Best Sadmemory Poems
'Tis now known why the Willow weeps,
a tragedy of love, its memory keeps.
For once a young man and young maid,
on tender grass, beneath branches lay.
Though pledged by birth to another,
from clans they hid, to be together.
Thus, the gentle Willow was their choice,
meeting beneath, till love they could voice.
The Willow held these secret lovers dear,
so would lower its boughs, when they drew near.
Thus tucked away in the Willow's womb,
could lay as one, yet this love was doomed.
For jealousy lurked within the pines,
spying young lovers thus entwined,
behind Willow's curtain of slender limbs,
He swore the maiden, would yet be his.
Thus, it came to pass one day,
as young maid softly made her way,
to their Willow, deep within the glen,
espied the branches did already bend.
Timidly, as she did draw near,
soft sound of sorrow fell upon her ears.
Parting Willow's branches to look within,
a dampness did touch upon her skin.
The Willow was shedding sap laden tears,
for the young man, in death, was near.
'Twas an arrow that had been used,
a potent poison, the tip infused.
The maiden, now blind with grieving mist,
pulled out the arrow, held it, in clenched fist.
Whilst cradled in love's arms, did he draw last breath.
Then, young maid, plunged the arrow, into her breast.
And so it is, that this story is told,
as the Willow's grief would not be consoled.
For unable to stop what had befell,
the young lovers, it had hid so well.
With will broken, as lovers lay dead,
the Willow, its branches, never again spread.
And because it is the memory it keeps,
it is to this day, that the Willow weeps.
As I purge my mind of all the memories bits and pieces that still infuriate me
I remember being on the phone with her in our last conversation
and in the background I could hear what her new boy friend was saying
Threatening to leave and reminding her about the things I?d done
Then you claimed I had not changed
You said I was still very angry
I said under the circumstances how would you feel
If the only love you knew was being decided upon a moments notice
No more chasing
No more memories
No more wishing you?d come back
No more you, no more me
Last page, End of story, close the book and don?t look back
Then suddenly another memory a psychic gave your mom advice
She said you were going to have to choose between two lovers
But that moment in time had no rhyme and we just laughed it off
But as I reminded her of that time I could hear fear through a fateful sigh
then suddenly everything in my mind began to flicker
Like a candle blowing in the wind
My mind my soul prepared to let go
Like an addiction that feeds off the regret
No more chasing
No more memories
No more wishing you?d come back
No more you, no more me
Last page, End of story, close the book and don?t look back
Another reel of my memory plays
Like sitting in a dark room with a tv on and remote in hand
Skipping through the channels
And watching each clip
She said I have to call you back
but I already knew what the answer would be
It was in her voice when that moment became a reality.
She buckled under pressure and I was out of the picture
No more chasing
No more memories
No more wishing you?d come back
No more you, no more me
Last page, End of story, close the book and don?t look back
Our break up was resentful
Unfortunately it was all based on a lie
And for six years she hated me
However she never really knew the truth why
And as one last image begins to float away like a balloon
I see the engagement ring and the party
I see what could have been, should?ve been but is not going to happen
I see you on face book with two kids and an illegitimate husband
No more chasing
No more memories
No more wishing you?d come back
No more you, no more me
Last page, End of story, close the book and don?t look back
Light emerged from a place not so far
A scene displayed beneath its roof’s tar…
“The sun entered through the window sill
Brightening the room as it filled in the still
A granddaughter sat on her grandfather’s bed
As he lay down on his back
His lips moved in unison
As his tongue played a tune…
Of his voice that was music to her ears…”
The clock ticked gently
Yet, time passed quickly…
“His granddaughter’s eyes gazed at him intently
As she listened to the one story she asked of him to say…
A story, young kids adore listening to…
Where Little Red Riding Hood hopped into the woods…
She always asked that story to be told…
No matter what was on hold…”
His granddaughter had her golden hair tied back,
As she sat quietly beside her grandfather’s hand
His warm tune engulfed her with safety,
As she sat there: imagination on display…
One day, that special began to slip away
As his tune was never heard again…
And all that’s left in the granddaughter’s mind...
Is a memory to hold onto...
A memory to treasure…
A memory of a young child with golden hair
Looking at her grandfather so intently
Listening to Little Ridding Hood being played
By her grandfather’s warming tunes
While he was lying down: resting on his bed…
May you rest in peace LOVED ONE
I Love You Grandpa…
The memory strikes the day
The darkness comes to play
Where everything I say
Is not enough, my sunlight has to pay
With everything undone
No place left to run
Another bullet in the gun
For all I am; for hiding from the sun
A shadow in my dreams
For years I’ve planted seeds
My presence a disease
My perfect plan, uprooting all I see
The darkness calls my name
Your beauty just a game
Deception born from shame
I can’t give up until you feel the same
My memory of the light
Hopes some day that you might
Run away, before I steal your sight
But memories of my way
Now shattering the day
And I would scream aloud, but only for your pain
The thought of you makes my skin crawl.
The memory of your touch is the likeness of a biblical plague.
It was your careless, cruel actions that maimed my body.
My mind is forever haunted with the memory of my
hopeless defensive fight.
I am alive and by all outside standards I am well.
But inside my fear has begun to dwell. I am so
scared to close my eyes but even more frightened
to leave them open. I lie in bed each night, wide
awake, praying for the nighttime to end. My ears
strain for a sound, any sound. Chills run up and down
my spine. My heart pumps so fast that it jars my body.
Look what you have created. Look what you have done.
My night of terror has turned into a lifetime sentence of
horror. Where does my pain end and yours begin? I am
losing myself in my sea of fear, screaming but no one
is around to hear.