Remember Me Poems - Poems about Remember Me

I did not come to win the world— I came to feel it bleed. To taste the silence in the hungry mouth, To weep where no one dared to read. To my family— You held my name like worn cloth, never quite knowing what I was stitched to become. But I loved you more than I could say. I only wanted to bring...

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A major street along the country A place minds are calmed, Listening to Holy word And words of wisdom into heart A Holy place created by Heavenly Father To turn us into good And away from evil...

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A tree birthed in girl's heart behind the window Wherever, however, old Aspens are made — And God was in green's time, Christ coming in gold. The solo leaf that before my look just swayed — She dropped in the dark, though would her lost life grow. While at Autumn's end, I remember her shade — Tree limbs...

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One day… After the fires are done And the water has carried all maps away… Someone will find you. Not to save... To name again. And then, you will remember You were not lost....

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in the night air your perfume lingering ~ the thought of you sweet ...

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Raggedy Army As morning bathes in spring sunshine A raggedy army stands in line. Unkempt and ragtag, oddly sized, Unarranged, disorganised. Red, a splash among the grey A new parade at dawn each day. Some heads drooping, some held high, A handful gazing at the sky. Fresh and bright to start the morning, Most won’t see a new day’s dawning. In summer’s heat, the same routine...

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My high school reunion: old classmates, old friends, old adversaries, old strangers meet after decades trying to discern who's who, who's lived, who's passed, who's disappeared... lost youth commemorated... survival celebrated....

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“Don’t go there – steer away from it!” he said. “You’ll turn your gaze away (that’s if you’re wise). The black hole on the screen you’ve got your eyes on, which seems appealing, floating in the murk, confers no blessing. Love is just a curse. Enticing, yes – but when push comes to shove, the only day you’re free is when...

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Isn’t it odd? All of the little things that remain in our little brains? One day, you’ll be walking down the street, just minding your own business, when suddenly you’ll stop. A sight, A sound, A scent, A memory, Something you have never seen, heard, smelt, or even experienced before will catch your incomplete attention so completely. And send you to the most magical of places. Something from your childhood, Something from the small town you drove through last autumn. Something...

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On golden shores waves were crashing Beams of sunlight, I saw flashing and stopped rowing. I stilled my oars. Waves were crashing on golden shores Gulls shrieked while the wind was blowing I stilled my oars and stopped rowing. Morning skies turned blue as dawn peeked While the wind was blowing, gulls shrieked. When daylight broke, I thought of you. As dawn peeked, morning...

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Jumping timelines, Creating this design, Weaving a web to combine, Multiples of beings that shine, While I intertwine with the Divine, Bringing them all on line, A sign of the end, To an old frame of mind, Weaving webs of their own kind, Leaving treasures to find, For those walking blind, Through the web of...

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Remember the picnics one day they’ll be gone with only a memory to blanket the green For...

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When business dons the mask of politics, it ceases to build — it begins to conquer. Elon, you were an architect of the invisible — a builder of empires no eye could fully grasp. But now, you have entered the Roman forum, where applause is short-lived, and daggers are hidden in roses. You played the game of gods, but politics is not for...

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Her big beautiful eyes were piercing me up and close Her playful smile playing all over, vainly trying to prepare me But, as always, in a trance I lay, heart pounding, mind blanked out. Completely unaware of everything, except her unabashedly gorgeous presence. Moments passed, without a word, without an act Didn't know it was that typical lull before the...

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In life’s wake Are trailing memories, Born from dreams With life’s bow fixed Toward an unseen horizon. Willed by bold stroke, The soul is set afloat Down a river never traveled— A river of doubt. Drifting Under the dark forest canopy The cacophony, Nature’s chorus, Is unusually silent. Only imagination’s din Echoes in the ears, Stirring the heart. An unuttered presage Taming hubris With its humbling message. On the liquid canvas Are sketches of nature Flowing past, Giving...

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