Get Your Premium Membership

Memoire Poems - Poems about Memoire


Sa Memoire

A shadow hides behind your smile
in the Riviera sun
Parisian moments long ago
our love had just begun

A child born then lost to time
whose laughter still we hear
As life took back its greatest gift
—his memory to endear

(Mayenne France: April, 1978)
...
Continue reading...
Categories: memoire, death,
Form: Rhyme

Christmas Memoire of the Crib

Christmas memory
          reminders  activated
          by ancestral crib
...
Continue reading...
Categories: memoire, allegory, allusion, christmas, jesus,
Form: Haiku



My Little One

When you were little
               near you everything was a dream ...
               Minute that you were easily
           
...
Continue reading...
Categories: memoire, allusion, child, metaphor, poetry,
Form: Free verse

Memoire Cherie

Funny how a fragrance can hold
                          such a precious memory
Yet, every time I simply touch the small pink box,
its tattered lid barely concealing the bottle,
 I am flooded with love,
...
Continue reading...
Categories: memoire, christmas, grandmother, love, memory,
Form: Free verse

Premium MemberA La Memoire

iron gates -
swing open on rusty hinges
the day           cold         and windy
the cemetery is old       
           with rows and rows
of headstones 
and
...
Continue reading...
Categories: memoire, grief, high school,
Form: Free verse



Memoire D'Une Fleur

Best friend means to accept every flaw from each other, to meet each other halfway in life. I 
looked at the sky where there was once darkness, now I see daylight. How can opposite 
work so well as the ying yang yo . You are light and I’m the darkness. I told you once and
...
Continue reading...
Categories: memoire, friendshiplight, day, light, me,
Form: I do not know?

Memoire of Roxanne

Eyes like fire and voice like rain
eyes like fog and heart like a stain
cigarettes burning in the coals of the night
shivering from the downpour feeling unright
she lookes at me with contemptous passion
asking me if i'm all talk or action
leave her on the street
scuffle by dragging my feet
don't want to look back at the girl i
...
Continue reading...
Categories: memoire, social, me,
Form: I do not know?

Book: Reflection on the Important Things