Memories Poems - Poems about Memories

Former co-workers out for dinner and brew, discussing their old workplace's who's who - they vied for the honor of best memory, their mind's eyes conjured faces they could see. I spoke of a man, and I persisted, till they recalled one who never existed....

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Beneath my tree I sit illuminated by the light of the moon, In the middle of a yard where voices traveled throughout the day. Distant memories linger across the grass, From sports we played and good times we had. The summer air still rings with familiarity, Yet it seems different somehow. Each breeze takes me back to another time, Where the problems...

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As we journey through the many, of ife's different phases; Not yet knowing what one day will be, ...

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2024.07.29, about a year ago, Without BB, I visited the 12 Apostles on the Great Ocean Road. Months before that he promised me, We would travel wherever I fancied. Even just days before the trip, He raised no issue. Well that was what I reckoned, Promise was made to be broken. On the way back to Melbourne, I wrote a poem which I first...

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warm fire - the click of my grandmother's knitting needles sending me to sleep. ...

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"I want to die in your bed With bittersweet memories, And a drunken head. Never want to be alone, Not for a single moment. I am scared, scared of the ghost - That lonely soul in the white garment. Funny, nowadays I'm feeling lonely too Maybe that ghost is a mirage of mine, BOO! Now, why are you going away, Leaving me, creating this...

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By Michael Parker Days have flown quickly by like fearsome comets. Here then gone; here then gone. My hair is colored moonlight. My bones are brittle as the limbs of the trees cracking from the touch of winter’s deepening freeze. If I could disclose a secret, it is suffering has visited me like an old...

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The Ferris wheel, a spoked and sputtering crown, Pinned back the velvet dark. We paid our fee In crumpled bills, bought passage to the town Where gravity forgot to work its shift for me. Neon stuttered sermons: "Try Your Luck!" "See Freaks! Win Love!" The calliope’s thick breath, A sticky-sweet confection, made us drunk On promises spun sugar-brittle, sweet as death. We traded...

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For there’s much more to remember. perhaps the walk that still embers. The distinct message at the first sight. and pin bent at the other end of the road. Waited for the travellers to haunt at night. when the moon with a smiley face to bright. A stroll to remember where one walked, with hands...

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can't re-assemble what the forgotten has lost for to re-member, memories you must firstly dis-member them carefully...

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Within my own axis, It did not slant It did not drizzle. The void shunned the grey clouds. Lightning was rare. Thunder turned mute. Leaf-tops shook with the sleepiness of Shameless drunks, casting ghoulish shades, Causing affrays among wild species. Rivulets rippled in hunger and in thirst, Circling firths with methodical anger and protests. The grass blades lost their verdancy and cringed. Within this place, The air was...

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I’m grateful we have memoires… that our minds with memories are rife… because I love the way our memories tell the story of our life ...

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May we be blessed to understand how old memories can make us smile… as they allow us to turn back the clock And pause in a moment of time… if only for a little while. ...

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In the depths of silence, on the cold floor of memories, I wander through old thoughts, in the shadow of lost dependencies. I return to the same illusions, to those forgotten pills, One after another, the days slip by in a deep sleep. I cannot get over the reasons that abruptly broke our connection, I cannot understand how our destinies...

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The good times, and fitness In albums, borne witness Disappoint on the test That determines one’s ‘rest’. The stakes can be raised By giving G-d praise, Respecting a spouse Within one’s own house, Being noted Above For doling out love, And enriching ascent On the charities spent. Descendants who’ll place On the mantle, Grand’s face Will frolic near the shelf Making memories of self....

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