Memory Poems | Examples of Memory Poetry

The past is a foreign homeland, familiar yet strange Where memories limits walk the line, and crossed—exceed our range (St. David’s Pennsylvania: April, 2021) ...Read More

Summer of 1981. I was exhausted from running after three small children. My own, which made it joyous, but still, they are active at 2, 5 and 6. I dove into the pillow on the couch and...Read More

when eld whistle blows sleep ghostly train...Read More

It was a glorious summers day and I woke up with the lark Got my wheelchair ready and then headed to the park I noticed a girl out jogging, with her dog down by the lake And felt...Read More

Long, winding gravel driveway decrepit old Mercury station wagon parked there doors unlocked those big red buttons sticking up ...Read More

Time has never been a focus of mine – speaking primarily of longevity – A sense of being alive seeming to predate my oldest memories; I think of memory...more precisely, of dreams -- imagining journeys to far-off romantic places,...Read More

Visions swim in my mind that I wish I could not see. I fear to drown in the rush of their rapids, lapping at my face. Each tear I cry leaves a trace of...Read More

Submerged in the flood of maddening crowd I see a verdant valley carved out within the lonesome me drifting away displaced from the stratum of sound of converging cacophony loud I dream attached to the unanchored...Read More

Dark dead eyes incomplete; Dance everyday; Live....Read More

I miss the colorful past. I remember how it would blow past me, encompass my entire being. Its hues gave me hope, made my chest swell with glee when the pure lights danced upon my fingertips. Until everything changed. It was when...Read More

I am living my life through your love The talks and walks are keeping us going onward A smile is on our faces Mom you are quiet most of the time I enjoy having you in...Read More

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       Love in those Spring afternoons! Your eyes I still see. Though you are dead, and live in God's harmony,  So close now, to the moon,  my destiny! I...sitting on your lap, in the dark, blue shantung chair. Introducing you to ee...Read More

She said to me, “Into each life, a little rain must fall” Her voice was sweet and humble in a Grandmother’s tone Indeed, she was of vintage ...Read More

waking eyes to pastel skies budding trees these birds and bees spring is calling memories falling in breathless whispers of scented air sighs of love do not despair i see you standing over there a shadow beneath trees pen in hand you speak to me in poetry in metaphor a hidden love behind closed...Read More