Best Trip Down Memory Lane Poems
Hook of Holland arrive by the ferry
Meeting our good friends Ans and Jerry
The pancake house is where we love to eat
Being our with our Dutch friends – what a treat
Zwarte Piet will be visiting soon
Children crowded into the living room
Waiting for the black hand around the door
Sweets are freely scattered on to the floor
Visiting the haunting Anne Frank museum
Makes me think of the phrase carpe diem
Walking along the stunning cobbled street
Our trip to Amsterdam is now complete
I would love to return again one day
Meet Elly Wouterse on lands far away
Submitted to Elly Wouterse’s Contest
My Ode To The Netherlands
~ Awarded 2nd place ~
15th April 2014
The poem is written from very vivid childhood memories- its been a trip down memory lane - it is also my first attempt at a sonnet
A Trip Down Memory Lane
Let’s take a walk down memory lane,
Let’s go to the fifties to share those days once again.
Go to the Triangle Restaurant with your steady date,
To see all your friends cruising and staying out late.
Ride very slowly through our small town,
The twenty-five cent gas never let you down.
A cherry coke we drank with two straws,
We cruised, played our music, never worried about the laws.
Let’s go back to those good old days,
There were ball games, parties, and class plays.
The music we played never got old,
The juke box blared out those songs of gold.
We went to the drive in movie on Saturday night,
As teens our money was always very tight.
Our friends would hide in the trunk of the cars,
Then emerge and sit with us under the stars.
I want to go back to those days of yesteryear,
Where we lived among friends without fear.
To stop and have a soda at the local drug store,
Yes, it is possible for us to dream once more.
© Lynn B. Glover 2011
Coors Lite, Food Fight,
My bros dirt bike, and kisses good night,
Orangutan Sex, "I give it a ten"
Billy Bob and Bacon, his little pig friend.
In the dark playin' basketball,
Don't forget about Niagra Falls.
What kind of hips do you want?
It seems we can't agree,
Candy Shop, PDA, A BIG mouthful of me.
Varsity Blues, The "I Love You's"
Makin' Cookies that look like pancakes,
But all of these things just lead to a heartbreak.
This poem is for Terry Bell!
He was my first "true love".
We aren't together now,
But I still Love him.
Let's face it...
I ALWAYS will!
on a hummock of Tane
he Practiced legerdemain
saw a girl
had to whirl
his trip down memory lane
As I lay here under the stars.
I take a trip down memory lane.
And I'm transported to a time
when I was deeply and madly in
love.Your embrace was my safe
harbor. When I was in your arms
all was right in the world. Our love
story was a gift from God. But the
world around us wasn' t ready for
such a love.I could remember it
like yesterday, You were so hand-
some. A greek god could not hold
a candle to you. Your fair skin was
flawless and your blue eyes were
more lovely than the sky on a great
day.And your physique took my
breath away.I think I fell in love
with you instantly. In a strange voice
that I barely recognized as my own,
I blurted out “ Young Sir”Do you need
anythang else? As I recall you must
have been smittened with me as well
because you didn't answer for a long
time. You always told me that you
loved my caramel skin and my big
brown eyes. You always referred to
me as your African princess.When
you finally spoke you simply said
no.From that day on we were two
young lovers who was forbidden to
love because of the color of our skin.
When your parents found out about
our secret love affair I died a million
times in one second. They shipped
me to another plantation in another
state.I longed for you to find me but
you never did.I will never forget how
you made me feel,you didn't see color
you saw me as the love of your life. My
darling I felt the same and I will love
you until I breathe my last breath.
My Grannies Love note
1-18-16
Luke Dailey
December 25, 2014
Everything is topping up
The Lunatic has struck his luck
By waiting like a sitting duck
He found his “Stomach-tuck”
His stomach-tuck’s a golden goose
Or is it his final noose?
Everything is going round
But where is it going down
Is time a river or a line?
Nothing here is really fine
She used to be oh so kind
That was in a different time
Now she’s of the other kind
Hope is killing one by one
His mind and heart are one and one
Look at me, “What have you done?”
You were the only one
Take a trip down memory lane
What a pointless, silly game
If you don’t come out on top
Your mind will quickly pop
Lights are flashing red and blue
“Oh god what did I do?”
