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Memory Prose Poems

These Memory Prose poems are examples of Prose poems about Memory. These are the best examples of Prose Memory poems written by international poets.


Premium Member Eleanor Rigby
the sun was
leaching its yellow elongated shadows
across the shunting trains of 
Liverpool Lime Street station

the sun wavered for a short moment
being held there fast
then, as...

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© Tony Kirk  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: prose, lost love, memory,



Goddess of Thieves
To snatch away those halcyon days
Under false pretenses of defense
To shatter your own convictions
Or to be so deluded by them

Recreate the world as you always...

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© Derek Chos  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: anger, conflict, memory,

Retaining The Memories
When the greatest sights were those of lightning bugs on hot summer nights            ...

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Categories: prose, child abuse, childhood,

egg of memory
those worlds are lost to me now,
once achingly close,
like yesterday's rain,
but, will I see you then,
in this egg of memory,
cracked open with a sigh,
fleeing like...

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Categories: prose, memory,

A Star And My Friend 'Yank'
When very young, I had a very close friend name "Yank".              ...

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Categories: prose, childhood, dream, friendship,



Premium Member Of Storied Memories

Standing here in the mind of mine
passing through and over time
pulling out thoughts sublime:
sorrow, hate, pain, joy, love, sanity--
all the mould character of my humanity;

On...

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Categories: prose, africa, allegory, america, analogy,

Premium Member FORTUITOUS VALOR

A man of much age sits on a tattered recliner in a halcyon
room that bears the wealth of well earned years, reminiscing
when there was never...

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Categories: character, dedication, i am,

Hollowcaust
It’s all about a hollow corpse,
Right into the dark pit, the only follow-up goes through morse
Language. Welcome to the dark age – as in holocaused...

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Categories: memory, metaphor, world war

Premium Member IN A SPLIT SECOND II

A train door closes packed with passengers.

Destinations being most different than others.

Typical light touches, embarrassing rubbing,
Lastly, the ever so bothersome nudging.

Unfinished conversations, from platform
Carries on...

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Categories: prose, 10th grade, 11th grade,

Over and over again
Over and over again
 
I’m trying to run from your memory and when you appear in my dreams.
You whispered to me in a sweet dream.
“Over...

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Categories: prose, devotion, heart, love,

Paternal Grandfather Aaron Harris
Paternal Grandfather Aaron Harris...

Lovely bones long since disintegrated
into dustbin of genealogical history,
if still alive would rank as oldest person
clocking another one incremental increase
asper in chronological...

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Categories: prose, 8th grade, birth, family,

Premium Member THE SANDLESS SAND CASTLE
Let me tell you about my eldest brother.

I am: the "Scram!", the "Beat it!", the "What you looking at?!", and the "Turn around and watch...

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Categories: prose, beach, beautiful, brother, celebration,

Premium Member Living your Memories
It is the simple things of life
that I remember the most.
The unique smell of Africa
pungent with spices and scents
so exotic they flood your nostrils.

It is...

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Categories: prose, africa, memory, senses,

Bona fide
I hope he leaves you eternal, as I have too.
Perhaps long after my chest has calmed,
they will speak these words of you.
Though, words are too...

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© Zeki Majed  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: lost love, love,

Ad Infinitum
How sad, to be lost in a world where it is ever dark.
How tragic, to not see art.
To sink, when petals float,
to think, when the...

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© Zeki Majed  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: lost love, love,

i hurt myself
I hurt myself again and I'll hurt myself again.
What else can one do when nothing has been said?

There is a memory, beside many from when...

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© john john  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: childhood,

Premium Member Crowning The Virgin Mary
Crowning the Virgin Mary
I was only six years old and was
chosen by the first grade nun,
To place a garland of roses on the 
Vigin Mary...

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Categories: prose, god, heaven, memory,

Premium Member Realization
Who gives thoughts?
Who gives emotions?
Who detects stimulus?
Are they result of very own perceptions and interpretations?
Do they come from incomplete information stored in memory creations?
‘Mind’ is...

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Categories: forgiveness, freedom, humanity, meaningful,

Two Dog Night
Two dog night

A stillness had crept in under a cloak 
of finely sculptured snowflakes, descending 
quietly from an oppressively heavy sky. 
It blanketed deserted streets
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© Fred Clark  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: prose, destiny,

Premium Member Winter Sihouette Skies

In the winter twilight
of the meandering drive,
silhouettes of dark clouds
patchwork the cerulean sky
with weird images of animate
and inanimate things:
animals, buildings, ships,
celestial mountains
rising above a terrestrial...

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Categories: prose, beauty, imagery, joy, memory,