Photos Poems - Poems about Photos

Memories Of Yesterday A drawer filled with tattered worn albums. Each album holds sepia toned pictures. Photos of long dead members of the family tree. Most of them I never knew. I rarely look at them as they are the past. I hold on to them because I am part of them. I see a blank spot reserved just for me. I too will become one of them some...

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1. Photos no longer turn yellow as they did in the paper era Securely stored images are now independent of memory Their world seems fictional, and dates replace memories. Life becomes an album produced by unknown creator Divided into fragments memorized by a machine, life preserves Slightly more variable memory than it could be in the age of paper Your plot is...

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Somewhere I am not As is my memory... not If not there, then where? When I was eighteen Going to change the world My world at least... That hook went missing Place is changed too, for good As Time... slipped the knot. We’ll see if I see Acting out what has happened Still to see, or saw.… Different wholes… Time only allowing me To play minor parts. Care...

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Turning the pages backward I find pressed flowers in my old diary from the day we saw lavender growing in the woods. The sun was swallowed by clouds that were halfway to a metaphor and you told me the eye color of love was dark hazel, the very depth of my own. In a packet of handwritten letters I find polaroids...

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Thee art of hacking into phone's for Google photos my stalkers hacked in my families computer exposing documents medical records surgeries ect. be careful storing files this could become dangerous I was forced to change passwords email creating several accounts to prevent hacking these stalkers actually sent your private audience to public in order to...

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Africa, gentle your fiery wild blaze, Lest heat waves plunder my safari days. I seek adventure, wild, fun-filled and free, Not scorching sunbeams that beg to drain me. The savannah's golden vastness beckons, Two giraffes emerge, my stares they reckon, Their eyes bright, like ancient wisdom, meet mine, My camera begs to flaunt their design. Their gaze gave a shared fleeting scary bond, My...

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Tell me why my first instinct is to reminisce, To stare at photos filled with memories of bliss. Each scroll weighs heavy, burdened by truth, Moments captured, now lost in youth. I wonder where I fell short? I thought you liked the way I tasted, The way I called out your name? You said my smile was your uttermost favorite, So I tried...

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Our granddaughter attended her high school Prom… her photo was posted on-line which led me on a hunt through our old photos until I found one of me at mine. As I gazed at these two photos 50 years apart…I quietly exclaimed how parts of our world have changed dramatically while others remain the same. 50 years ago social media and computers were,...

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December blows its frosty breath, ice flows downstream. Isn't ice white? This is so grey. Where is the beauty of yesteryear? Shouldn't the air be fresh? It's spoiled, tears spill, she takes out her Polaroid, click after click snap after snap and...

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I had never seen snow skis before 1976 Did not know about the rich man’s sport Every time I see a ski photo I remember those news articles Claudinet Longet is accused of killing her lover Spider Sabich is dead, murdered. Her ex-husband Andy Williams stands by her True love....

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Picture frame the moments. In diaries write them down. Hold on to such with all you have for times will come around, when they will be all that you have to make it one more day. And on that day let all else go… then you will find the way. ...

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She likes to put wild flowers inside her hiking boots, young Sue. Taking photos and posting them online, she makes money too. Today she gathered violets, daisies, and a wild strawberry vine. Her photos are unique, many say they are truly original and fine....

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I’m so siced about the Barbie movie. I just watched the latest trailer. I felt a fluttering in the stummy. Peter’s birthday was May 1st. “What do you want for your birthday?” I’d asked. “A flash for my iPhone,” he said. “Your phone already HAS a flash,” I replied, helpfully. “No,” he explained, “a professional, external flash -...

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They say a picture Is worth a 1000 words, Yet the realisation that all I have left are pictures Actually Renderes me speechless Apparently the adage is actually meant that complex and sometimes multiple ideas can be conveyed by a single still image, which conveys its meaning or essence more effectively than a mere verbal description. And...

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The photos we keep By Michelle Morris 29/11/2020 The photos we keep hold so many memories of the past and we relive those moments each and every time we see them again... Sometimes we have to let them go and gracefully accept that our version of those memories may be romanticised by our deep desire to rewrite history...

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