Remember Poems | Examples

Window Upon Rain

window picking from the pane
a lock of rain
her body starts with its refrain
the little girl's face
everyone wears her masquerade
dark dripping gaze

that glass drains
she's mine to chafe
window picking from the pane
her tender shape
she cracks from the sky's frame
as if a fall could be sustained.

The-Sound-Of-Static

That soft whir that hums away
Holds my heart with so much sway
It slips me to a bygone day
Now digital decay

Those nights when it could be heard
I never noticed when it whirred
But now i’d find my heart stirred
To remember how the white noise purred

At night, while my mind goes on
I realize that the noise is gone
When did it fade with the dawn
Will I follow it into the beyond?
Where is the sound of static?

Where are They Now?

The youthful days 
of hopeful dreams 
and tears that trickled 
into streams? 

Love that flourished 
in the sun 
and faded 
as quickly as it had begun? 

Where are they now, 
the incense prayers, 
high as hopes 
to one who cared? 

The carefree days 
of fearless whims, 
the joy of voicing 
songs and hymns? 

Where are they now 
the closest friends, 
who said that 
friendship never ends? 

They're hidden within 
my dream-filled sleep; 
the sands of time 
have buried them deep.

The Perfume Bottle

The crystal perfume bottle still remains,
the one he gifted her so long ago,
upon the dressing table veiling pains
of life’s uncaring, unrelenting blow.

The soft gardenia scent still takes him there
to moments shared when loving seemed complete;
unending nights beneath the stars they’d share,
and every sunrise was a joy to greet.

But then one winter day the angels came
to lead another soul to heaven’s keep;
extinguishing the woman’s earthly flame,
and here, behind, her husband’s left to weep.

So now this crystal perfume bottle’s scent,
a fragrant echo of the life they spent.

Stormy Blues

Eyes that burrow their way into my soul. 
Bringing out what I do not show or share with most. 
Hearing the pain in my words before I see it myself. 
Seeing the tears well up in my eyes even when I hide them. 
Those eyes colored like a storm over the ocean, blue but with the perfect mixture of grey. 
Those stormy blue eyes find their way through my secrets so easily. 
Calm yet confident, hyper yet sassy. Just stormy blues.

Autumn Wind

As the sun sets down beyond my sight,
while leaves turn from green to red
and all is dark save for the light
shining from stars overhead;
whose light now just barely shows.
The leaves that fall from the trees,
and all the while cold autumn wind blows
from the forests to the seas.

And as the wind now passes by,
whispering without a sound;
it carries the leaves up to the sky
and then they fall and hit the ground.
They lie there now where nothing grows
and as they lie they rot and freeze.
But all the while cold autumn wind blows
through the forests to the seas.

It has a voice as of its own,
this passing wind that is heard.
Blowing through trees all alone
it speaks it’s voice without a word.
Speaking more, the more it goes,
above the ground, through the trees
yet all the while the cold autumn wind blows
out of the forests to the seas.

Its voice speaks of all of time,
and now it speaks of great despair,
of terrible sorrow and hideous crime
from its long journeys everywhere.
Now it cries because it knows
the world is dying, so are the trees,
that's why cold autumn wind blows
from the forests to the seas.

Poor Peter

Poor Peter is feeling so glum.
He can't go and play with his chums.
A bad case of the mumps
has him down in the dumps.
"Stay in bed!" - strict orders from Mum!

Preety promise

Can you see the rain droplets trailing down the window,
Tracing a map to utopia, 
We made a promise have you forgotten,
Well so many you couldn't count,

While whispering preety words to me I felt your warmth,
As a single crystal of memories trailing down my cheek,
Tracing a map to paradise,

I had promised to never leave your side but foolish me forgot to take the promise from your side,
Now you are a dust of gold in air,
A fregrance long forgotten,

As I look at the limitless sky,
Still holding on to that promise which fate has rejected,
Which never meant to last.

