Memories. Poems

Tea time memories

Guest at sunday tea party
niece serves invisible tea in tiny cups
offering easy bake oven treats



Wordku: 5-7-5 words

DUSTY OLD BOX OF MEMORIES

DUSTY OLD BOX OF MEMORIES
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The attic is a time capsule when time stops and nostalgia lives.  Inside, the very air hangs heavy, thick with a musty scent and the weight of upspoken stories.  Amongst the jumbled collection of forgotten treasures, a dusty old box of memories remains untouched, draped in a shroud

Childhood Memories

Those years are like dusty boxes filled with old books, each representing a significant leap in my life. They captured my first steps that led to countless experiences. I often remember my small bottle of goat’s milk, flavored with Grenadian nutmeg to mask the taste. My father must have seen the look of disgust on

COSMIC BLINKING

COSMIC BLINKING 

Moving,
Blinking the moon,
Bold shaped clouds
Drifting by:-
Likewise,
A flock of geese
Silhouette the sky;
Their flapping wings,
Waving goodbye:
My blinking eyes,
Release goodbye 
Mirroring tears
Of keloid memories
Of you and me
As a shooting star
Departed the sky:-

You decide

Remember when we were children?
We thought water flowed endlessly, and the leaves
never died.

At the playground, the sand was eternal. We would dig
to the very last grain until spring turned into fall.

Friendship lasted forever, every day
a new endeavor

We played until the sun met the earth, and
laughed until we didn't feel alone

Oh my, why does yesterday feel

August

Goodbye my little August
Of 2025
I’ve loved you, to be honest
Much better than July
But now September’s on the verge
And we both have to go
For soon the autumn will emerge
Out of the cold wind’s blow
Though many autumns I have seen
And winters in their prime
I couldn’t imagine it would seem
Like a delayed goodbye
More nights, my darling, without you
More

Memories of Catholic school circa 1950's

It was Sister Francine
who treated us so mean.
She’d rap us on our knuckles
with the Father’s belt buckles
toiling to keep our sin-loving souls clean.

Memories At Her Funeral

 
I have lost many loved people in my life
and I live with my forever grief
the love lost that hurts the most to me
was my sweet mother's sad death 
my anchor and safe harbor
she always encouraged me to write
to be the best I could be
and she taught me gardening
now, my mother tends God's heavenly garden

mother

Life is when lived in memories

Nimble and agile,
Life is vim, vigour, virile, 
Prudence gone sterile.

Limp getting the knees 
Life is lived in memories— 
In rest, reveries! 
___________________ 
Senryu | 01.05.2018 | life, youth, old age 
Note: Past seems a safe harbour for, we have been there. Memories become man's refuge in old age. 

Material Memories

Little trinket gather on her nightstand.
Each holding powerful memories.

The cowbell decorated with colors,
 from her once so dear football team.
It's always been louder than others,
 showing through with a prideful beam.

The hand painted rock,
 with the sun and white fluffed clouds,
serves as a key to a lock,
 to a time her voice was outspoken and

What My Sister Told Me After Going To Heaven

There are no words to describe, 
the pain you feel inside,
when you are told,
your little sister died.

I got the call while at work,
my sister told me through tears,
her pain coming from a place so guttural,
she screamed it to me "Angie is dead."

Not "Angie has passed away,"
she screamed "Angie is dead!" 
there was something in the

The Wall of Memories

staring into the abyss, i heard some voices gentle
so i wandered into the forest, to follow those voices
followed the stairs that led
                                 

FLOWING BEAUTIFUL TEARS OF JOY

FLOWING BEAUTIFUL SAD TEARS OF JOY

In keloid memories of supreme love,
Tears of grief and joy flow together,
Reflecting beauty even in death:-

So, be not proud, ole death;
Present tears of your grief,
Now stream as one
With tears of
Treasured
Moments
Of joy:-

Hey, only the body dies;
The spirit lives onwards:
In onderful oneness
Of keloid memories:-

OF HEARTBEAT MEMORIES

OF HEARTBEAT MEMORIES

My heart skipped a beat,
As sweet blooming thoughts of you,
Stood at its door front:
Keloid rosebud memories,
Shifting its beating rhythms:-

Etched Memories

I didn’t pay much attention to what was said about her; it felt as if I had discovered a lost star. We talked at length, and the past played out like a movie, with memories of old times flowing like a river. I listened with rapt attention. She had been diligent and dutiful in her

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