Memories Poems
Swansea,the first time
by Mario Odekerken
The first time I came to Swansea,
I was in uniform,aboard Hr.Ms. Overijssel D 815-
a destroyer of the Royal Dutch Navy.
No grand welcome,no flags or cheers.
Only the sea,carrying us gently
as if it already knew we were coming.
The town was simply there-
without boasting, without explanation.
Rising quietly from the land,
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Just Strangers With Memories
by Anisha Nyambe
We're not friends, not enemies,
just strangers with memories
loosely hanging on the wall;
silently awaiting to die and fall.
Pass me by and remember to forget
a pausing moment you wish to regret.
Our eyes shall meet
and we shall shuffle our feet
when the smile we try to form
is the exact opposite of norm.
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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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105. Unfinished
by Kea Campbell
Subconscious hope—subliminal trust.
Broadcasted smiles, complementing valediction.
“See you later” not guaranteed.
Planning for tomorrow: weeks, months, years.
Units measured by every morning not promised.
Personified love—lit by life.
Standing at the doorway of a room stowed in stacked boxes.
Opening a journal, reliving heavy or joyous memories nearly forgotten.
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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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In der Illusion meines Seins
by Mario Odekerken
Ich streckte meinen Arm aus
und dachte,ich würde dich berühren,
doch es waren nur meine Gedanken,
die mich glauben ließen,
du wärst da.
Dein Name schwebte
irgendwo zwischen Erinnerung und Hoffnung,
in der Stille des Raumes,
der noch immer deinen Atem zu
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Houthem,waar de tijd zacht zingt
by Mario Odekerken
In 't dal waar Geul haar liedjes vlecht,
ligt houthem,stil en trouw gehecht
aan heuvels,bomen,eeuwen oud,
waar zonlicht gouden dromen houdt.
Een dorp van klokken, traag van gang,
waar ochtendmist de velden lang
omhult in zachte,zilvren glans,
een plek geboren uit balans.
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De Esdoornlaan
by Mario Odekerken
In Mariadorp ligt een laan,
waar de bomen zich buigen over verhalen
die niemand nog hardop vertelt.
Hier werd mijn moeder geboren,
in een huis waar het ochtendlicht
langs de vensterbank gleed
alsof het haar naam kende.
De zon streek over de rode dakpannen,
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105. Unfinished
by Kea Campbell
Subconscious hope—subliminal trust.
Broadcasted smiles, complementing valediction.
“See you later” not guaranteed.
Planning for tomorrow: weeks, months, years.
Units measured by every morning not promised.
Personified love—lit by life.
Standing at the doorway of a room stowed in stacked boxes.
Opening a journal, reliving heavy or joyous memories nearly forgotten.
......
Swansea,the first time
by Mario Odekerken
The first time I came to Swansea,
I was in uniform,aboard Hr.Ms. Overijssel D 815-
a destroyer of the Royal Dutch Navy.
No grand welcome,no flags or cheers.
Only the sea,carrying us gently
as if it already knew we were coming.
The town was simply there-
without boasting, without explanation.
Rising quietly from the land,
......
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Mary Jacqueline Simon Moo (2 poems about Memories)
Jacqueline S. Moore] (1926-2002 / Hannibal, Missouri, -
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