Best Unremembered Poems
Romantic Reflections
Gone now are those halcyon days,
Days we spent by sunny shore.
You are gone now and in my haze,
Reflections make me miss you more.
I hear a song you used to hum;
Words burning bright in memory
Lead to tear drops that softly come
As cloudy skies let raindrops flee.
Each week the roses you would bring
Endeared such joy within my heart.
Love you professed meant everything,
A love from which we'll never part.
"Tears are like the quiet drift
Of petals from some magic rose
And grief yet flows from the rift
Of unremembered skies and snows"
In winter of my life I know
I live alone in our abode,
Yet my romantic feelings grow
In all the love our seeds have sowed.
May 7, 2021
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Sponsor: Joseph May
*The beautiful bold faced stanza was written by Joseph May for his contest.
'ALL YOURS(May 21)' Contest ~First Place~
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Categories:
unremembered, death, grief, lost love,
Form:
Rhyme
When you are here
All hopes, dreams and ambitions disappear;
Drowned in your eyes when I hold your hand,
Unremembered now that I understand.
For you perplex my mind with memories
Of so many forgotten ecstasies;
Which were, are not and perhaps will never be
When we hold this moment between you and me
Categories:
unremembered, life,
Form:
Rhyme
For One Moment
An aging actress
Standing on the stage
Her legs are withered and weak
Her looks have disappeared with age
She has played a thousand roles
Harlot, mother, daughter and nun
She played them all
She became them all
Now, she recites lines from her favorite play
But there is no applause
There are no fans in the empty room
She stands alone
Unloved and unremembered
One last line
The curtain will fall on her performance
She has become just a footnote
Someone just mentioned theatre classes
If even then
But standing on a stage in an empty theatre
For that moment she is a star
Categories:
unremembered, life, sad,
Form:
Free verse
"untitled"
my first poem - words unremembered - was for a boy I'll never forget
Oct. 3, 2020 for JCB Burl's How My First Poem Was Born Poetry Contest
Categories:
unremembered, love,
Form:
Monoku
Easter 2
Easter Dresses Unremembered
I bought a new dress, no not for Easter,
Though it started my mind to wandering,
To Easters ago, ago.
Wandering like a pointer finding
Just the right light to illuminate,
The memories I wanted so.
Mother always saw to it I had
A special dress to go to church,
Where are those dresses now?
I want recollections of the treasures she made me
Sewing with rick rack and silky bands,
But they are gone, now gone!
Gone are my dress-up remembrances,
But not her sweet hands of love,
Aging is so cruel, you know.
But I do remember her deeds and her face,
The love that filled her fingers, and
I’ll be content with that grace.
Easter 3
I believed in Santa Claus
Long after most kids do.
I willed him with my strongest mind,
I willed him to be true.
But the Easter Bunny? Come on, come on,
A rabbit laying colored eggs?
Maybe I thought that when I was three,
But not with longer legs.
My mother played the game, bless her heart;
With an Easter basket surprise;
Decorated, colored hard-boiled eggs,
And that grass we couldn’t abide.
She didn’t want to burst the bunny bubble,
Though she needn’t have ever bothered,
I love her for her subterfuge,
And her undying love for her daughters.
Categories:
unremembered, nostalgia,
Form:
Pearlescent specks were sprinkles in a sky
that would have been dark but for the white
of those ivory flakes I saw
twirling so tranquilly down.
Swirls of serenity -
those pearls of the night
filled me sweetly
with delight
before
bed.
When
I woke,
I looked out
my window to
see what night had brought.
While I had been buried
in dreams gone unremembered,
dull barren land of December
lay enfolded pristinely beneath
a beautiful argent eiderdown quilt.
Categories:
unremembered, snow,
Form:
Etheree
There is on a green hill, a winding road,
Where September golden rods are blooming,
Even the sandy path bears reflections
A line of fence posts, lavender shadows
Twining purple morning glory faces
Reaching, desiring the cool autumn sun,
Footprints follow, one little pair, no two
Questions of wonder suspending in air.
Gazing up that lovely road of new fall,
One's eyes strain to peer beyond the path's rise,
Where blue and gold mists meet the autumn sky,
With a new generation, a new school.
And an unremembered Meadow of Dreams
Illumines hidden caverns of the mind.
Categories:
unremembered, nostalgia, school,
Form:
Sonnet
There's an old red beach ball stuck in the rafters of the haunted hotel pool. It's been there for the 7 long years, I've been coming here since I was a child with my parents. They say, the old red beach ball contains air from the lungs of an unknown person. How could that be? Maybe an essence that rests here that they left while swimming. Drowning was likely never considered a factor. I wonder about all the places I've left pieces of me laying around. Caught sight of me but yet unknown. Could I have been known but not seen? In a dream I recalled gently where my presence never left a place. I never returned back to the dream to learn how it ended. So sad. Sometimes I encounter life with a long lost friend who has a memory of me or an item I made. A memory or item of a happier time in my life. That brings me much joy and can even put a smile on my heart. Saying kind words or dancing a fun dance lifts my spirit. I embodied that they somehow kept me alive in their spirit. There are some people I'd like to ask, why me? Who was I? This child in that moment of my young life. When we pass through time, I hope those tiny fragments are more than the air I breathed on an unremembered day. They are the reasons people smile and hold an item in their hands to conjure back, like I do on many an occasion. Small links of the unforgotten to some, maybe treasures to others. That piece of little me together as someone who really existed in this big wide world.
Categories:
unremembered, heart, life, memory, smile,
Form:
Free verse
Forgotten lie the graves of the forsaken,
long unremembered, strangled
by the grasses of neglect.
Misbegotten, forever mute they fester,
worm-mingled, mercy less,
with no vestige of respect.
