Recollections Poems - Poems about Recollections

Trauma, loiters and lurks, ...

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Contest : Rolling With The Rs Sponsor : Nette Onclaud Date : August 4, 2025 Stray mind glides on stalled time. Wave surfer on rough life grabs mute mementos of split moon, floating on dim trough of dismal essence. Memory invents alchemy, remembrance rust turns gold in Midas touched stray mind. ...

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Woeful, my painful past, that leaves me woebegone for my loved ones now gone above. Full of melancholy and grief-stricken and lost in sad recollections. I have been crushed forlorn in thoughts and left, woeful....

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Your kiss still lingers on my lips, A fleeting memory that time won't rip. Your smile, a radiant beam of light, Echoes in my mind, a bittersweet sight. Your laughter, contagious and free, Haunts me now, a melancholy melody. In whispers of the night, I hear your voice, A gentle breeze that makes my heart rejoice. The stars align, a celestial map, Guiding me...

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Even now, I recall that memory; When we both sat in the dim hallway— Your eyes held hope, yet showed agony; I watched you fade into disarray. Like decades passed since we last did meet; Through nights we danced 'tween love and hate— Though gods proved ruthless, bitter yet...

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the serendipitous lobster bib tied ‘round big kahuna’s neck kuene stumble over* him dab his chin monkeys gaze at him from behind glass pearl city memories that shine e l s e w h e r e is the diner two scoop choice served with teriyaki steak or shrimp tempura out of towners paying money to find out the size of a single pearl near Hanauma Bay p a s t is present in wet seas aloha the day e v e r y fragrant lei ebbing, flowing precious Oahu recollections ...

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AN ANECDOTE FROM THE PAST... Names of places and persons have either been changed or omitted to protect identity. It was a late summer’s night warm and balmy, Camping we were high in the lofty mountains; I was lying on a cot made of some uncomfortable fibre, Mate Sandeep was sleeping on another cot not far away; Both were retired for...

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178 months, 129940 hours, now only 10 minutes remain. Sitting in cold eerie darkness, he observes the rhythm of water drops, slowly wipes away streams of sweat with his withered trembling hands. That aching fear, gnawing in his fevered brain, spasms of fear demanding flight yet none to be had, his inner soul asking why he had lost his way why had his sad...

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Like wisps of soft white spores - those vague remnants - are recollections wafting through my mind - sun-gold heads of spring I no longer hold, Yet I can glimpse when they turned into fluff. I recall my young self blowing off the fluff of seeds . . . wishing time would pass quickly. ...

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It was October, the leaves fell, I reveled in my youth. But what happened in sixty-two took the fun and innocence out of autumn; There were missiles in Cuba. Missiles,with more on the way. Warnings were given, demands and threats made. At thirteen I learned the meaning of a naval blockade. Grown-ups spoke in hushed tones over hastily brewed coffee, eyes and ears glued to the television for the...

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The experience of years silently accumulates within unseen pages of “Future Recollection”, gathering mental cobwebs as they age. Their vintage sweetens and enhances their contents with the passage of time. The owner of the collection is the only one who can recall and truly appreciate the contents, but, oh, my, the preciousness of their worth...

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Ephemeral Recollections of the Passage of Time Ephemeral recollections of the passage of time General inspections of a population in decline Congenital directions of a genealogy in scientific refine Perennial distortions of a perspective in pure mime Elegant notions of a theory on entropy Pertinent commotions of what the third eye can truly see Innocent devotions about...

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RECOLLECTIONS exquisite vignettes a  reportoire relished approach an opportunity encapsulated in cultural cornerstones with luscious touches with hybrid conformity phrased &  hallmarked in the mundane convuluted &entangled...

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recall first school day I stood weeping, scared to move we held hands at five she vowed to look after me we were close, with a deep bond we had sweet-sad thoughts dispute with football or dolls taking both shows care saddened by her lengthy trip she cupped my cheeks and we kissed she flushed when I grinned felt proud and had butterflies I soothed her last...

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