Forgets Poems

Love Forgets the Envy of Weeds

Untamed, wild they rise
flowers don't beg for kindness—
roots break through the stone
their petals flare, loud colors
lure bees to their greedy feast

weeds at heart they sprawl
never pleading for a hand—
only to be seen
their fragrance a ruthless lure
their beauty a cunning snare

perhaps I was born
to beg for love that I missed—
waiting in the aisles
clamouring for attention
while flowers

THE WALLS REMEMBER WHAT THE WORLD FORGETS

The Walls Remember What the World Forgets

The walls remember what the world forgets —
Every whispered prayer, every silent regret.
Every kiss by candle, every scream in war,
Every soul who’s begged, “I can’t take this anymore.”

They’ve soaked in blood, they’ve heard soft moans,
They’ve echoed laughter through broken homes.
They’ve watched first dances, they’ve felt last breaths,
Held secrets carved

Where Fantasy Forgets Me

"Sometimes the softest dreams unravel into ash." 

My mind walks landscapes made of ash,
where stars collapse in whimsy’s flash.
I reach for light, but it turns to dust—
a mirror cracking from broken trust.

A hallucination holds my hand
and leads me through this haunted land.
Here, love once bloomed in endless spring,
now silence grows in everything.

The bones of joy

When the Sky Forgets Itself

The night unfolds like ink in water—
a cascade of darkness over the hills,
dripping slowly from the corners of the sky.

Above, a nebula pulses,
not with light,
but with memory—
a soft, aching breath of color
too distant to touch,
too alive to ignore.

The river winds in serpentine motions,
its skin moonlit,
its voice a lilt against the rocks.

In the reeds, something stirs—
the

God Forgives And Forgets

God Forgives And Forgets
By: Miracle Man
1/29/2025

The risen sun of each life too quickly will set,
our manner of life will determine what we get.
We’ll stand before the judgment seat of Mighty God,
and answer for each deed upon the path we trod.

So it behooves each one to seek forgiveness now,
and then not loose any unfirm hand from

In a world where time flows like a river that forgets its bed

In a world where time flows like a river that forgets its bed,
poets remain forever outside of time, a kind of travelers through the labyrinth
of thought, with eyes open to dreams that others have long closed
in the chest of forgetfulness. They are the shadows that dance on the walls of ancient
citadels of imagination, carrying with

Mother Nature Never Forgets

Russet, Crimson and Golden colors adorn the spiraling 
leaves that are falling so slowly and beautifully, 
spreading over the landscape. They are making a natural 
blanket, keeping the earth warmer, and covered for the 
coming winter.

The sky colors are a less vibrant pale and gray, because
the sun has shorter daylight hours. The transition from 
fall

God Forgets, People Often Dont

God Forgets, People Often Don’t
Miracle Man
5/19/2023

*“come unto me and I will give you rest,”
all that God requires is we give Him control.
When from a contrite heart we’ve confessed,
He forgives our sins and makes us whole.

But a person’s future can still be impacted,
by the number of skeletons hanging around.
These unpleasant things can’t be redacted,
and in the

A Tale of Feminine Forgetting

The opalescence of the early morning light flows over everything
It touches over ever leaf, every tree, every exposed part of her skin
She stares at the sky as the dawn breaks 
It shines brighter and brighter
The dew illuminated with the power of the sun
Everything around buzzes with the recharge of a new day
Everything but her

Volatile thoughts

This Is For All the Forgets That We Found

This is for all the forgets that you found. The not coming back but are always around. The next step at losing a back for the frame. Lost in a lesson like “remember my name”. This is an always with a door next to there. A face in a crowd yet a fact of so

Light Forgets the Dark

Sparrows delight the grass.
A hawk swoops. Death dances,
the living rejoice.

The day arrives
blaming no one.
The sky wipes its face.

Light Forgets the Dark

Sparrows delight the grass.
A hawk swoops. Death dances
the living rejoice.

The day arrives
blaming no one.
The sky wipes its face.

A Fool Forgets His Tool

Not bringing along my tool
Has me made a Big fool:
A breaker of workers First Rule
And copyist of The Empty Mue
That should back turn to school…

So unprofessional an omission
That I be quick about its admission
But here I am rather cool,
Placidly surveying a greenish pool
While I had all deserved but a stool
And time to over spirogyra drool.

How the Land Forgets

A narrow muddy creek,
beyond the creek
a new housing lot.
Further on
a small stand of wood
where a large woodland once spread all the way
to the highway.

Beyond the highway a farm
clings to fifty acres
but not much thrives and much is failing.
Then you arrive at the only hill for miles around
I sometimes go there in the snow
when all the

Santa Forgets

Our plump Santa did search in his pouch, 
In the table, he searched, near the couch;
He searched there, he searched here, 
But found not his specs dear -
"On your face" said his wife in a grouch! 

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