Memories. Poems - Poems about Memories.

Good times and fitness In albums of witness Score zilch on the test That determine one’s ‘rest’. It pays to boost odds Through praises to G-d, Kindness to spouse Inside the house; Be noted Above For doling out love And enrich one’s ascent On the charity spent. The grandkids may place On the mantle, your face Then move on, past the shelf, To make memories of self....

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Spring cleaning comes and I seek to expunge from every counter and corner All clutter and dried rose that serves no purpose Knickknacks and little trinkets all go in the basket. To be given to those who have lesser or resold or simple lost forever There it sits on the mantle, an object grotesquely elephantine Rounded edges so it fits...

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Wandering in the corridors of my heart Somewhere in a mystical part I came across a curious door But It felt like the life's core It was decorated with joyful lights Which had brighten my dark sight On opening the door, the new world emerge I entered it as my heart urge After entering I...

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A month of memories, Are somewhat washed away, Blurred to my naked eye. Some I can remember, Some I chose to forget, Now just haze in my heart....

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Don’t know why we came so close, Why time chose us—no one knows. We gave a year, we shared the days, In little moments, in quiet ways. Today I held your photo near, And every memory felt so clear. I don’t wish to go back in time, But hating you would feel like a crime. Whatever we had, it wasn't all wrong, Some parts...

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Looking back on my younger days and in that summer haze you were the pearl my girl in my oyster the whole wide world so many memories of you me and how we used to be but of photographs far too few altho' we did have a laugh a two now all growing dim and grey with the fading shades of day etched in my...

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I’m not only grateful today but I’ve been forever pleased That my dreams have been the source of so many of my memories ...

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May we be blessed to understand… This simple truth…about family…. that many parents have learned along the way: If we want to be in our children’s memories tomorrow we need to be in their lives today. ...

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When what’s happening in our country and the world gets me down When I don’t know where the sad news will come from next…or when… I look to my family and nature to help lift me up again. Last night as I sat in a rocking chair on the porch of our cabin in the trees and again this...

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memories to last a lifetime ~ all that's left AP: 2nd place 2025...

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Present cannot set advantage Over past, that seems like gone Though it’s always on the verge Of the memories you prone To belong to, while intending To break free from shades of time Partly loosing understanding Doesn’t look at all sublime But it goes like Latin dictum Drive the nature out of door Then it flies back home to victim Through the window, like before. ...

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their faces, their laughs, the echoes of our past never leave they hide beneath the cover of everyday life, waiting for that moment when the mood drops and the days turn wet and gloomy. they appear again, just outside my line of sight, whispering memories of everything we ever did together. my mind tells me they’re gone to let go, to move on. i tell you, i tell myself: until...

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something really familiar to my soul to be stranded in a place where memories are made where memories are cherished with pieces of the heart not really broken but rather tainted from the unspoken truths that are hidden from the time spent with the unspoken love of the future longings...

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I’ve said this before (and I’ll likely say it again!) about our cabin in the trees… How it’s not just a cabin…it’s a cabin filled with memories. Memories…compiled from the time our children and grandchildren were small… each memory plays a part in the magic painted on its walls. And the way I feel about our cabin…I know I’m...

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Laying down wondering where did you go after visiting my dreams from time to time? A regular guest you became, Now I see you less and less leaving my memories in such an emotional distraught, as you left a feeling I thought I would never have, a desire unknown, a burning sensation leaving me trembling whenever I fall asleep dreaming hoping to see you but terrified to awake in our...

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