Remembering Poems
Dear known stranger
by Aditi Hayaran
To the part of a beautiful journey
Who was never the destination,
I still have a part of you
You'll never be forgotten.
If I say I don't miss you
That's surely a lie,
I wish I could stop the time
Which continues to fly.
......
The Spaces In Between
by Schafer Bailey
“Good things come and go”
A pretty anarchist said to him
her white knuckles brushing
stringy brunette hair from her forehead
“But they always come”
She let out a sigh he could feel in his bones
and it reverberated to his core
She told me of the magic she found in this world
of spells we cast upon ourselves
......
Remembering Until...
by RW Stauter
I heard a song that took me back
The lake in ‘85
Almost like we were still there
And she was still alive
I listened and I sang along
Then heard her voice so clear
Singing with me, in my head
As if she was right here
......
If you forget me
by Mario Odekerken
If you forget me,
let it be like the tide forgetting the shore--
slow,inevitable,
but never cruel.
Let it not be silence that swallows my name,
but the soft blur of time
rubbing gently at the edges
of what we were.
......
Voices from the past
by Mario Odekerken
They whisper through walls of stone,
etched into the dust of forgotten rooms.
Each word an echo,
no longer waiting for an answer.
The air carries their breath,
scattered among shadows of what once was.
A footstep on wooden boards
awakens memories that never died.
......
Dear known stranger
by Aditi Hayaran
To the part of a beautiful journey
Who was never the destination,
I still have a part of you
You'll never be forgotten.
If I say I don't miss you
That's surely a lie,
I wish I could stop the time
Which continues to fly.
......
If you forget me
by Mario Odekerken
If you forget me,
let it be like the tide forgetting the shore--
slow,inevitable,
but never cruel.
Let it not be silence that swallows my name,
but the soft blur of time
rubbing gently at the edges
of what we were.
......
Remembering Until...
by RW Stauter
I heard a song that took me back
The lake in ‘85
Almost like we were still there
And she was still alive
I listened and I sang along
Then heard her voice so clear
Singing with me, in my head
As if she was right here
......
In de schaduw van jou afwezigheid
by Mario Odekerken
In de stilte van de ochtend
waar jouw stem niet langer woont,
fluistert de wind je naam
alsof he nooit bent weggegaan.
In de schaduw van jouw afwezigheid
hoor ik je nog steeds-
een lach die door mijn herinneringen
zachtjes heen beweegt.
......
Voices from the past
by Mario Odekerken
They whisper through walls of stone,
etched into the dust of forgotten rooms.
Each word an echo,
no longer waiting for an answer.
The air carries their breath,
scattered among shadows of what once was.
A footstep on wooden boards
awakens memories that never died.
......
