Forgot Poems - Poems about Forgot

O Donald Trump, your crown was earned By chants of hope from those who yearned. They dreamed you'd end the endless fight, And lead them from the dying night. You rose not as a common name— But as a symbol wrapped in flame. “Make America great,” you cried, Yet truth and action soon divide. For bombs still fall in lands afar, And peace lies...

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I was married, but to me, it wasn’t marriage. It was poverty-induced— a fate sealed by hunger and silence. I was an orphan, taken in by my mother’s brother— the uncle who accepted that I could live with him. But he was abusive, an emotional robber. He broke the seal of my womanhood when I was just into the third of the teenage years. Long story short— he...

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I saw you before you saw me. Still walk the same. Still carry the world like it owes you something. And just like that— a flood of years came rushing through a single glance. We hugged. God, that hug. Longer than polite, shorter than what I needed. We sat, coffee between us like a buffer, but your eyes still knew too much. You made me laugh. Too easily. Like my body remembered what...

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I can’t remember who I was, before voices other than mine stepped in. I think I wanted to be a movie director, a script I read in kindergarten— a line or two still hums when I dream. I think I wanted to be a fashion designer, my first sketches— heels like daggers, dresses stitched with thunder. I think I wanted to be a writer,...

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Fly, bird, why don't you fly away? And the bird still stays Even though it knows its a bad place to be The bird's stuck there Because its the only place it knows where to go The only place it'll call home And it knows there's somewhere It can go and be safe And the bird will like it But it can't. It wonders what...

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I whispered your name into the bruise of the storm and it whispered back like it missed me too. Your voice— I remember it like warmth I no longer deserve. They keep telling me the sky is clearing, but I am rain. I am always rain. And when I tried to let you go, my fingers bled from the holding....

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The sun arose with reckless cheer, And burned away the last of fear— No clock could chain the golden skies, No rule could still the fireflies. Bare feet chased dreams down alleyways, As time dissolved in honeyed haze. The world, unbuttoned, sang out loud— A symphony without a crowd. The madness bloomed in fields of flame, Where poppies whispered each one’s name. The trees danced...

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Oh dear! Oh dear! What is this? Something seems to be amiss Before so sure was I But now am left to wonder why For what compelled my short sojourn Has left me now in but a turn For in the span from there to here All thought for naught has disappeared...

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Life hums with haste - the clock hands fly thoughts slip past, clouds in the sky like chalk on a rain-slick slate, like the stars through a tremulous haze. ...

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i forgot the words and hummed along As the music fell silent And the band went home Your voice was so quiet Like a page torn from a book That I had read but somehow forgot Many years before What we had was over Long before you left me Or maybe it was the other way around They say you never forget But with time the pain...

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If you text me at 9 am that morning, asking me if I slept well, id tell you no, and when you asked why, id tell you I had a bad dream, and when you asked what it was about, id tell you I forgot, but i never did, it kept me up all night,...

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The house came with ghosts. Not the subtle kind, either—no wistful sighs or cool drafts, just full-blown poltergeist tantrums. Cabinets slamming at 2 a.m., spectral remnants of old arguments rattling the windows, the smell of burnt toast no matter how thoroughly they scrubbed. Still, the buyer...

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The witch sees green. She sets sail from door to door. Her wake fells trees. “What the highest bidder forgot to consider” was the black and blue broom in her grasp. —Poet (sponsor words in quotes) What the Highest Bidder Forgot to Consider She wanted to draw up a contract for my trees. The leaves, in a rut, are shaking. Scrupulous...

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“A Man of Lost Talents” We all have talents Mine the most precious of all Without a doubt It is something I could live without Some would say it’s a surprise Some would say it’s remarkable Some would say it’s incredible Me, thinks, “Fantastic.” My wife says I could do much more If I would quit............things She says I would have more time If I would quit............things Maybe,...

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I HAD A THOUGHT I had a thought today, One of many, One of a thousand more. I started one and then another And another. I had a thought Then it forgot. Then, I had a thought with What to do With all these thoughts. Which one is better than the other? Why this basket full Of wayward streams In search of a sea? Where do I begin? I can’t...

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