Remembered Poems - Poems about Remembered

I remember in every detail the kitchen where my grandmother worked while helping out at my uncle’s convenience store. There was just a flimsy curtain separating the living quarters; a bell would announce when customers walked in. I remember that big window by the table where there was a tiny 6” tv and the far corner where once in a while she would pull...

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I remember, I remember the pain, I remember the fear. The loss, the anger, the hurt. Friendships I thought might last forever, Torn apart too soon. People I loved now lost to me. Years ago, I wrote a letter, An old song from the depths of my heart. In this letter, I recall The crushing, clenching pain. I thought it was gone, old and fixed, Oh...

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May we be blessed to understand the only way to be remembered as a person who is compassionate, loving and kind… Is to actually be a person who is compassionate, loving, and kind. ...

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My memories of you still linger, Them my heart holds tight. You simply vanished in the wind, You and your love lost from sight. In my dreams I see you smile, But wake up to your empty place. From habit I reach out to nothing, Leaving this hollow and painful space. Time may heal me if I could let go, I'm stuck where our...

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In silence, I now sit inside your room as doleful fingers strike piano keys, and beauty soars like roses, red, in bloom. The weight of life, your heart and mind, it flees. A sad, foreboding melody does loom. I muse as I remember times like these - just thirty-seven years on earth, not long. Tonight, I hear your sad piano...

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tear stained hazel eyes forgiving arms await homebound baby steps...

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Join me, friend, in a rhyme of the painful and sublime, as I remember every late December in my sixty-sixth Christmas time.  Joy and sadness, unsurpassed like a magnifying glass - I recall my spirit rise and fall before a decorated tree, so tall, remembering Christmas past. With my favorite toy I'd play, or alone, my love had gone away - sometimes blessed, sometimes cursed. Either way, my...

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Sometimes back, I used to be... A role without a model, a student without success, Where “sounds great” was a phrase I struggled to express. But sometimes back, I used to be... A star in my childhood memory, Chasing dreams without courage, not quite brave, not quite free. Sometimes back, I used to be... Lovable, tangled with awkward unity, Where harmonious smiles lifted...

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One thing that always makes me smile living life from a host of Januarys to Decembers is knowing how no moment that has past… and no person who is gone will ever be lost to us… as long as they’re remembered. ...

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Nineteen hundred and sixty-one, was a strobogrammatic year. It will be six thousand and nine, ‘til the next time that will appear. It started off aggressively, Ike told Cuba to go to Hell. We ain’t talking to you no more, not buying what you got to sell. He then warned us Americans, beware a military coupe. Handed the reigns to JFK, told John, now it...

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[44]" It is sown a natural body; it is raised a spiritual body. There is a natural body, and there is a spiritual body. [46] Howbeit that was not first which is spiritual, but that which is natural; and afterward that which is spiritual." 1 Corinthians 15 "We all begin as winners in the race to fertilize. So...

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If you want people to remember you- leave your mark...

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The waves crash upon the shore evermore, As my soul sinks deep into my darkest friend. No sup to sop my ache, my scorn, with better bitter sin no more yet-gain. So burn, love, burn until fictitious grin some more, As sands drip and thoughts whip, Like wind through gorge on whim. Vapid values bloom in the...

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. there were no shnaps crishhsps cracks'uv dead twigz or leafs 'twuz her redolence ...

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It’s a lesson I learned in grade school that still echoes in my mind… A lesson on the sadness and cruelty of prejudice… and the joys of being compassionate and kind… A large new student entered our close-knit world and as was our cruel and childish rule of thumb… immediately we had a name for him…we called him Big and...

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