Best Unforgettable Poems
You are unforgettable
never alone
No distance to far
a screen prayer or phone
You’ve always been strong
I know by what I’ve read
It doesn’t matter
those things he’s said
Watch him walk away
let that little man go
Your true stronger self
will surely grow
Please don’t call
resist to follow
his words of pain
are not yours to swallow
In the sheets of rain
a dying flame
As he walks slowly away
forget his name
The night is wet and cold
I can feel you shake
Going through pain
is not a mistake
Suffering’s not forever
a new flame will ignite
Like the Phoenix
you will take flight
For you are unforgettable
never truly alone
Reach across the distance
by screen prayer or by phone
A response to Casarah Nance’s poem “Find Me Forgotten”
“Love is like a rose. When pressed between two lifetimes, it will last forever.” – Anonymous
In vast wilderness of emerald summer, rose blossoms brightness,
Like the moon's latterly visits, in pearly, glimmering contriteness.
Her scent lingers in the hearts and minds, of those who knew her,
Through the precious and golden days, gone by in a piquant blur.
Grace, beauty, and cool elegance, in a thousand delicate shades,
Swirling and dancing in silent places, that honeyed sun pervades.
Unforgettably luscious and languid, visitor to many dreamy hours,
Pursuing on a winding path to eternity, with odd, hypnotic powers!
Written on August 28, 2022
For: Eight Lines of Rhyme - Your Favorite
Flower Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
her intoxicating perfume lingering like a bluesy melody ~
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Submitted on March 28, 2020 for contest THE LADY DOWN THE LANE sponsored by CRAIG CORNISH - RANKED 8TH
Cyclone stars appear in the night sky
alongside circular lights abreast an amber moon
He quietly sits by the piano and plays
sending this heart of mine into a tailspin;
Aiming straight for my glass soul
he shatters every cruel reality and replaces it
with a soft fantasy of gold...
Pouring out a melody of love's solitary journey
he unlocks every door and window.
Unaware of the air that he breathes beside me,
this longing I hold unfastens, beneath a canopy of gold
I am suddenly shaken, re-arranged and changed forever.
Written by: Mystic Rose
Those were my green and salad days,
a time of innocence and play, where
marbles shone like pearls and
every trinket was a treasure.
The world was simple, a canvas of pure joy
school, home, and the familiar corners of my aunt's house
were the boundaries of my kingdom.
I was a prince, carefree and unburdened,
unaware of the complexities that lay beyond.
My father, the silent architect of my happiness,
waged wars against invisible foes,
his struggles hidden behind a veil of stoicism.
I floated through those days,
buoyed by blissful ignorance,
until a stark awakening came.
It was etched into my memory,
a moment as indelible as an inscription on copper
the day he sold his wedding watch to pay for my education.
For the first time,
I felt the sting of tears for another's sacrifice.
It was a profound shift,
a departure from the self-centred orbit of childhood.
Emotions painted the moment in vivid hues,
a portrait of empathy and maturity
emerging from the canvas of my youth.
For a poetry contest, inspired by a memory.
©15/09/2014
When fragrances of candles and sachets
come wafting to me as I shop, I close
my eyes a moment, think of childhood days,
and smile. I loved the sachets Mama chose
to place in drawers—lavender and rose.
Preparing grandkids’ breakfast takes me back
to lovely scents of childhood. I recall
those sausages and yummy golden stacks
of flapjacks Mama fixed. Down our short hall,
I hurried to be served. I never stalled!
written February 18, 2018, for Sara Kendrick's contest
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succulent kisses
I wonder, myself whom I venerate
the voice of my heart if loud fair enough!
the hive of my life I strive to relate
aspire to unleash my wonders, seems tough.
To craft a soul of light, creed of the core
the quest for mines of gems never shall end
the harsh thrusts I've learned not to deplore
for every stance there shall be a firm stand.
Pearly prints along your path, your voice carve
sound sounds are seized and unforgettable
medallions feeding souls to never starve
the bliss is a blessing increasable.
Sowing abiding beauty has no price
Unforgettable seeds reaped by the wise.
June 27th, 2018
torrential rain
of t
e
a
r
s,
now dry;
a pocketful of years
i wish
i could reclaim,
d r i f t e d into oblivion,
yet, it h u r t s
to contemplate, still.
though you've since
blown your last goodnight kiss,
you visit me
time and time again,
for memories of you...
are watered seeds
in the garden soil
of my mind,
you perennially exist there
as a peony
in full bloom,
thriving past
every season
It's where
I promise to keep you, Dad,
until my life
is through.
gone to glory
yet, you remain...
unforgettable
In the realm of memories, there lies
an unforgettable smile, ethereal and
bright,
It etched its mark upon my soul on a
beautiful moonlit night.
It danced with joy, illuminating hearts
with its sweetness and charm.
It was invitingly radiant, friendly
and warm.
The smile was a simple gesture,
for in its presence, worries seemed
to vanish,
It was an unwavering light in the
darkest of times,
It spoke volumes in silence while
giving a nod of acknowledgement
and a feeling of relief.
Though the years have passed, and
time may fade,
Captivated by its magic, against my
will, the memory of that smile
forever stays in my soul.
For in that unforgettable smile,
for a brief moment, I saw a glimpse
of Heaven here on Earth.
by Zyrool
We talked a lot, we shared some dreams
My very special friend
And though you might not do the same
I'll love you 'til the end
In time the memories gather dust
Their sharpness not as fine
Into the background fade they must
But always they'll be mine
Important though the details not
Remember I'll at will
Your smile recalled on the spot
You're unforgettable
That night was the last and longest we ever had
That day was the shortest, simplest and most sad
That drop was a dryer
And the smile was a goodbye
. I see it yet,
Crystal clear,
That single tear
That fell from Grandma's eye,
The day we said goodbye
~~~~~~~
Written: January 17, 2010
First Place: Brian Strand's Contest - Show Case
That field of wheat
Gilded by sun
Cherished by wind
Tender received
Our bodies
Quivering.
A warm thrill
Down in my back,
In my bones,
While embracing her
In the field of wheat.
A warm thrill
Is now quivering
Down in my back
In my bones,
Thinking
To that field of wheat
italian version:
Brivido caldo
Quel campo di grano
Dorato dal sole
Accarezzato dal vento
Morbido accolse
I nostri corpi
Frementi.
Un brivido caldo
Scese nella mia schiena,
Nelle mie ossa,
Mentre lei abbracciavo
Nel campo di grano.
Un brivido caldo
Sta ora scendendo
Fremente
Nella mia schiena
Nelle mie ossa,
Pensando
A quel campo di grano