Remembering Poems - Poems about Remembering

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health field, would probably unanimously agree he met criteria as high functioning autistic spectrum predicated upon withdrawn and introverted behavior classic...

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MY FATHER'S HANDS I remember my father’s hands as a plumber’s hands—fiercely strong, calloused, rough, knuckle-battered, and dirty after a long-day’s work. Those hands shoveled; unclogged drains and toilets; repaired leaks; and installed pipes, commodes, and bathtubs. Those hands provided. I remember my father’s hands as a fisherman’s hands—perfectly patient, tenacious, self-confident, and unwavering as he...

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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 Submitted on June 11, 2025 for contest YOUR CHOICE X sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - Honorable Mention 2025...

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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...

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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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The static crackle, a prelude in the air, A world unseen about to bloom right there. That old wood radio, a centerpiece so grand, Where voices gathered from a distant land. No pictures needed, no visual display, Just sound and story stealing you away. The creaking door, the whispered urgent plea, Imagination painted what you couldn't...

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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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Leaf falls, marks the year, Like rings inside the old tree, Past in gentle breeze. ©bfa042825 ...

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The lights dimmed low, a hush descended near, A single spotlight banishing all fear Or so we hoped, a tremor in the hand, Before the host in this enchanted land. The music swelled, a heartbeat in the air, Each rising note, a burden hard to bear. A question flashed, a choice of letters four, A million dreams upon that fragile floor. Remember Regis...

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