Reminisces Poems - Poems about Reminisces

Owl reminisces her days of being a human Looks longingly at mother holding her child close Remembering the feeling of that warmth Recalling the love from her children The moon has brought back her memories Something lost in the daytime during sleep She takes another forever after peek through the window Hoping to regain her humanness in her next lifetime...

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Thoughts playing… these reminisces. Remembering when we were young. A meal with a bottle where candlelight softens. The times in the days we’d found love. So many memories. We know where our truth is. The years changed almost everything except for our love. We live for each other. We love one another no matter what clouds cover the sun. These reminisces,...

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Words shroud my memory  Of late spring that we broke The glasses of wine  With beauty so bespoke Words shroud my memory Of the time we last met The benign soul  The beat within... Words shroud my memory Of love that remains Lost in ponder A vacuum it creates  Words shroud my memory  The last moment we met The capering towers Of a heart deep within Words shroud my memory For the...

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Memories of then wrapped up in a thought, Tucked away in her mind, Memories of music and dancing and laughs, Tattooed to her mental inside, And she quietly sits alone and in peace, Re-watching in clear black and white, Enjoying the moments that made up her life, The moments of each day and each night, Because they’re all that...

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There was poetry in her deliverance as she was swathed by butterflies, whilst cosmoses glinted 'tween tranquil transcendency furthermost harmoniously fluttered reminisces like a flower gently unfolding, flourishing a deeper kinda nectar...

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Cognac & Brandy recollections, sublime warmth 'tween smoky exhaled vapors, wisps of Madagascar aromatics & blazes of Autumn firesides amidst a French Château fantasy, dipped in honeysuckle reminisces of...

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Hank lounged on his porch watchin' the sun slowly sinkin' in the west. He'd cowboyed for nigh on sixty years and figgered he'd done his best. Hank and his faithful hoss Old Dan was now enjoyin' their leisure years, And he had time to recall his ranchin' days while tossin' back some beers! He was so bow-legged from ridin'...

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