Listen to the Wind

Stirring the feelings, blessings so gentle, in light
I discover the songs of my dreams, my soul’s belief
Stars fall and memories plead with me at night
Where the last tears I shed for you are such a relief

Listen to the wind as it sings in waves of grace
Mellow notes of bittersweet, swift and praising
Softly, withered threads of a leaf’s quiet embrace
Pouring over my heart, so gentle, delicate, amazing

Stirring the heart, beautiful that finds it truth
Along the streets of yesterday, I once understood
You were just there, like the grass or tree, in our youth
Whispering love softly, singing songs like we should

Listen to the wind murmur its light over my soul
A miracle blowing silence through the notes of peace
Forever risking my heart on the time your love stole
Moments weary with the melody that will never cease

Stirring in my spirit, the joy of September
Listen to the wind, a breathless moan of prayer
Revealing the wonder of hope felt, I remember!

His pawprints linger

As a young kid back in the hood,
It was just me and a pet friend~
He was the joy of my childhood~
His remembrance would never end.

I called him Pup as a puppy,
Because the poops he made me pack,
Whenever he ate hushpuppy~
Which I enjoyed as a noon snack.

His name later changed to Hot Dog,
When that became his preferred meal.
At mealtime he'd happily jog,
Since dog food was then his raw deal.

He assisted in all my chores,
He followed me to every place~
He used to greet me on all fours,
From home to school, he kept his pace.

While returning home from my school,
On one hot summer afternoon,
He fell and got drowned in a pool,
To his death, I failed to attune.

Years passed, his memory lives on,
No pet has again brought the joy~
Of those beautiful days bygone,
His pawprints linger in my heart.

I Remember

I remember! I recall how good– no,
how great it feels to feel so good!
I remember the bright colours 
in the rainbows after a storm.
I remember the trees, the rivers, the critters, 
the peace of our world.
I remember how to get excited, 
to have goals and plans– fantastic dreams!
I remember the love I feel from my friends, family, pets, 
loved ones, who I’m lucky to have.
I remember that I can be grateful for all of 
the simple things that I am graced with in this life.
I remember to create, to write, and to draw, 
to bring about something new.
I remember the stars as they twinkle overhead, 
specks of light in the dark of night.
I remember that I can care for myself, 
love myself as much as I do for others.
I remember the joy I find in a good book,
in getting dressed up, in delicious food.
I remember flowers and rocks and bees, 
all of the tiny things I love to notice.
I finally remember how to live vicariously, 
how to enjoy and embody the free spirit inside.

Trace

Trace

You came and left like the wind

Sometimes I wonder if you were
Ever really here at all

But you were I can see your footprints
In the path of my existence

Old Men

Old men dwell on living well
They still aspire although they tire
Spry or stiff they live as if
They won't collapse or soon expire
Like it or not they've made their lot
And learned to live with what they've got
But in their mind they know their kind
Won't come again so they remind
All those around what they could do
When the world was younger... and they were, too
But I think this kind of kind revision
Is most likely just another loss of vision

Cooking Up the Self

roots wrenched from the soil
tendrils ripped from trellis frames
I scour myself raw
clutching a fragile harvest
in my bare, cold, trembling hands

A knife slashes through
the bruises and bitter scars
etched deep in my skin
leaving only what still glows
and can sustain my hunger

steam clouds coil and writhe
from the pot of shattered parts
softened by the heat
rendered down, made pliable
enough to begin again

I devour this dish
a meal for my well-being
inflamed with spices
for renewal, bite by bite
to face tomorrow's trials

Music and relationship continued

On 2025.04.04, in "Music and relationship".
I wrote
"The thing was, I supposed to find a song,
Not to be given from someone.
This was the first time, 
It was strange and I wonder if it would happen again."

Well, it has not happened again,
And properly it would never be.
I had been playing Brahm lullaby
Ever since, but without singing it along,
And without JC heard the lyrics of the song.

Four months and four days later, 2025.08.08,
As requested, I was playing a song,
And as I played on, I felt the lyrics,
Suited for me to describe our relationship,
As I always do in the past to others,
I messaged JC about this,
Knowing him never received or read it.

"Hello, was it me you looking for?
I could see it in your eyes,
I could see it in your smiles.
You were all I ever wanted to help me,
To write my poems and sing my songs,
To travel around Victoria country towns,
Then Sydney icons' places,
And finally Australia and may be Overseas...
I know you never read this message.
Nevertheless, I write to confide
As I still remember you."

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