Remember Me Poems - Poems about Remember Me

I remember you and the promises the feel of the embrace of love the tenderness of feeling whole I remember loving you and everything it so entailed the magic of our togetherness and the mightiness of our bond Basically I remember you loving me and me loving you ~ we’re caught in a cosmic dance I’ve let the grieving take its course it fills me now...

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Do you remember that day when the blanket wasn’t blue but it was pink, Do you remember that girl playing with toy guns, and getting dirty like the little boys do, Do you remember the little girl not wearing pink or purple like the little girls did, I do, Do you remember that spiraling football, your little girl...

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Just one more taste. Just one more hit. How I miss your smoky, ashy, charred aroma, that taste. Your smoky, ashy, charred aroma haunts me, begging me to take one hit. Just one more inhale. That smoky, ashy, charred aroma, taste of that rebellious girl I once knew. ...

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"mOnce I sat down With all my frustrations, With the desperation to murder each inhibition living nowhere but within me, It would have been nice if I had a knife However, weapons weren't lethal enough to put the inhibitions down. Sitting there, wanting to cause harm to these demons, My eyes fell on a thin white sheet of plant fibre, Along with it was...

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The Walls Remember What the World Forgets The walls remember what the world forgets — Every whispered prayer, every silent regret. Every kiss by candle, every scream in war, Every soul who’s begged, “I can’t take this anymore.” They’ve soaked in blood, they’ve heard soft moans, They’ve echoed laughter through broken homes. They’ve watched first dances, they’ve felt last breaths, Held secrets carved...

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Remember the message  on video home system tapes "Be Kind, Please Rewind", Though VHS tapes are an invention of the past Kindness still has to last; "Be kind, please rewind" Keep the next person in mind "Be kind, please rewind" Consider the next person in line VHS tapes are fading from memory but don't you forget the saying: Be kind, please rewind......

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we know more now than we knew then . we were younger smiles came easy and memories were made like spun cotton candy and one pony carousels . there were fewer reasons to cry more seasons to fly and the red in red roses seemed never to fade away . it was easy to laugh and run into the forest golden with morning to lay for hours watching clouds and...

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By Michael Parker Days have flown quickly by like fearsome comets. Here then gone; here then gone. My hair is colored moonlight. My bones are brittle as the limbs of the trees cracking from the touch of winter’s deepening freeze. If I could disclose a secret, it is suffering has visited me like an old...

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you gave me love and set me free i spread my wings and flew ...

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IDYLLIC CHANDLER HEIGHTS* “Life here was once idyllic, charming; here were once no rich, no poor, no high, no low.” — from The Innocents Abroad by Mark Twain men in faded caps, hands calloused like the bark of old oaks. men with wrinkled faces, fresh from the war, their broad...

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Something was changing one day— I felt it when a cool breeze blew. Restless branches danced and swayed while the world around me grew silent. With the first touches of rain I smelled ozone in the air and in a moment of glory raised my arms. I embraced the moment as mine alone but looked for the word to describe how I felt like...

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Thank you Chuck for your fun song "Feels So Good". We who remember will never forget  You and your joyous flugelhorn....

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In chambers of the mind, we store each day, Each lesson wrapped in wonder, fear, or joy. What matters most will never fade away. The smell of chalk, the light at morning's ray, First bicycle, first book, beloved toy In chambers of the mind, we store each day. Not facts alone, but how they came to stay: The teacher's smile, the moment...

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(Voice of a Broken Lineage) Before your first cry kissed Florida’s air, Two weary souls crossed oceans of despair— Your parents, Cuban hearts in exile, Arrived in 1956, not with riches, But with hope wrapped in trembling hands. They fled the storm, not to breed silence— But to gift you a voice sharp as justice. And yet, what song do you sing now, Marco...

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i love this love that brings out the sacred and vulnerable that can be tuned into and let out as art in its rawest and deepest forms i love the love that turns walls to dust where sweet rays dont rust! thank god for that, i remember and smile i love this love where i can be unafraid and let myself freely fall in this...

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