Remember Poems | Examples of Remember Poetry

In the deep silence of the evening, I remember her needs hidden like a pearl in the shell of time, the same as yours and mine, never forgotten, never postponed by the wind of oblivion, a dream that blooms like a flower of light at dawn, carrying promises of infinity and hope, a desk where ideas take wing...

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As I walk down the corridors of time, the scene of eight decades ago came back to haunt my mind, I can hear the bombs exploding and the waves fighting with the howling wind and screams and cries emerges from the deep, and somewhere in the midst of the sand, I could hear someone...

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(Verse 1) I remember the chill in the air, When you said goodbye, like you didn’t care. Your words cut deep, left me bare, But I stayed silent, pretending I was fine. You walked away, said you needed space, That freedom would bring you back to grace. But in your eyes, I saw a trace Of something we couldn’t leave behind. (Pre-Chorus) I thought I’d...

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The air grows still, a nation's breath held deep, A Memorial Day promise, sacred to keep. For fallen soldiers, heroes of the past, Whose shadows linger, memories that last. In solemn hush, we bow our heads in thought, Of battles waged, and freedoms dearly fought. They gave their all, on fields of sweat and pain, A sacrifice...

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Soldiers in all military Sacrifice for you and me Risking their lives for our own These heroes need to be shown We won't forget all they've done Every daughter every son That is here or passed away Is remembered every day...

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Our love isn't a mime, nor a rhyming song, But one we sing that stings with grief and shame. A robe we wear with sorrow all night long, Our hearts no longer with passion's flame. The ripened time prepares to draw us wide, Our bond not stronger than a weathered stone. We stumble, yet let silence be our guide— Love suffers round...

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persimmon tree reading nostalgia and dr. seuss 'hop on pop' smiling ...

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“The Cook” How can I write you a letter when we haven’t even met? Maybe I could take you out to see the sunset. We had only one conversation and I don’t even know your name. Just maybe you're my inspiration and I’m to blame. You said that you like to cook. You're full of...

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nostalgic thoughts hovering late at night friendly ghosts...

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there were times when I did not understand him times when I fought with my heart, to remember time would not forget the days that were so grim it wouldn’t be that long, just before December he would tell us that love had come to his life years after this, I’d see that stirring ember sparks of hope divine to heal...

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My memory’s worth cannot be measured, sometimes it brings with it some regret. Some I have filed and they are now treasured, the unpleasant one’s I’ve endeavored to forget. But from unpleasant things I can also fain, and experience has been my classroom teacher. So that I always know what not to do again, the same mistake would be a double feature. No...

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I was a quiet ache, Tucked behind a smile too practiced, A soul in exile From the sound of its own name. Then your song came.. Not like thunder, But like morning. It didn’t shout Or demand my hands be clean. It just stood there, Open, And let the Light spill in. You didn’t say I had to be brave, Just honest. Not pure, Just present. And suddenly, The silence I’d feared...

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you built a throne out of your own reflection, mistook your arrogance for eloquence, try to resurrect what you helped desecrate, your ego arrived before you did, while your sense of self suffered every silence was a threat. you dissect with vocabulary but cannot name your own loneliness. you mistook softness for submission, pauses for praise. and when I left, you called it cowardice, as if...

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Mr. President, Mr. Vice President, Americans, and the world: In the crucible of revolution, our forefathers etched their pledge— a bold testament inscribed not solely in ink, but in the quiet, relentless pulse of divine dependence. It is as if the ink itself carried whispers of a celestial covenant, affirming divine Providence into the very marrow of liberty. Yet,...

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Your body remembers it all. whether you do or don’t. Your body remembers the pain you felt. even when you can’t recall. Your body will trigger the flashbacks. and you’ll take them as dreams. Your body will remind you of the setbacks. but you will ignore it. Your body will shut down parts of you, to keep you alive. Your body will speak to you, in...

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