Memento Poems - Poems about Memento

Phases of Moon on inscription round the Earth on revolution will be marvelous memento . Just a simple manifesto. Moon is our nearest neighbour. Closest companion of ours. ...

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Leave the ground to fly upward forever a quintillion atoms blasting astray It’s April 20, Crack open an Easter egg be careful not to drop, if a Fabergé Celebrate Apollo 16, NASA’s high point also light a candle down Columbine way Luna doesn’t judge beyond her influence so can’t be complicit in the price we pay Deepwater...

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I’d leave a small cigar box, cracked, showing faint splinters, buried where no one can touch it or twist it. Inside: a music amp shaped like my ribcage, wound with the ache of fifteen years spent trying to be softer than the world allowed. A torn page from a notebook no one read, scribbled with dreams I wasn’t brave enough to...

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Lunar alabaster gleams beneath the void The infant’s mind is carved in stone Neural patterns branch like frost across the barren surface Face recognition etched in marble relief The first spark of knowing Sound waves frozen into rings echo mother's silent song Small fingertip grooves map first touch sensation then the human footprints vanish, art remains...

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Soon, I will journey to the middle of the moon, There, I will proudly place a memento with flair, Fine sculpture shaped for reduced-gravity design, One like proud Lady Liberty, facing the sun. Like a bright beacon blazing in starkness, a spike, Soaring melodies of beauty gently pouring, From a breath of fresh air deaf to bees’ noisy hum, Bold, elegant masterpiece...

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I blow smoke of dreams to daffodil streams, beneath the sky, engrossed in love’s last sigh, while this heart quivers, drunk on astral fever, in the kohl-lined arms of the cold midnight, kissing my soul in silver slivers… O velveteen warrior, allow my...

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Upon the Moon, I placed with care a locket filled with solar air— a breath I took the day you died, now sealed where tides no longer ride. It hums, though no one hears it sing, a note encased in nothing’s ring. Its chain wraps ’round a silver stone, as if to say: you’re not alone. A child of stars may find it...

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the glaze of my gaze is shattered by my own hand, the contents stolen so, it is both a lie and the truth when I tell you that I have nothing I leave you the art of this emptiness both you and I, by design, destined to...

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The Moomagatta is very heavy. And being the strongest astronaut around, I knew, for Earth's sake, I had to be ready. Not a month later on the powdery surface I touched down. The Moomagatta and me bounded downward in a spring-like pace Memories of moving a piano downstairs back on Earth flashed across my mind. Contrarily the Moomagatta had mass but...

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A mate of Musk, I’m told I’m going soon (if NASA still exists, this side of June): the lack of oxygen might make me swoon - my rear end is as puckered as a prune! I feel I ought to leave a happy tune, an album by somebody who can croon. That swallows effort, warbled by Pat Boone, or Herman’s Hermits leader,...

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In the infinite vacuum, where the moon was born, I place a silver canvas, that is softly adorned, From dreams of starlight, and whispers of dust, An ancient clock, showing its age with rust, Its hands like shadows, still yet they turn, Marking the time, that is no longer my...

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Written: April 14, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Suzette Richards *********************************** In shimmering twilight, a memento on the moon lies quiet, a story etched in silver dust, evokes the wanderer of the past. Moon serenity is countless, and heart beats bear sureness. Astral footsteps foster starlight, tracks of kismet smite. Human creation will grow, even as infernal...

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I'll not journey to the moon and leave rubbish there. Thinking of all the junk left behind is hard to bear. ...

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Nothing lies between charming Eve and her, portrayed in the radiant face of rainbow hue, shimmering with an enigmatic smile. The charisma of the spectacular still life, created layer on layer by maestro Vinci, activates the sense of awe in the luring visage, with the eyes of crystal stars dreaming cosmic dreams. The tinsels of charm swathe...

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Memento on the moon, our existence based on what we cannot see. Subjective logic we measure by mere senses within our body A penny lay I law on moon’s largest crater saying, ‘In God We Trust’ Nay a picture of God found on this coin, rather a man once worshipped Proving our everlasting toil of higher power on earth...

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