Remembering Poems - Poems about Remembering

Remembering Jane “Oh Lord, Won’t You Buy Me A Color TV.” A Genius In Spirit, A Saturated Soul. All The Standard Methods Served To Aid Her In Forming A Beautiful PEARL. Her And Her Bigger Brothers Had All The TV They Needed… That Wasn’t What She Really Asked For, I Guess… Nobody Called Her Jane… Sweet Jane. All Her Friends We’re Finally “Driven Away.” There Is So Much Empty Space Left To Somehow Try And Fill In: My Ultra...

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I heard a song that took me back The lake in '85 Almost like I was still there And she was still alive I listened and I sang along Then heard her voice so clear Singing with me, in my head As if she was right here She left me all those years ago It wasn't in our plans I held her as she closed...

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Four and a half years ago we lost a fine poet, a knightly gentleman, and a friend to many of us. I'm reposting my tribute to him today. Warrior is an adjective used for a hero or a knight I knew one, briefly, whose wings have taken flight Not just a fine poet was John,...

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When we parted at the airport you left a part of you behind, Your scent Lingering still on my shirts, my clothes my hands. I crushed them to my face and breathed you in, my eyes closed, remembering you. You smelled like lemons and flowers and strawberries. You filled the room, every room with the scent of you,then...

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Remembering the frantic little boy with strawberry blond hair who didn't say boo Nonverbal (though he could talk) most of his responses happened to be witnessed as his characteristic and courtesy enigmatic trademark shoulder shrug. If born free and clear today skilled professional diagnosticians employed within the mental health field, would probably unanimously agree he met criteria as high functioning autistic spectrum predicated upon withdrawn and introverted behavior classic...

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REMEMBERING JOSEPH FRANCIS GRATES JOE AND MY HUSBAND SERVED TOGETHER IN VIETNAM 101 SCREAMING EAGLES HE WAS ACTUALLY A MAYOR AT ANYRATE HE WAS A BIG PART OF OUR MARRIAGE ACTUALLY WE WOULD SIT FOR HOURS AT THE KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS THE OLD BUILDING BINGO SOCIAL GATHERINGS I AM TOTALLY REMINDED OF THE KINDNESS JOE...

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on a sizzling august afternoon the glitter on the water scintillates tapdancing on a hot griddle till a cool breeze reaches the shore and loosely sways the braids of an old weeping willow as if to a sweet nostalgic rhythm AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Submitted on June 11, 2025 for contest YOUR CHOICE X sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - Honorable...

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Walking South on the beach in front of Doral I heard a woman sing ... “If you put the man back in romance I’ll put the lay back in lady” Catching up to her I asked where she first heard the song She said: “It’s mine do you like it? It still needs more work I was hoping this walk would enchant or inspire” At the Fontainebleau I said: “I do very much Let me help...

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aquamarine exudes that dreamy state of happiness carrying with it the glitter of the sun while stirring memories of the sea AP: 2nd place 2025...

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REMEMBERING UNCLE DOUG: (Written by Michelle L. LeBlanc 05/24/2025) Your love will always be remembered As will your heart for family & friends Thank you for your love and kindness And your heart to give a helping hand Though today your ashes are buried in the soil Your love is deposited in our hearts And although we may not see...

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I THANK YOU FOR YOUR COMPASSION AND KINDNESS FOR DISABLED VETERANS AND THEIR DISABLED FAMILIES MY DIRE NEED HAD BECOME INTENSE DUE TO MY WORK WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI AFTER BEING INFORMED THAT MY CHILDREN AND I WERE IN GREAT DANGER OVER ARSON MURDERER OF 9 PERSONS I WORKED FOR THE NAVY ARMY...

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Some people's lives paint history books with darkness, travesty, and evil. Many other people, although worthy of note, go unnoticed and unmentioned. There is a lady of note to whom I wish to respectfully give honor and thanks. Upon hearing of Mrs. Bixby's plight and grief, in 1863, President Abraham Lincoln wrote her a letter of condolences. Mr. Lincoln also spoke of his gratitude for...

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for only a day once, so long ago, we ran through plowed fields, barely missing sharp glass fragments and jagged rocks and never missing opportunities to laugh and stumble over one another it was easy to hide from approaching cars and imaginary pirates swinging galvanized swords tears and blood were hidden in mud streaks and wishes drowned in grass roots where summer days covered...

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I was only about four years old when I saw my mother crying Two soldiers at our front door said something about him dying When they left mom took me to one side and she said to me "Daddy's never coming home" I said "Mom, why isn't he"?. That afternoon all our relatives came to our house to see...

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I’m tired of all the hate in the world…including mine! It’s something I wish we could rid ourselves of…. So today a poem for those us, who for whatever reason… have forgotten the true meaning of love. The signs of love are all around us…present from the moment of our birth. They greet us every moment of every day we...

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