Painful Memories Poems - Poems about Painful Memories

Every day I wake up, And every day I remember The way you left me with no warning Fleeing like a dog off its leash It was my 13th birthday I suppose that’s when fear settled in, abandonment followed Filling every pore of my body Though this wasn’t the first time, Definitely wouldn’t be the last I only wish I knew, What made you leave? Was...

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Three painful memories caused by no bodies. 1. Loss of friendship with many broken promises. 2. Disappointed with negative and harsh language. 3. Loved someone with heart of stone. I shall move on to live my life. I should pay more attention, When you mentioned in the messages "I break off relatsionships quickly, I break them easily and I usually make no effort to...

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I remember those days spent with you Days I walked and talked with you Even a gentle touch of yours Meant to me so much. I remember those days of chats, Sometimes funny, kind and wise Everything you did for me, Today filled my eyes. I remember those moments That we shared together, It's really hard to believe We are no more with each...

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Peeping through the blinds into the cold winter morn, smut hue foliage hung like strange fruits from an enigmatic shrub— igniting a brain freeze flask back of ourstory— sometimes, symbolic images bring memories of history that can be cold and painful....

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Crushed coquina’s pains, salty air consoled. Mistrusting soul, my heart could not appease. We met when life was brimming and potholed. My spoken words were long lost memories. Relentlessly the past remained in view. Romantic strolls along the shore soon died. Again and again past pain stole love’s venue. Good-naturedly, he listened; my soul cried. A blemished past, his words could always...

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All his memories of her, are sealed inside a box, Since the day she broke his heart, his hopes dashed upon the rocks. He built a wall around his heart, with a solid iron door, He locked up and threw away the key, now he's washed up on the shore. She tore his world apart, threw his spirit to...

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I scan the movement of the people Ragged faces torn and wandering; Pale their bodies, unlike the human race And children in slum areas, Begging for a crumb to eat While mothers hold their thin babies As they're dying in the street. The coldness of the city brings painful memories-- Churches fallen, scattered stones Drop from the blackened wind And my forlorn figure stands alone. Contest:...

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Remembering what I saw Is this memory for real Am I torturing myself for nothing Will this last Should I worry It happened in the past Thinking about what's in this life Does it even matter how I feel I'm just a man left alone Surrounded by his own misery Most people have turned on me I did not realize This is it how I...

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Painful Memories I awake and find it quiet and still With Morning so far away My mind starts drifting in and out To the past and to present day Shadows can’t dance in the night But they can invade my mind I can see them from past to now As they parade without measured time I have seen them as they...

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I lock my feelings away It will all be okay It’s all inside But starting to show Everything that I was suppose to let go My veins are bleeding My eyes are tearing It’s all coming out And everyone will know All the secrets That weren’t meant to be told I don’t belong to me I don’t have my keys I grew up to fast And have nothing to...

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Wondering thoughts open portals for displaced memories. Words cruised that boulevard carved in September’s wind, and squeezed tears from dazzling eyes. sensitivity will never know another heart’s displeasure, unless tongue pluck them from mind’s controlling grip. Laughter, unconsciously, taunts a troubled heart, and grimace disguised in smile’s fine garb. September’s wind blow cool on the Ohio Valley, and trees...

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I remember back when I was young The way that I was raised Too little I accomplished Too little I was praised Stepping stones and hinderences Were things I grew to know Survival was the game to play When loneliness took hold Unsure of which direction To travel upon the road I reverted back to momma But her laden became my load Mentally I've been challenged Emotionally I've...

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You watch the tears fall from my eyes- in yet, you don't take notice. You watch me scream for him- but you still don't take notice. You slap me in my face, as you tell me to shut up, and you flaunt the desperation in you voice while hearing my cries- all because of the choice you made. I was just...

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