Categories:
unremembered, death
Form:
Verse
Broken, Cold, Empty, Devoid of hope
These are the forgotten generation
These are the few who stood up
The young that fell for such a cause
Lost, scarred, unremembered,
These boys sent with hope of glory
Learn instead what it costs
To die a nameless death
Over they go with nothing to lose
Over they fall with nothing to lose
Over they die with nothing to lose
Categories:
unremembered, courage, dedication, memorial day,
Form:
Free verse
It need not rhyme, it need not flow
It need no essence of truth
Just proliferate, exaggerate
And be sure to convolute
With flexous and circuitous jargon, fruiton soon to find
Scholars will praise your erudition,and vilipend the simple of mind
It need not passion, it need not soul
It need not emotion convey
For imperious wordsmiths write verse to cajole
With nothing of substance to say
Just aberrate,divigate, affirm you wish not to profess
Just cloak, conceal, as you disseminate your page's emptiness
It need not sorrow, it need not elation
It not your mind reveal
Words are just wasted with no explanations
Nihility holds no appeal
Exacerbate, exasperate, as fading tales of yore
Leave you unremembered for your words are too obscure
Categories:
unremembered, on writing and words,
Form:
Rhyme
It is the awakening.
After long dreamless sleep, my time has come again.
Through endless cycles of night and day, of heat and cold
I have lived throughout history. My birth unremembered
as is my youth. I have lived for a thousand years but too many years
have passed for concern over such trivial matters.
I remember the long decades without water.
I was in my middle years then. A time when almost everything was lost.
This was the time of the great fire. The fire that almost consumed me.
Bright white flames burned down from the heavens and in an instant
scarred my rugged flesh, my beautiful skin blackened in jagged disfigurement.
Many of those around me perished.
I can no longer mourn those who have gone before me.
It has been too long and in that time I have recovered from my injuries and the disease that followed. I am again strong and tower over the
youth that surrounds me, young ones of a hundred years. Many my own. Now I must concentrate on drinking in the nutrients that the earth provides me, as I watch over the shrinking forest.
The past is the past
and the receding winter
is slowly fading away,
now I have felt the long
rays of the sun warming
my limbs once again and I have
awakened to a new world, a world
of renewal, a world of hope. My trunk
is strong and my pollen will soon fill the air
covering the woods in a yellow green dust.
New life will come as acorns sprout, and I will stand silent watch.
08/24/15
Categories:
unremembered, tree,
Form:
Personification
as fog comes creeping
a wind screams through the graveyard. . .
the night frightened white
leaves on ground scatter
around unremembered graves. . .
the shivering trees
high above the mist
and cemetery tombstones. . .
moon hides its fullness
digging at one grave
the coffin in fresh deep ground. . .
a large grey creature
yellow eyes of owls
watch from an oak’s gnarled limbs. . .
the wolf strangely howls
night turns into dawn
As the cold fog rolls away. . .
A secret revealed
atop his wife’s grave
lies a weeping naked man. . .
his nails caked with dirt
For the Spooky 'Ku Contest
of : Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver
Categories:
unremembered, fantasy,
Form:
Haiku
My drapes are drawn tight,
in the morning of our afternoon,
after the fall – beyond the light
of a silent evening spent.
Dusk spits a new shine
upon the facets of my mood ring
and sunrise alarms me again.
Fish hooks evenly lure my smile
into place - when bated breaths
are baited by an anticipated gentry -
and the inverted frown I wear
stretches undetected
when performing
index-fingered handstands
for the empty allured.
Such a celebration am I.
A firecracker when we kiss.
"The sun sets in his eyes...
succulent, cabbage-red and resplendent…”
Clichéd stammering; dulled
as you turn your softly curved frame
into a prisoner's unresolved sensitivities.
Nonetheless...the innocent know -
His touch is real. Feathered, soft -
even when the entranced cripple is sobbing.
Roman candles sparkle
within a distant vagabond’s eyes.
Starch him!
Savor the moment!
He'll voluntarily burst forth -
and everything you'd want from
a strayed waif's aorta will be
auctioned back...
and eventually sold.
Like ruby-hued vegetables.
Like drawn drapes.
Like morning…
when biting your pillow case
neatly grinds waking into the laughable...
…and a forgotten sunrise
toasts the unremembered misfit
as an invisible champagne cork - pops!
Categories:
unremembered, introspection, life, love,
Form:
Free verse
There’s a story I heard of a famous lost chord,
although why it was lost and just who did the losing,
true or not, perhaps no one can tell,
but piano pursuit served me well as a child
as I followed my dream of harmonic reward.
One lost chord by itself could bring fame to my door,
no real talent required, just let luck do the choosing.
Crystal tones could my future foretell,
and might somehow bring fortune with demons beguiled,
find this chord and I’m famous, a world troubadour.
What I learned from this I must now share from the heart:
I was three when I found Ardean’s stash in mom’s closet,
older classical records, and more.
There was Love For Three Oranges, Suite Scheherazade,
and the Firebird Ballet blew my whole world apart.
Through his gift I discovered that music is dance,
an emotional language that lives as composite,
an intelligence melting your core
with a soul that can play your heart’s strings like a God!
How I tremble to think this could be happenstance!
Still a chord unremembered might be anything,
I think I see now where my poem is going:
A lost chord’s like a glass without wine,
precious stone that has yet to be set in a band.
Well, a chord in a symphony really can sing.
It is only in context the best chords ring true
with their blessings of harmony wisely bestowing
both a peace and a rapture divine,
as a gem is at home on a receptive hand.
Ardean fell in the forest, God heard, I did too!
Brian Johnston
May 2, 2015
Categories:
unremembered, mentor, music,
Form:
Rhyme