Memories Poems
An Elephant never forgets
by Author Reinvented
"An Elephant never forgets", they say.
An Elephant never forgets.
From the moment they're born
Sixty to seventy years more,
And yet an Elephant never forgets.
I think about how an Elephant never forgets,
No, an Elephant never forgets.
Their mother's embrace,
Their favored drinking place,
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When We Were Kids
by Khayelihle Bongiswa Gamedze
We built some houses with some sticks,
And others built them with some straws.
We ran to houses built with bricks,
Running from a giant paw.
We ran down streets with police cars,
And flew up high with magic coats.
We raced with cars in streets of tar,
And in the sea with Pirate boats.
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Remember me
by Sara Brull
Remember me as the morning birds start to call
Remember the nights that turned into mornings at parties, festivals and all
Remember me in the rich smell of coffee
Remember me as the radio plays that song from a time we had it all
Remember me as the ocean laps the shore
Remember me also as the ocean swells and writhes with a storm
Remember me on a still hot sunny day
Remember me in daisy chains at play
Remember me when you hit the bars and clubs
Remember me in a ice cream sundae
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Remember Me
by Khayelihle Bongiswa Gamedze
Do not stand on my grave and weep,
Those are just stones, it is not me.
I am the thousand memories we shared together.
I am the million stars we stared at night.
I am that smile in your face that will stay forever.
I am that morning joy, that midnight fight.
I am eight lines of a short poem,
And I am the sestet that finishes a love sonnet.
Do not stand on my tomb and cry,
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The Dilemma
by Rahul Ranaganath
Hey Butterfly, I know
You’re in the middle of something,
being stuck on the verge
hidden between the lines of dilemma.
I am not tired of waiting
I had the bricks of emotions,
and the sand of long lasting memories.
I have built a wall I cannot climb over
Trapping me inside, can’t even escape.
You know? being a flower
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Memories of Better Days
by Mario Odekerken
In the quiet of morning,
light bends through the window
as if it remembers
how it once touched your face.
The air carries a scent
that does not belong to today,
warm bread,
salt from the sea,
laughter carried in the folds of a summer shirt.
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Wenn die Stimme aus der Vergangenheit nicht mehr gehört wird
by Mario Odekerken
Wenn die Stimme aus der Vergangenheit
nicht mehr gehört wird,
bleiben nur Bilder zurück,
die langsam verblassen
wie Staub im Sonnenlicht.
Worte verlieren ihr Gewicht,
wenn sie niemand mehr trägt.
Die Räume, in denen sie einst widerhallten,
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When the voice from the past is no longer heard
by Mario Odekerken
When the voice from the past
is no longer heard,
only images remain,
slowly fading
like dust in sunlight.
Words lose their weight
when no one carries them anymore.
The rooms where they once echoed
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Als de stem uit het verleden niet meer gehoord wordt
by Mario Odekerken
Als de stem uit het verleden niet meer
gehoord wordt,
blijven er alleen beelden achter
die langzaam vervagen
zoals stof in zonlicht.
Woorden verliezen hun gewicht
wanneer niemand ze nog draagt.
De kamers waar ze ooit weerklonken
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Sehnsucht nach den sanften Hügeln Schlesiens
by Mario Odekerken
Ich erinnere mich
nicht an ein einzelnes Bild,
sondern an ein Gefühl,
das zwischen den Hügeln atmete.
Die Luft war still,
als hielte sie etwas Festes,
etwas,das verloren ging,
ohne laut zu verschwinden.
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Mary Jacqueline Simon Moo (2 poems about Memories)
Jacqueline S. Moore] (1926-2002 / Hannibal, Missouri, -
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