Memory Simile Poems | Examples
These Memory Simile poems are examples of Simile poems about Memory. These are the best examples of Simile Memory poems written by international poets.
Like the waves of a storm-swept gray sea
breakers rushing furiously toward me
Thrashing recollections of what once was
memories that will nevermore be
If Australia was a poem
It would be written in galloping Iambic
Full of characters leaning toward the laconic
Every line a simile, every name a diminutive
If Australia was a poem
It would be a sun drenched beach
A perpetual holiday of non-stop mate-ship,
good-natured joke telling and weekend BBQ’s
If Australia was a poem
It’s lines would start out leafy, ending in spinnifex,
head out of the big smoke to beyond the Black Stump
No matter what happened in between-
“She’d be right mate.
If Australia was a poem
It would be flowing like the landscape
It would speak to you of far away,
of scented , sun warmed winds and
distant shades of green and grey.
If Australia was a poem
I’d keep it close to heart
It’s familiar lines of birdsong and patriotic verse,
mingling in memory this land-my home.
When memories are memories long-lost,
and when infancy's twilight hides what feels
like lifetimes in half-dreamt dreams, sleep storm-tossed
surrenders glimpses of childhood's ideals
now only half-remembered. It is these,
that I dislodge from my still obscure past
(existing despite the present's dis-ease),
before life as an outcast unsurpassed.
Like echoes from out of immortal time,
mnemonic ghosts appear and disappear;
and now are fixed in everlasting rhyme,
writ on earth under this celestial sphere.
And since upon remembrance of things past,
my late innocence returns at long last!
Catch that love
When it glides gleefully like a rock dove
Doesn't it cover the desolate abyss
Or gives love to see our bliss?
It speaks, greatest of speakers
Words that beacon ingenuity to goal seekers
Healing wounds of gloom and torture
Conjuring messages that plant upright posture
From where is a song of poignancy to heart?
Lyrics the devotional river that wash dirt
The inviolable tones whispered in souls
From whose tear-jerking lines a memory strolls
Ain't it the tranquil shade to weary spirit?
Deep firm root, we relish gaily in it
Its fruits ripen against the cruel sun
And whose sweetness we enjoy with fun
'Tis the river whose waters douse for our thirst
With springs that fuse fissures to close bursts
To the parched land t'give abiding solution
And the souls' ride it flows to destination
Like a star, 'tis brightest in dark moment
In occluded dark burrow it lights for movement
Sequin-silvery light glistening hearts with hope
And by it darkened eyes see beyond scope
Like the wisp of a
fragrance
So is the memory
of the dead
only seared by time
But in the hearts of
loved ones
they are tombstones
erected as memorabilia
Remembrance only for
the love hearted;
And not as famous
as Rembrandt.
Don't play a dirge, when I'm no longer
Cozy dreams and fickle nights we used to ponder
Shut down the roads; close off that phone,
For I am no more.
Hold not a vigil, even though we're really prone
Rather, just say a few happy things,
A poem or two that are far from gloom
With a few friends and then lay under the stars
Where you'll remember me, as the anchor to your heart
Like the moon always holds the stars.
My everlasting North, my lighthouse
You are the anchor to my soul
Remember me for my smiles like the calm in the night
And not for my hurt and anger like those raging tempests
Although I may seem far
Look at the night sky, you see our star
Remember that I'll be near
Even though I won't be here.
Like that simple kiss in December
That we always seem to remember
My heart knows not of extravagant things.
So light a candle in my memory, only one.
Though cozy dreams and fickle nights we used to ponder.
Don't play a dirge, when I'm more longer.
How often does your childhood memories
Haunt you? Deep asleep?
When you awake at dawn? Halfway through
The Rubicon of your daydreams?
In the thick of solitude, or just when
You wax nostalgic with your folks?
Do you hold happy ones so dear you wish to
Turn back the hands of time and relive them?
Do you remember them vividly
Or do they clog your memory like a fog?
How long do they fade into oblivion
Before they spring back again like a boomerang?
Do they keep lingering and floating
In your mind like a cloud, or do they
Steal away as quick as a flash of lightning?
Do the unpleasant ones stick to
Your mind like metal sticks to magnet
Or do they escape like grains of sand do
When squeezed tightly under a clenched fist?
Date written and posted: 01/18/2018
the weary sun slowly retired
to the waiting horizon
completing his daily chores
and his tomorrow assured
the night gracefully watched
the fingernail moon peaking out
and clouds teased
as her circadian struggle
to fulfillment began
the carnival of night creatures
celebrated their liberation
and the flora welcomed cooling dew
as ebony aromas filled the air:
capturing the nocturnal scene
we surrendered
savoring sweet sable dreams
To Virginia with Love
Your being first
Became a bitter sweet
Victory
Leaving a shamed keloid
On the face of history; and
Now each day’s a Nebuchadnezzar
Dawning; and in tomorrow’s tomorrow
You will overcome
Spawning peace, love and unity
In the oneness of your diversity.
N.B.: Forgiven but not forgotten,
I’m beginning to love you.
In our lives you were forever,
to make us cry, no never.
So many things that you did,
you made us all feel like a kid.
Every word you ever spoke,
somehow turned into a joke.
A special gift you had somehow,
I guess God must need it now.
He sent you to Angels above,
remember it's you we'll always love.
If it was loose, you would tighten the rope,
after all you were Bob Hope.
We're all so grateful for all you gave,
the crazy ways you would behave.
So may I say from many,
"Thanks for the Memory!"
Simile
my love is like
old men strumming
fingers on table
to ancient tunes
at VFW Friday nights;
between tales of old wars
in forgotten places.
BE
Be like the rain
that moistens the parch land
and revives the earth
Be like the wind
that blows gently on hot days
and gives comfort
Be like the water
that quenches thirst
and brings relief
Be like the sun
that brightens the day
after the night
Be like the ocean
vast and limitless
and deep
Be like the sky
wide, open
and unbounded
Be like the moon
that glows with beauty
Be like the star
that sparkles brightly
Be like the season
that brings color
and leaves a beautiful memory
A dream on my mind.
A far distant memory.
A smile on my lips.
Not a day goes by
that I don't remember you.
A castle in my heart was made for you,
from the nightmares, to guard you.
As the cold breeze passing through sings,
wrapped you, shielding with my wings,
when he came sneaky in the night,
the grim reaper, he dares might.
with a slash from his scythe,
he took my wings too.
Flightless, wandering lost,
tired, fell kissing the dirt.
Woke up one morning,
in the middle of the woods.
Down on my knees, pleading you,
"Dear brother! one word from you will do."
For now I know what love is?
but none I have to share it with.