Memory Poems | Examples of Memory Poetry

In the silence of the night, when shadows dance on the walls of my memory, a deep longing grips me, a thirst for peace in her arms, where her gentle fingers weave my guilt into braids of forgetting, and her silence never demands answers to unspoken questions. I feel weary of wearing the armor of bravery, facing the storms...

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If unexpectedly I were to die, then this at least is here for all to see - something of mine, a collection of what was I; to survive the flesh, what could beat poetry? Hubris begs me "Don't leave this world unknown!" In secret I agree, but as for pride, it tugs my sleeve and beckons with a groan, "Are you...

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I promised myself I wouldn’t cheat on you, but I did— because wherever I go, it follows me. Your place in me is no longer yours alone. You smile— it's so damn pretty. But I remember, That’s how you smile that night. You laugh heartily; My heart skips a beat Until I hear it laughing at me. When we go to sleep, I sleep beside both of you: The you that...

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Written: April 21, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Ink Empress Quote: "We chase the light, but darkness stays, memories twist in mysterious ways." By Poet ***************** A wispy witchery in my spirit broad, towering lanes, this leads to dust-draped merit, Cobwebbed corners are hidden In nooks without candles of a precious memory. Portraits of the...

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a Rondel When “Pomp and Circumstance” is played, we stand as graduates march by in caps and gowns with heads held high. For this event, they long have prayed. The sweetest memories are made, and tissues are in vast supply! When “Pomp and Circumstance” is played, we stand as graduates march by. Though some details, with time, will fade, on memory we can rely to store...

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Memories The happy ones are sad The sad ones hurt Ones that leave doubt lingering about Memories of pain that drives you insane Memories. I think of happy moments and want to go back I try to make the best of my life But the best times seem to only exist in the past Sometimes memories of hate invade I remember the words of those...

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“Where the Suburbs Meet the Sea” I walked again where I began, past fences worn, where gum trees ran— but now the tide had kissed the land, and waves rolled in like time unplanned. The house was there, but changed in tone, a quiet shell, yet not alone. The breeze...

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There’s a small committee in my brain, chaired by Regret and Vice-Chair Shame. They meet on Tuesdays, drink Earl Grey, and critique my past like a play. There’s Memory #12, in a velvet vest, who insists on narrating when I try to rest. He rewinds my words in slow-motion tone, highlighting each “should’ve” I should’ve known. Memory #48 wears stilts and...

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2024.4.20 Saturday one year ago. It was our first trip ever. We visited S back beach. A warm beautiful sunny day. This trip would not happen If my USB was not damaged. I lost three years worthed of travelling photos and videos. As soon as you knew about it, For some unknown reasons, You promptly promised in your own will To travel with...

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We lie in our class, Not really intrigued or puzzled, By the mundane subjects that keep us muddled. Some may admire the beauty that surrounds us; Of the trees swaying in the winds, Of the cherry blossoms that drop, In the never-failing cold wind. The light which comes through our open doors, The light, not brighter than the people we have in store. We...

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i miss the way she looked at me i miss the way she held my hand i miss the softness of her cheek i miss the games and girlish laughter i miss the passion in her day i miss the time she'd spend with me i miss the years cruelly stripped away i miss most the things she had to teach me but...

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The patient's prognosis, pretty bleak, a doctor's mindless laughing shriek, an impression or a ghost so vague, a gavel pounding in The Hague, is it memory's plague?  I can never see it or understand. Am I the patient?  My brain is scanned. It's sometimes near and far, you see. Everywhere it follows me, brings me to my knee.    A mad, psychotic, jangled melody, lyrics without a...

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Memories I think, A world that keep coming back, We know we can't change....

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Christ is Risen! whispers the wind through the branches of memory, The prayer of the blade of grass rises like a song of rebirth, And in every drop of dew, the sky lays down its ancient tale. In the depths of the forest where deer write their dreams with graceful flight, In the peach blossoms that rise like stars...

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PLAGUED BY MEMORIES Some memories shimmer but don’t last Yet others put down roots so very deep Creating versions as dreams when sleep And earn their place that they can keep In the mind’s timeless universe, so vast They cause an outbreak, like the plague Hidden for years, then total devastation Much more than any mere perturbation One can wonder about their motivation Always sharp...

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