wavering on its bed
Like a lone star
Against the black,
Cold coals.
Chuckling, a candle flame shows
Its little golden head.
Sleepily, it reaches for its mother
And she, flickering, crackles her tongue
As the scorching hand upon her breast grows
And spreads.
Curious and hungry,
flamma explorat.
II
A fire is mature, suddenly
Superior. Its arms extend,
It works, briskly it burns.
Like a tiger
It inhabits its cage.
Laughing, a blaze rises
To greet a brittle friend.
For another
And another
Blaze yearns.
Alas! Any tears would hiss
If the glowing cheeks reminisced a kiss.
It is Love The Fuel on which its life depends.
Selfish and beautiful,
flamma vivat!
III
The embers sift, tenderly
Nursing the staggering
Foolish old flame
Who must be coaxed to nibble and feed.
No light livens the hearth, haunted now,
Merely shadows.
In faded fame, amidst dusty fortune
The patient lies.
And it ponders as all its dazzle dies
Who taught me to hate?
Was it lack of love or lack of life
That finally dampened my fanciful play?
Slowly,
Painfully,
The gargoyle face is smothered in ash,
The soft powder of its parents fate.
And death waits
Eerily
Still
Until another is born in the grate.
Tired and lonely,
flamma extinguet.
Several years ago, I walked the Naples Pier with Ellen. There we reminisced and shared a cupcake, the view, and silent thoughts. Not long ago, a hurricane destroyed the pier. Below is my Poem titled Ellen's Pier.
Against that wicked stormy might
Came to pass the long-feared fight
First standing proud and quietly brave
Then bled white by wind and wave
Her treasured timbers taken to sea
Fate can be cruel outside the lee
Those carved initials ripped away
As authors huddled ashore that day
This bridge of peace from the sand
Once carried thoughts from the land
A bench to rest, a rail to lean
The simplest wonder, untold serene
It gifted the site of dolphin or two
And delivered each day it’s ready view
Fondly it stands in my mind
That pier, cupcakes, and you entwined
8 December 2022
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 22 Poetry Contest
Mark Toney
While walking out my door one night
The hour was quite late
The sky was dark, no moonlight showed
T'was black, as black as slate
Yet, looking through the darkness
Of this silent, satin night
From somewhere just beyond the edge
A flame, a candlelight?
I sat alone and reminisced
About our long, yet loving life
About my role as husband
And yours of loving wife
A gentle waft of air that caused
A flutter in the night
It was as if upon that breeze
An Angel took to flight
It seems like it was yesterday
I boldly walked you home
Then thought about the loving times
Spent with you, all alone
I spoke into the darkness
Even though, we were alone
Yet there upon that whispered breeze
A sound spoke back, unknown
And yet at night, no one to hear
Your silent breaking heart
Soft tears slid down upon your cheek
Wet kisses in the dark
A cry of pain escaped your lips
Broke through the silent night
While Angels then prepared you
For your dark and silent flight
As morn began its' gentle break
A voice from up above?
Yea!, tis today I called for you
To tell you of my love
Come home to me, God spoke to her
No more you'll suffer pain
He'll hold your love within his heart
Until you meet again!
The birthday party, a surprise,
Had lots of things to tantalize –
A lovely house, delicious food,
A friendly host to set the mood…
Some dialogue with friends and kin,
The birthday gal’s elated grin
When, from the car, she looked about
As all of us let out a shout.
My favorite part, though, was to see,
Transcribed to view on a TV,
Home movies of the honored guest,
The past revived at our behest.
Most partygoers knew her then
And lived those mem’ries once again
But we don’t go back quite as far
So watching really raised the bar:
An eighth grade trip, a P.J. bash,
A backyard pool, with hose and splash,
The senior prom (and she the queen!),
A high school graduation scene.
To see my friend so very young
Gave background to the praises sung
And piled so high upon her plate
By all who came to celebrate.
As pals and family reminisced,
I saw a bit of what I’d missed
But I was thrilled to recognize
My younger friend, a sweet surprise.
We climbed the gate while it was dark
So no one saw us in the park
We’d leave at eight and we’d be fine
For ‘Mr Keys’ would come at nine
This garden where the roses grew
In memory of people who
Wouldn’t mind that we were there
For where we trod, we trod with care
Not too much gear, we travelled light
No lamps to show up in the night
We had a place where we would sit
Until things brightened up a bit
Of brick and tin, with seats within
Its open face, a welcome grin
The shelter offered lakeside views
For those bereaved to sit and muse
And gazing out on yonder lake
In no rush for the day to break
It watched the mist sit dense and white
On waters that still clung to night
But as the moon took to its pillow
Something splashed beneath the willow
Newly crowned the sun took hold
To warm two lads who’d braved the cold
And in that dawning day we wished
For fish to feed… and so we fished
With bread or maggots, worms or cheese
To lure the carp from under trees
We caught one never, not once ever
We tried our best but carp are clever
They proved a never ending wait
But perch and roach would take our bait
And so we fished for what would bite
And every fish was pure delight
For every fish was surreptitious
Which made the fishing more delicious
Our voices low to show respect
The silence as I recollect
Was broken when the ducks went daft
Which sounded like the whole lot laughed
Then in the now increasing light
A few of them began to fight
A precursor, perhaps, to breeding
We didn’t care… the fish were feeding
And of the fish that we caught there
A tiddler was extremely rare
Though some were bigger than the rest
And sometimes, one, a personal best
But when the time had passed us by
With Mr Keys’ arrival nigh
Reluctantly we’d sneak away
No sign that we’d been there that day
*
How often have I reminisced
Of two good friends and where we fished
And of the people buried there
And how they didn’t seem to care
Colored leaves swirled with emotion
Around us, our hearts beat as one
You held me in perfect notion
Our smiles as bright as the sun
The breeze touched us, in a love’s dance
Around us, our hearts beat as one
Looking in our eyes in a trance
We knew that we found something rare
The breeze touched us, in a love’s dance
We reminisced about all we share
There is nothing that can compare
We know that we found something rare
I held your hand, this day so fair
We laughed about the apple pie
There is nothing that can compare
To this love that reaches the sky
Colored leaves swirled with emotion
We laughed about the apple pie
You held me in perfect notion
Heidi Sands
9/26/17
*Placed 4th in the Autumn Romance contest.