Forgetting Poems - Poems about Forgetting

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I often lay down with restlessness wrapped around my chest, Wild thoughts running continuously when the world sleeps, I keep wondering where are they and what are they doing, Why this stillness is stabbing harder than words. Are they with someone who made them forget about me? Do they find joy in places we used to visit? Are they happy without...

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I Tried to Unlearn ……. his name , his face, his memory but each morning they kept resurfacing; rubber ringed feelings that would not sink no matter how hard I pushed down. So I journeyed to places that had rooted our relationship: The park where the broad-shouldered oak unwrapped delicacies of intimate memories then leaning in much closer it shared a consolatory shadow. The...

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The jar remains still, dressed in its glass mantle like a snow globe of silent forgetting, each broken part of me lies there, floating in my warm and crimson waters, a lake of lost memories, a mirror of the soul seeking to find itself again. I open the jar and try to fit each piece into the deep...

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Forget my name, Forget thy child, Became a fear, Of so many more, You expect me to cheer, But you leave my soul sore, Growing this pain, And feeling numb, While being trapped to far under your thumb, Forced my hand of cards, Shown the small heart, Watched you rip it apart, And take the crown, Killed love to replace with lust, While lust turned to rust, And rust to...

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Opened the doors wide, To the soft morning light, And the grey windows too, For the morning breeze. Love alone, we thought, Will teach them the 'hows' To pat-hug with gentle care, While holding them dear. Let it slide and slip away, we told our silly selves— let the slimy words go, Numb the heavy hands. Turn a little deaf today, To all the bruising noise, Turn a...

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The years will pass, calendars will endlessly roll over the land of forgetting, But the moment I saw you, that moment suspended in the eternity of a gaze, The flame of love kindled then will burn silently in the hidden corners of my heart, Like a solitary lighthouse in the night, illuminating the secret paths of my soul. Seasons...

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Guilt over resolution, Guilt over change— Guilt over accepting, That no matter how hard I tried, I’d always be the one to blame. Maybe you were meant to. Maybe I was the one who was bruised— All I know, Is your choices hurt me, More than they hurt you. Now that I’m gone. Now that I’ve left— You’ve chosen to forget me, A choice I had hoped you’d...

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Forgiveness and forgetting, are not joined at the hip. We can still love the person, but not forget their lip. I thank God each day, for my many second chances. When He forgave He forgot, with no backward glances. It is comforting to know, that God remembers no more. My previous shortcomings, before opening my heart’s door. It’s quick and easy to say forgive, with hope’s we didn’t...

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Life is an empty luggage belt in endless spinning I’ve seen enough of places to forget Although forgetting doesn’t work, I have a feeling That memory reserves what does it gets Memories fade, they say, but no, its there Its interest that fades, its like the key You lose one day, and you don’t have a spare And you don’t care...

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Though I had much knowledge or smart, My hands were tied, what could I do? Many days passed without any spark, I just lived on, through and through. Respect faded when money arose, When wealth became the day's light. Greed grew in every heart of those, Riches twisted...

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Days pass aloof to all hearts reap, strays memories we wish to keep. Ploys of time constantly remold joys that we wish to ever hold. While eyes close to deeply reflect, vile time spies flashbacks to infect. Should time leave my recall intact - could be my joy would first react! ...

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I don’t remember my dreams. I wake with a vague sense that I’ve seen something more of my brain the consciousness of my inner self. Or maybe the madness that I lock away during the day breaks down the walls at night while I’m asleep and dances leaving only a trace– footsteps in the mud of memory....

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Forgetting Christine As a thorn would pierce the skin And bury there, deep within Childish was my love for her Caught was I upon that spur Was it but, her air of grace Or that she was fair of face Beauty with a sense of plain Earthly built in every grain As she passed the flowers dim Grew brighter round her every rim Their blooms alone...

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Echoes from the Realm of Forgetting In the silent temple of my mind, a once-sacred tongue Weaves its mantle of shadows over memory's altar, Words, once whispered prayers to the gods of familiarity, Now obscure incantations lost in time's labyrinth. The river of my consciousness flows through canyons of mystery, Carrying on its waves shattered syllables and wandering letters, The language of...

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