Best Reminiscent Poems

Reminiscent of the America I Knew

Seventy years have come and gone as though
 it was a watch in the night, 
and if we would choose to turn back the clock 
we can’t even if we tried with all of our might.

I was born right after...

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Acrylic is an exuberant technique
giving life to colors so unique,
reminiscent of a Matisse.

The pine-scented breeze drifts
from mounts to hills,
an ambient of skylarks trills. 

The French Autumn landscape
with mounts and lake,
an escape for the elite.
 
The noon holds mystique,
away from harsh critique 
paints lovely Bernadette. 

The...

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Redolent oak tree
Sweetens air with scent freshness
in holiday day















5-30-2016...

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There's a flower revival beyond my window pane,
Where velvet petals of fragrant rose remains.
Spring renewal spurns the colder freeze,
And casts love upon a floral breeze.

Pixies steal ribbons from a maiden’s room,
So her long loose tendrils catch nature’s bloom.
A green carpet of grass stretches beneath her...

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Lets get in the car,
Go far and chose to lose time deep in my mind there you are,
Drive into the night and ignore the calls,
If this is so good how can it be so wrong?
Looking at the stars falling so long, 
Looking at the stars...

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Mutual grief and joy to I
Euphoria reverses to dysphoria
Lessons learnt warmly
Action speaks louder than word
No regret with bitter aftertaste
Colour varied, bright against dull
Hope invites its beautiful face
Owning emotion rare and true
Looking ahead, lighter walk in step
Young at heart, never give up....

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Back to the window, I sit and glare.
    When we were young, easier to please.  
I'm just sitting in my rocking chair.
Now I watch the world pass by and stare.
    Remembering days of carefree ease.

Wouldn't let pain slow...

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Reaching into the quiet,
these last hours of evening.
They beckon one last look
at the all encompassing beauty about me.
So reminiscent of the One,
the One who put it there,
and all I can do is write.
I write the praises that echoes my hearts’ song.
As the rain misted cloud...

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He dragged his eyes across the pavement
To think of what he has lost.
For to be alone in his head makes no brutal dent
When he dwells on memories many have tossed.

He thinks for all emotion and for her sparkling voice
He may brood upon the thoughts of...

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Won't you be a chapter in my history textbook?
Be the co-author, never bothering me
to share the stars and most the sea
with thee woman who's sposed to be
a better motion reasoning
through empty aisles beckoning
me closer still, epiphany,
the rush of crushing symphony
the truth has posed as potpourri
amongst...

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Distant, Yet Distinct
Crowding My Dreams
So Hard To Concentrate 
When This Light Gleams
Shimmering In My Eyes
Breaking Thru The Passer By
Content For A Moment
Within This Memory I Lie

Running To The Door
My Foresight Needs Shade
This Dwindling Reception
Drifting As We Fade
Into Another Night's Dream
Into A Brand New Image
Just Wait...

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It warms my reminiscent heart
When Christmas preparations start
When the bells of Christmas chime
I am taken back to happy times
With special friends and family
And all the Christmas memories
When Christmas preparations start
It warms my reminiscent heart...

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I lie here in the placid darkness
Silent and still all around
I am reminded of a night as such
When love we unknowingly found.
Indeed, it was a long time ago
Although still feeling like yesterday
And that alone calmly reassures me
Together, we've come a long way. 
I do know...

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I guess the reason of god is to provide a blue print for right and wrong. A fabled story or a endless song. 
From Our Father to Ramadan and the candles of Hanukkah. 
Where I’m from a sin is a sin.
Truthfully I commit, that’s why...

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The Moorings of Yesterday

Looking out at the moorings of yesterday, wondering what was.
The long pier of forgotten purpose skeletal remains peaking above the surface of ancient waters

Attempting to peer through the fog that is tomorrow,
Wondering what will be.

A moment in time to displace the here...

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