Photograph Poems - Poems about Photograph

Some haunt me pleasantly, Using the grains of dewy silence that speak loudly Within the long, grey halls of history. I recline on such images with smiles I borrow from The penetralia of my soul and skin. Behind them come lean trees denuded by the swift Gales of re-greened winters that celebrated Friendliness in the course of wondrous seasons. I peer deeply at...

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Pulling me into your universe Holding me hostage there Only surviving as caged bird Teal feathers float in despair Onyx smile still haunts now Grateful for future green days Raping my heart the silver sound A little cliche amethyst masquerade Painting purple powerful poses Hostage of your drug overdoses...

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Bright, pulsate city Captured in contrast color Of light and shadow....

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I never learned to look at shop windows without searching for the walking shape of your footsteps. The umbrella abandoned beside a rusted bicycle resembles you more than any living body. On the wet pavements, an old woman feeds the pigeons with the same patience you once had for all the things I forgot. Someone plays Bach in an alleyway, and the notes...

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I have this picture of you—or should I say, I own this picture of you— that I have kept hidden in my chambers, neither inside my diary nor within a vault, but frozen in time within my mind. It is both painful and lovely to watch, my lingering feelings keeping me tied to it. Yet, all it brings me now are...

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I find an album with matt thick black pages my wet eyes hungry for each pose of this girl in pigtails with a reluctant kitty, then on a bike in a pretty prom dress, then holding a baby, me turning the pages your smiles become frauds your skin wrinkled, your pain quiet and graceful ...

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Live your life like a photograph Focus on only what gives you happiness What makes you sad set aside as album What makes you blurry take it as waste Giving happiness is like giving postcard As keepsake and souvenir of acquaintances Pictures are remembrance of life's phase The best photos are displayed as to catch the eyes Frame as wall decorate and hang...

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Tucked inside a box of dust, hidden beneath the weight of years, I found it—a photograph. Its edges were curled, its surface clouded with time, but the image within was clear enough to unsettle me. There were faces I didn’t know, standing in a yard of brittle grass. And there, at the center, was me—or someone...

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"To see in color is a delight for the eye but to see in black and white is a delight for the soul". - Andri Cauldwell Just an old photograph, in black and white No dye to reflect the calm of hope’s song Shadows blow across the heart’s golden light Snapshot comes alive, a soul seems so strong Image...

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How old was I then - maybe seven or eight in grainy black and white. I can remember I was standing outside my grandfathers two story terrace house in Sydney. Must have been around nineteen fifty three, school holidays. I didn't like the smell of his place with its old, moss coated brick walls, the claustrophobic backyard and the lack...

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The Photograph A crease, a blemish runs across it all Black and White No colour then A Mother embraces her child The word mom scratched in with love MOM! Who’s mom, not mine A grandmother to be, and a mother to be My mom, my grandmother Brothers and Sisters Thank you both For the life you gave us Each breath we take First came from you We thank you mom We...

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Times forgotten, Lost in the haze of memory, Fading like old photographs. Moments once cherished, Now buried under layers, Of responsibilities and obligations. Forgotten like yesterdays news, Faces blur and voices fade, As time moves relentlessly forward. Leaving behind a trail, Of moments lost to the past....

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Today is not the usual day I have no word for it And indirectly I can't say Or draw it on a paper sheet It's like a photograph of you On Cromer beach somewhere And I recall the wind that blew Although I wasn't there A day without a name, it meant A documented true I see a place, where you still...

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A Photograph The ‘click!’ of a camera echoes in the room, To hear that sound is a heavenly boon! It may not seem, but hear it this way, You just captured life in a moment’s play, With the click of a button, a smile on the face, You hold art in your hand at a second’s pace, To revisit your memories...

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Valued photograph I have kept them all these years An album keepsake....

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