“I promise you this isn’t me.”
“Please will you believe me?”
I wanna go home it’s eating me
Wishing me to slowly die
I woke up in a suit and tie
Time just keeps on ticking by
No one sees, I sure don’t
Slowly closing in my throat
Waking up, it’s just a joke
God is crying in his boat
Is it raining or melting?
The Lunatic hears all the dings
The clock is rusted, time is gone
And his mind is too far gone
If you think he’s good you’ll see
What a joke he played on me
Time is gone, frozen
And nothing’s gonna fix it now
Nothing’s gonna fix it now
Who’s the one laughing now?
Luke Dailey
One last trip down memory lane,
one last look at the house of pain,
with busted windows and empty shell,
and stagnant, stinking, wishing well.
Into the kitchen where love once toiled,
the dish now cold, its flavour spoiled,
no seasoning here, no spice of life,
just a rusting, bloodied, carving knife.
Into the front room where passion once flamed,
the glow long dead, extinguished by blame,
just ashes remain of this funeral pyre,
not even an ember of burning desire.
Back into the garden of nettles and weeds,
its barren black earth unsown by seeds,
the gardener’s gone, his tools are all downed,
he jumped in the wishing well and almost drowned.
One last walk from memory lane,
no last look back at the house of pain,
I hear a voice beyond its walls,
a beautiful voice that echoes and calls.
Fancy a trip down memory lane somewhere
Through the corridors of time and space that steer
Fond passageways to remember our affair...
Here we go now, you and I, my lover dear:
Waltz hand in hand under the evening moon,
Down the Chinatown alleyways ever near.
Steady footsteps and the wind in gusty croon,
Happily through this underpass in sure strides,
Skip along in silly glee like grownup goons.
If ever there be a fine pair in joyride,
I swear it must be you and me in full swing,
Forfeit stern reservations or fancy pride.
Up and down and round the bend our footsteps fling,
As if to tell a tale of flight dramatic
That once upon a time was a lovers' thing.
Glimpse fond recall of airy-fiery magic
As we re-visit our old haunts to retrieve,
Warm passions and reactions still terrific.
Bazaars and shoppes that quaint, old wonder conceives,
Desserts and food offerings that stir old souls,
Our simple walkabout stroll propels in brief.
Though swift years have come and gone, rapture unfolds
A charming loveliness that joins two poles:
Side by side, the two of us now venture bold.
Love is the reason for our seasons and souls,
Live each day as best we can one sacred whole.
Leon Enriquez
12 Mar 2014
Singapore
(Note: This is a poem in Terza Rima with 11-syllable lines and rhymes.)
The Good - Bad Times
I wonder if you would care to take
A trip down memory lane with me
And reflect upon the bygone days
Then tell me if you might agree
Basic were our amenities then
The simple life was all we knew
To glean our needs, from off the land
Was what we sought, to see us through
Long hours and hard labor, I recall
And wages from the work was slim
Making "ends-meet", was a task
At times the future seemed so grim
Crops in the field would depend
Upon rain, sunshine and hail
Escaping frost, - always a concern
So many reasons, for all to fail
But there was contentment then
That made the bad times good
On a neighbor you could always depend
Each others problems, we understood
A handshake was the signature
Confirming the price of some land
A legal contract it was deemed
No more from each other did we demand
Locks on the doors, were not as vital
As in this "modern" day
If a stranger knocked upon your door
To open it, usually, - was OK
A child's gift on Christmas day
Though sometimes meager, it brought joy
The gleam in their eye, let you know
They appreciated, - a simple toy
Proclaiming God, was not questioned
On coin, or in the school
And there was reverence to the flag
Many adhered to the golden rule
Although the high-tech race of today
Offers some good things, it is true
There is a void, of "the good-bad times"
Those nostalgic moments, we once knew
Colan L Hiatt = 10-21-13
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I broke down my past life, gave of every fiber
But for what; a jilted love affair, blatantly acted out
Right under my nose; i suppose you didn't mean to do the unthinkable,
And break the unbreakable; was it worth it; not ever.
