Best Reminiscing Poems

Sitting under this Weeping Willow 
tree, I think of yesterdays gone by.

The special times I spent with my 
Mom and Dad, I reminisce and cry.

They're no longer here, God took 
them to a better place, away from
me.
Mom said," If I ever leave, look for
me in...

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There's little left now, Lawson, mate, of your home by the hill, 
Except, a guarding sentinel, the chimney stands there still; 
To some it's just another site, for tourists passing through, 
Perhaps they've never read your works - how sad, but maybe true. 
 
Eurunderee...

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Sewing machine long idle, gathered dust
inside the room my sister liked the best.
Old fabric pieces lay where they’d been left.
I let my hand upon soft velvet rest.

I lit a candle like she used to do
nights of our youth when she’d gone there to keep
her mind...

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Corrugated rhythm of the perforated heart
in the pulse of inspiration torn asunder, peeled apart
with the movement of discovery proving false in every start
as we danced the dance with no interpretation

Celebrated virtue of the lasting and the free
who have bent the will of romance glowing blind...

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This morning I
Allowed God to open his hands
I wanted to see
My space in the universe
To find some meaning
For the the sixty years I traversed his grace
And never reached the edge of it
I wanted see again
The zig-zag path of my search
But the water gnawed the sand
Where...

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Sitting this moment under skies of grey
Reading some old poems I once wrote with you,
Contemplating where you are now this day
Sharing words our collaboration knew.

The love we shared on a day once like this
In times so long ago; the spring of youth,
My heart heaved in...

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There’s a certain force of the rain that flows
That brings the scent to the forefront and grows
On concrete the fragrance is a fresh grey
Dull way to bring a stonewash smell to play

It only comes when it first starts to rain
Smell that pleases the senses without...

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Reminiscing

There are hours when I still long to hold you in my arms.
I feel strong, thinking about what I know of your charms.
Constantly living with these feelings gives one cause for alarm
but as reality would have it, reminiscing can do no harm.

So my dear Xiao...

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Screened porch,
sweet iced tea,
summer
breeze blowing.
Good times.

Family
laughing
at old jokes
they loved.

The shadows
grew long.
Light faded.

They left,
and oh, how

I miss them.


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I reminisce, I miss those days since:
Oblivion can never vanquish cherished childhood memory…
bonding our family together around bounty’s blessings
as Dad and Mom in their acclaimed cooking acumen
kept satiating everyone’s cravings with chef choice
we labeled as our comfort food.

Obviously, our Sunday’s victory is enjoying the Lord’s...

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Reminiscing
Sitting here the sky is grey
Contemplating what to do today
I’ve read some poems this morning anew
They made me think of when I was with you
The love we shared on a grey morn like this
My heart I gave, you gave me a kiss
I spoke those words...

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The old man stood;elbows resting on the old stone wall
Wistfully he gazed over the snow laden field,
Watching the sheep nibble on bales of hay,
He thought back remembering his working day.

In his leather like work hardened hand,
In left palm carefully placed a tobacco slice,,
With his right...

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One wonderful trait about being human is the ability to reminisce…
to remember people, places, things and moments
that have happened…that we miss.

Take our house for instance
its floors and walls and ceiling are lined 
with a myriad of memories our children left behind.

Floating in the air…they wait…and...

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I have lost a lot of friends
A lot of my friends from back then
Time has stolen them from me
I am not even certain
Of how they met their end ‘
But you specifically 
Do you remember
In Nursery school, we used to play
Eat dirt, swing and slay monsters...

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Casting my mind back many a year
To childhood days spent catching bees
Those long gone memories do bring a tear
Playing with friends in the summer breeze

A simple jam jar, air holes pierced in the lid
Laden with clover and blades of green grass
To catch a bumblebee, shear...

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