Loss Of Memory Poems

There they sit
Unmoved, stilled
Yet fully filled
With recorded words
A journey of sorrow, grief
Great loss...my proverbial cross
Proof that I was me

I can't bear to open
The plastic lid
Peer...

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UP IN SMOKE* 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
whispers on the rails,
a lone train fades into dusk—
memories depart,
echoes of laughter linger,
in the smoke, dreams drift away.

*Note: This poem was originally...

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Moon on iceberg
it's dim like magic on a corpse
Moon on iceberg
Jack in Rose's arms, frost returns;
this cold of moon and sea will pour
after she kills...

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Those we love don't go away, 
they walk beside us everyday.
Their murmurs, soft, in tree leaf whisper
defrosts my heart that did grow crisper

with grief that...

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One step away
from waves that play.
In that fresh light,
he let go that night.

I thought back then,
that was all it had been.
I stayed to see
each wave...

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Born 31st July 2014 – Passed 16th July 2025

When shadows fell and nights grew long..
You came into my life.. a light, a song.
So soft, so...

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I never buried certain names,
They lingered like a scent in air.
I whispered them through window panes
And found them waiting everywhere.

I never buried childhood roads—
The ones...

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What’s the reason of this plot
Why I can’t recall
Can’t receive a single prompt
Letters on the wall
Could have told me what to do
If I should have...

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I carry you with me 
Everywhere that I go.

In my eyes,
In my smile,
In the way I walk,
How I talk, 
Even how I act and dress.

I...

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memories
to last a lifetime
~ all that's left



AP: 2nd place 2025...

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Form: Englyn Unodl Union

I touched a shadow and called it a flame,
It smiled — but was the same.
My scars whispered his name.
Love left, but I...

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Beneath the veil of fading light,
A silent shape slips out of sight.
No words to bind, no flames to burn—
Just shadows folding, slow to turn.

A secret...

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Roots Without Soil

I.
I keep my mother's spoon in my suitcase—
silver worn thin from stirring cardamom tea,
its handle curved like her thumb
pressing into my palm those...

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*A Meditation on Growing Up*

## I. [Age 6] — First Light

Your fingernails, chewed down to pink,
sort bottle caps by rust and shine.
I offer you my...

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I
forget—
like how leaves forget their tree
once autumn called them free.
Moments slip and leave
an unsettling void
for dreams to flourish.
Uninvited, wearing
the mask of memory.

A fiction sung in...

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