The after taste of the questions we replace,
With careless answers and swollen myths trying to pretend something is
When in actuality, the reality is; it isn't;
Let's see what's happens you said
While placing my heart on comic hold; funny thing is
There was nowhere else for me to go
I gave of every fiber; the essence within me
Only to be sacrificed, as if i needed you
There’s no impossible solution to this dilemma
No justification of this trip down memory lane
As things progressed to what now has become
Life in slow motion, the over-analyzing,
This mental state; I’m in,
About to be one of those women who wanted to fight for love, but didn’t
Love hurts most of the time, secluded, everything
Can be gone within seconds, sometimes, second chances,
Don’t always happen; only life after death.
ChloeJames 2012
It’s a flight of misgivings.
Travels, to distinction.
With passports in hand…
vision is lost.
A fog storm,
of epic proportions.
“Oh – (sigh and huff, wailing)
Where do we go?! What do we do?!”
(whining)
Whining…
Such a gift,
wasted.
A trip down memory lane,
I will blow kisses.
And you wave from the front deck.
We think our trauma
connotes celebrity.
We think our problems
are the DEAL – BREAKERS.
I will high five drama,
And you will sob
in the corner.
OR…
Handed a new map.
Written on a sheet of grace.
I will hold my own hand,
And you will include me,
in all your trips.
No running.
No silly. Good silly.
We are not a straight line,
Circles, planets, spirals,
Drawn in the prettiest of colours I could find.
Glowing thru the prettiest love I could find.
Once upon a time
A hero
Met an angel…
and a circle will grow glowing.
No thank you
What's the point?
You can't stir me up with spiritual things
So why should I take a trip down memory lane
To find myself fluster, busted or even abruise
to get mad all over for that thing you did or still do
to try to hold on to a piece of my past
would be the biggest mistake
It's even a laugh
Do you know who I am
all that God has called me to be
I didn't know at first
Now my eyes are open
and I can finally see
all the greatness that he has in store for me
Side-tracted NAW! I'll stay in my lane
For my pastures are green and I have still waters
and his love remains the same
Thank you for the invation but i'll have to pass
God is my future now with him it will forever last
A trip down memory lane. In front of a windowpane, my paint brushes search for a landscaped vista... a frame to capture for a lifetime or more
unskilled hand scribbles
scenery mixing with dreams
colours get new shades
Fragrance of some wild flowers got mixed with these aberrant colours - would be preserved for long. Even after a few decades the fragrance still exist. I can smell it closing my eyes, with a deep breath.
winter may snatch leaves
making stems bare - wait for spring
and blooming flowers
A few coloured stains still remain... like bruises on my skin - fading with time, leaving mementos of the stints. My blood stained hands are searching fugitive dreams. Now, I can smell gun powder only.
whistling gust searches
love among the falling leaves -
lost humanity
I took a trip down memory lane; it was a short trip. LOL. :)
An old picture shared on Facebook…stirred my heart, my soul…by brain
and immediately sent me on a trip…a trip down memory lane.
We were all so much younger…the six of us standing there.
Our children were still children…and I had much more hair.
A trip down memory lane makes you wonder…
especially when it’s a picture you’re looking at….
You wonder, what were we doing, where where we going
and did I really where an outfit like that!
I don’t remember the exact year…no matter how much effort I exert
I suppose it was a time in fashion…where a man’s shoes had to match his shirt!
But I do remember the people…they’re forever etched in my brain…
I remember the smiles on their faces…on this stop down memory lane.
I remember it was a beautify day…with warm and balmy weather…
but memories are like colors in the wash…then tend to run together.
I think we were heading to Busch Gardens…amusement park rides to endure…
I want to say that’s where we were going…but I really can’t be sure.
We could have been going for ice cream…for a boat ride on the sea…
We could have been white water rafting….or it could have been all three.
It seems when we’ve been blessed with a host of wonderful memories…
set adrift in our cognition….
whenever the opportunity arises…they jockey for position.
And you as the person remembering are totally unaware…
as one memory blends into another….both happy to breathe fresh air.
Which means when I look at this wonderful old picture
of three friends…two girls…one boy
I may not remember exactly where we went
but I’ll never forget our joy.
And isn’t that what’s most important…
how somehow the joy remains
even if the details are a little sketchy….
on a trip down memory lane.