Memory Poems | Examples of Memory Poetry

Snapshot! - a shutter impales a life to clicks, betwixt inhales and exhales. Light into pixels, bloodshot in frames kidnapped for a ransom of sometimes soon. Snap! - a dry twig fractures under boot, its echo resounding in forest shot. Too brittle is the log of memories we captured when we said we won't. Shot! - the Sheriff, not the Deputy, for he blinked...

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With an unfamiliar phrase, she reassured me. the fact that clouds are always passing, Additionally, the burden we are currently bearing No difference will be made as the night becomes glassy. We sat there with our legs crossed on the old grass, Using silence as a form of communication. The world slowed down, the atmosphere was pleasant, A little cool and a...

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If, within the silence, you begin the play once more, If, even with a fine performance, you can no longer catch the essential lines, If, driven by life's anxieties, no matter what you do, an unwanted play is staged within your mind, If, to shield yourself from it, you try to guard with noise, increasing your friends as a form of defense, Even if the theater fears the days...

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Standing here by the shore Far beyond my long gaze I see the earth and sky closer My memory turns into quiet sea That reflects through generations Every thoughts I have is all For everyone I dearly love whom Like dew on grass - pure, sincere And filled with light but now long gone Time slows down to let me whisper To my ancestors in...

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When I see red roses I remind of bloody sunsets That is frozen in green field I see those petals like tongues Burning like flames under pressure Its passion cannot explained in words And its smell like fresh wind from the East I envy with star and love it the most Each beauty is sealed like love letter From a boyhood and girlhood of...

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I. Sighting I saw you through refracted light- a prism of chance splitting ordinary into spectrum. Wind-tangled hair terra cotta and rosemary beneath your nails the scent of soil and citrus on your skin. You carried mysteries-living things I wanted to cradle. I didn’t find you- you found...

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Today I’m grateful for a be filled with beautiful memories… Memories I’m always happy to revisit for a little while… Memories that sneak out of my eyes run down my cheeks and find their way into smile. ...

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May we be blessed understand this lesson that from my grandpa’s lips was taught… How time moves in only one direction but how our memory…does not. ...

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When we would visit Grandpa…at first we were impatient…we’d say, Grandpa, get up…it’s time to go…but Grandpa in his ways was set… and from his favorite chair with eyes closed he’d smile, wave his hand and answer, “I’m in the middle of a memory and I’m not ready to leave her yet.” If you saw my Grandma and Grandpa...

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Hello! Old friend, You crossed my mind today, After decades of no thoughts of you. Today, I sat across a meeting I'd rather avoid; Then I thought of you. I wonder what happened to the life of us. We were there, then we weren't; Too absorbed by the happenings. We didn't remember to preserve our sight of each other. My old friend, I thought...

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I kept the window cracked so the wind could speak for you-- all your unsaid apologies tangled in the curtain hem. You used to hum when you left. Now the walls just listen. You were always the one who made absence feel full. But now the rooms are hollow, a cathedral of ache. “The silence fades with a soft embrace”-- but you forgot to hold me...

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In the book nook I found it— a face no bigger than my palm, leathered and silent, its eyes forever pressed shut against whatever it had seen. Grandma said a missionary friend brought it back from somewhere halfway around the world. On the dining room window sill, a dozen squat green strangers kept their spines to themselves— silent travelers from the Southwest when my dad was still...

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Life is filled with memories, both good and bad, many times I face days with rivers to cross. Frequently, my memories bequeathed will be sad, so the pleasing i embrace, and unhappy one’s toss. But I try not forgetting that I’m in God’s care, and so, eventually all my days will be bright. God will not put more on me than...

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We stood in the cold night rain at the edge of the world on a bluff above the river, and everything— every thing— was alive with light. Rain braided my hair into the leafless branches, threaded the earth through my feet— and I felt it then— the current humming in the roots of Creation. And...

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Life has nothing to do with every chapter The book pages you scan and read The waves on the shore that breaks You both see them and witness It's never ending story everyday Death is synonymous word with passing You may have all the things in life After all what you have experience The things you have will remain as it is When your...

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