Photographs Poems

Where We Belong

We belong to other people,
In their photographs,
In their memories,
And in their hearts,
Because sometimes that is all we have.

The idea of wanting
To belong to someone,
To someone who tells us that they
Need us just as much as we need
Them—that is what the
Meaning of life should be.
To feel loved and to give it
Back and nothing else, because
Everything else

Photographs and Memories

A familiar voice sharing the past,
Remembering a place that didn’t last.

Sifting through ashes of another life,
Searching for beauty amongst the strife. 

Anguish surrounds me, a constant storm,
Cold and darkness, wanting to be warm.

Deprived of love, empty inside,
Shattered dreams, life denied.

Unresolved injustice, mistakes and fears, 
Yet I mourn those lost years.

No peace in silence when I’m

photographs and memories

photographs and memories

as i search photographs and memories
of gulls flying over ocean waves
i can hear the crashing waters raging
as if it was only yesterday

these same waves are no longer there
yet others have taken their place
slapping rocks then returning to the air
it has always been the case

i’m sorry to say many birds are gone
and flown to

Photographs

Captured memories.
One glance will take you back.

It feels like time hasn’t passed;
everything feels the same—yet nothing remains.

Your mind, playing tricks…
a fleeting sleight of hand,
leaving tears spooling from your eyes.

You don’t know what you have until it’s gone—
a simple cliché, but it’s true.

When all that’s left are photographs…
one day, you’ll feel it too.

Fading Photographs

The most honored woman of her place;
I’m not fortunate enough to see her face!
She is none other than my loving mother;
People say, one can’t find like her another!
I know not, what mother’s love is all about!
Does God have any sense? I always doubt!
The lady in the photograph, I was taught,
Was my mother! Oh, a great

Fading Photographs

Some poems are poured
when a poet loses someone,
so those who cannot write,
feel words mirroring their souls.

Since the betrayal of your blind vision,
I've been roaming in realms of broken reflections.
In your aquarium existence,
I've let my emotions sink to the bottom.
Remember, when I was your first thought,
a jewel in your celebrated crown -
now I'm just a pebble

Fading Photographs

He sat captured in a surprised look,
Middle-aged, youthful and vibrant,
He was committed to his work and family,
An uncommon balance admired by his colleagues.

His story was that of grass to grace,
From humble beginnings, 
He moved up the ladder,
He meandered and blossomed,
He was a shooting star in the night sky.

He took a wrong leap,
It was an anguish

Fading Photographs

Fading photographs collecting dust,
   the images of moments from my past
like ancient aging metals caked with rust
   from torrid tear-soaked dreams that didn’t last
      and cast aside as hopes became aghast.

Stowed away behind my closet door
   these boxed up fading photos you will find,
though

FADING PHOTOGRAPHS

Memory-rejuvenating…
Though fading, they evoke exuberance 
of childhood achievements, verily delighting 
midst milestones of might, mercy and miracles
while emerging triumphant from falls
to gain high fives, surpassing Olympic medals---
Oh, that was me with my Mom and Dad, very supportive
after my Kindergarten speech, successful by their directive! 

Nostalgia-refueling…
Albeit decades of storage, they assert
adolescence-propelled vibrancy   
inviting me

Fading Photographs

In a dusty bin, albums lie stacked, old and worn,
Yellowed with age, a few tattered pages hold pictures of a newborn.
Another bears autographs, a favourite band’s ink now faded,
With a young girl’s crush and tears, memories created.

Years of life captured through childhood and beyond,
Each image, a fragment echo of lives once vibrant, creating a bond.
Stories

Fading photographs

dust covered photos 
forgotten over the years 
just recently found 

old smiles brought to life 
memories that make me laugh 
emotions run wild 

the more I dust them 
the more faded they become 
sun's rays have touched them 

through the years they've shine 
bringing joy into our house 
one photo at a time

Fading Photographs

Fading photographs are strewn across alabaster tabletops,  
drenched in moonlight streaming through rustling curtains.  
Snow owls call out to each other through the whistling wind,  
as flakes of snow dust 
frostbit grass outside crystallized windows.  
A roaring fireplace crackles in the corner,  
and I sit back upon an oaken rocking

Faded Photographs

Sometimes the only solace to loneliness
is the fading photographs around me...
many pictures in black and white, some of them
are in albums, some on the wall - in ornate
frames, which I would never replace!
The oxidized metal carries the aroma of the past, 
Pictures speak to us, aloneness dissipates!

The picture of my mom and dad
on their wedding day…the beaming

Fading photographs

Surreal sonnets found their way
into the cavern of emptiness,  
Scrolling through rusting rhymes and concrete couplets,  
All in a chaotic cadence of crème de la crème.  
This hard-held heart barely softened for the colors in the fading photographs.  
What can the mere past do to these strings of stones,  
When

Fading Photographs

I look inside my photo album
seeing fading photographs in black and white.
There is one of me riding on a trike.
Oh, there’s another. Gosh, I look a fright.

My front teeth have two spaces
where some new teeth soon would grow.
I look so plain with hair cropped short.
Oh, the things back then I did not know!

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