Memories Poems - Poems about Memories

In a room with heavy curtains, where shadows dance on walls like forgotten memories, It's not just about touches, nor bodies pressed together or rumpled sheets, It's about how you undressed me of layers of silence and fears with your hands like a gentle wind, In the bed that seemed a secret island, you taught me to be...

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Please play a song for me Jan, in flashback A song that brings lovely memories back I well remember days from long ago How we adored our musical maestro. We'd stand round the piano as you played Mesmerised by the sounds your fingers made And here you are many decades gone by Tickling the ivories, and still we sigh....

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Memories are something you never lose, They are with us every day, Memories lost only if this is what you really choose memory of her is in my heart each and every day. ...

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Cherished moments of you so dear ...

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In the thin air of my thoughts, where obstacles become mountains of time and memories, Every hurdle jumped seems to break my bones, like branches under the weight of the wind, Every daily fallen tear turns into silent sighs in the nights of solitude, Every sin committed haunts my soul like shadows dancing in the moonlight, And every last...

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Foggy Window Today I heard you breathing, I closed my eyes, and I could see you there so clearly. Fogging up the window until I rolled it down. You were there, ears flapping in the wind, your smile and that nose, that nose, breathing in all the smells. You were there so happy....

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Missing my Parents Both are gone Jesus is with me I am never alone. Rest my dear Parents You've done your best Remembrance in memories Centuries, Decades, through Destiny All the rest. ...

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We belong to other people, In their photographs, In their memories, And in their hearts, Because sometimes that is all we have. The idea of wanting To belong to someone, To someone who tells us that they Need us just as much as we need Them—that is what the Meaning of life should be. To feel loved and to give it Back and nothing else, because Everything else...

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from her back garden at far distance she can see, across the meadows, sun setting into the sea, her memories race to times to what it had been, they walk along the bay, hands clutching love between, golden evening skies with breeze that would come to please, alone in her late years, they now come, come to tease. ...

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Old radio plays slow jams in memory of best moments but fleeting, The vigour and splendour of youth unfolding cautiously as stars mount the skies. Dancing to the collapsed hope of a lover knows hurtful heart from staggering footsteps, Memories splashed on walls, laughter and silence hanging over my head like broken halo. thoughts heavy to let go, the...

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20250604 One year ago, I decided to have a go. I asked for clear techniques, Instructions and all the tricks. Now one year on, I enjoyed it enormously. It was my most favourite swimming style. On 31 May 2024@17:34:00 When I told BB about it, He used to tease me by Sending a message "you have to eat more butter To learn butterfly faster." I replied "Butter...

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If flowers had memories Would they remember spring? Would they suffer through the harsh winds of winter and the icy flakes from the sky— just to bloom in spring again? Maybe some of them can’t handle the grief of forgotten wisps from a once-lovely season. So they fall, not knowing where they’ll land— just understanding maybe it’s better there. Or perhaps some cling to the branches, knowing spring will return. It’s possible a...

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I know I say this every time we visit our cabin in NC… how wonderful it is to visit a place with so much family history. And how I’ll never tire of visiting all those memories from our past because each new visit to this cabin is a little different from the last. In the time we’ve been away…I’m...

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I keep my memories on a shelf Each one a book, a spine, a name A library of all I've lived Of all I've felt and seen Some volumes end too early Some, stretched across my years And I pull them out when the night feels empty Open to a chapter I thought I forgot Some, I've tried to burn away They still echo...

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