Memories Poems
Gone
by Amy PetersenDeleted
Continue readingBrookville Summers
by Kevin Schroeder
The creek was cool beneath the sun,
Its waters sparkled, our laugh begun.
We dove and splashed in endless play,
Wolf Creek kept the heat at bay.
Golden Gate’s diamond called our names,
Where dust flew wild in epic timeless games.
The crack of the bat, the cheers, the grin,
Moments carved deep, where dreams begin.
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scrolling reminiscence
by Rikske Kessner
a journey begins as
a spark in the mind
one that found its form
in a box of coloured slides
whose wood tangs humid air
and sepia photographs fading
in yellowed cellophane film
pages now replaced by screens
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Let Us
by Anisha Nyambe
Let us use straw to make gold
and stone to carve diamond rings
Your tears to form crystals
and our misery to brew priceless wine.
Let us make ink from our mistakes
and a pencil from our missed opportunities.
Let us use silence to make noise
and noise to use our violent voices.
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If only I had known
by Raina Hutchins
If only I had known I’d never hear your voice again
Or hear you whisper sweetly in my ear
I’d memorise each word of love you ever said to me
So when I'm all alone, your voice I’ll hear
If only I had known it was the last time I would see
The man I love with all my heart and soul
I would have held on tighter and kept you close to me
And never would have ever let you go
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Walking down memory lane
by Mario Odekerken
The air feels heavier here,
thick with whispers of what was.
Each step stirs the dust of old laughter,
fragments of a voice,
a smile suspended in time.
Leaves curl around forgotten paths,
their rustling a language I used to know.
Faces appear in the corners of my vision,
familiar yet unreachable,
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Gone
by Amy PetersenDeleted
Continue readingBrookville Summers
by Kevin Schroeder
The creek was cool beneath the sun,
Its waters sparkled, our laugh begun.
We dove and splashed in endless play,
Wolf Creek kept the heat at bay.
Golden Gate’s diamond called our names,
Where dust flew wild in epic timeless games.
The crack of the bat, the cheers, the grin,
Moments carved deep, where dreams begin.
......
scrolling reminiscence
by Rikske Kessner
a journey begins as
a spark in the mind
one that found its form
in a box of coloured slides
whose wood tangs humid air
and sepia photographs fading
in yellowed cellophane film
pages now replaced by screens
......
The Portrait is Left Unfinished
by Lee-Ann Azzopardi
I remember yr kisses were sweet
As a box of chocolates
And yr eyes painted me with unconditional love
But the portrait is left unfinished
You left without a word
Leaving me without feelings
Except the dread of being alone
As the solitude plagues my mind
Eating my memories of the happiness we shared
However, it's the only thing I have left
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Mary Jacqueline Simon Moo (2 poems about Memories)
Jacqueline S. Moore] (1926-2002 / Hannibal, Missouri, -
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