Memory Poems | Examples of Memory Poetry

The look on your face Most beautiful in the frame Perturbed sight with ease....Read the rest...

We thought life would have been so simple: flowers and hugs, sentimental nights and songs; then, reality came with its pain... we were no longer that invincible, rather two people so gullible! The compassion I didn't have hurts inside, now it's tearing...Read the rest...

Afternoon, the sun is hot Freckles and sun burns, I've got a lot Reminding me of sunny days I used to write under sun's rays The memories on my skin Of sunny places that I...Read the rest...

I languish in the cherished sound of winter’s chill and summer’s haze. where memories of youth abound when silence speaks of bygone days. I search the seasons, long since gone, in reminiscence of a time where memories still linger on when silence...Read the rest...

A clear-beaded mousie with a pointy black nose, twitchable beaded tail, and ruffly yellow clothes. The tail can tilt her head-- she nods without a squeak! Quiet little church mouse, I bought from a boutique. (True story!) ...Read the rest...

much of what's behind lies buried within the mind revised or maligned boiling down this life using memory as knife won't halt inner strife trying to avoid staring straight into the void ego was destroyed filling empty lines outside truth's murky confines too soon undermines join the...Read the rest...

I admire paintings Painters have mental vision They have art attack....Read the rest...

Today, the doorbell of my mental hideout rang. It rang with a sound like twinkling waterfalls without the moisture, And tweeted like a soft pillow from my 5-year-old camping nest. The scorching glare of darkness crawled up the...Read the rest...

She painted her memories in images surreal Trying to hide scars reality would reveal A band-aid of illusions To alleviate the pain, Some memories are traumatic with wounds that wont heal She tries holding...Read the rest...

You come to me, palpable, The way a candle flickers When the air is stirred, A vague mirage, a sense Of metaphysical existence But here, nevertheless, A wondering sensation one never forgets More than just a curiosity A part of me rises to...Read the rest...

The Memory Speaks I leave… But…I come back — again. Again I’ll return through time’s opening doors, …Fleeting through peripheral halls — their floors — so well cleaned ...Read the rest...

Heard the word often when I was younger A “shut-in” is what I'm referring to Have finally reached that sad state of affairs Methinks we'll all make it through Until a few years ago life's been a blast Sure seems...Read the rest...

Though the days may be long and the nights cold And I travel alone weary and worn I will not dwell on those memories old But bask in the light of a new day born My soul are waters...Read the rest...

Marvelling in the pink afternoon, pretending to crochet a drawstring. I’ve done it before, at least once before, followed the pattern. Closed the purse. I can’t nearly begin to learn that not all things are meant to bring pleasure to...Read the rest...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ as I came across the yellowed card unfolding lost fond memories life pages of my yesterdays yearning for those I miss the lines written there slowly became soft whispers my eyes, blur ...Read the rest...