Poems About Memories Seeking Honest Critique
#memories
Poems about memories seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
the rose
Pricking my finger on the rose thorn
I saw my blood for the first time
Stinging endlessly
I cleaned it
My mother asked me
What had happened
Early that morning
I told her
How the pain off the thorn
Stung my finger
She kissed it softly
The rose was red
Violets were blue
The thorns dropped softly
From the rain and dew
the thorns were everywhere
But sitting there they called
The garden which this rise had laid
Was like stars chosen
Placed perfectly
Next to the moon
My finger still stung
The rise was the...
I saw my blood for the first time
Stinging endlessly
I cleaned it
My mother asked me
What had happened
Early that morning
I told her
How the pain off the thorn
Stung my finger
She kissed it softly
The rose was red
Violets were blue
The thorns dropped softly
From the rain and dew
the thorns were everywhere
But sitting there they called
The garden which this rise had laid
Was like stars chosen
Placed perfectly
Next to the moon
My finger still stung
The rise was the...
#mother
#rose
#uplifting
#memories
#nostalgia
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Happy Fathers Day
Happy Fathers day to a father that was there from the beginning,
but since you got sick life hasn't just changed for us,
but has gotten harder.
There's not much I can do for you,
but be your little girl.
I cherish all the memories we made from going bike riding all over Brooklyn,
to lining up wine glasses and shooting them.
I don't know when you'll go,
but I love you,
and even though you don't remember my name I know deep down you still know who I am,
and that I'm you little girl.
I love you dad!
but since you got sick life hasn't just changed for us,
but has gotten harder.
There's not much I can do for you,
but be your little girl.
I cherish all the memories we made from going bike riding all over Brooklyn,
to lining up wine glasses and shooting them.
I don't know when you'll go,
but I love you,
and even though you don't remember my name I know deep down you still know who I am,
and that I'm you little girl.
I love you dad!
#FathersDay
#memories
#illness
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Hills Of College
Longing to hear child-born melodies,
that ebb and flow over Hills of College.
Reluctant to teach, crafts of death
to the brighter Angel of my Brother’s nature.
I walked in fields, dressed in hunter’s wear,
Not to cull, but to protect myself from sport-death.
Solace in solitude, life felt in death-cold,
unhaunted in this childhood place.
Speeding over snow fields, my nephew’s voice
singing joy over the ice cloaked wind.
Absorbing sweet sorrowed parting from that Angel,
who knew what was best for a soul recovery, thanks.
...
that ebb and flow over Hills of College.
Reluctant to teach, crafts of death
to the brighter Angel of my Brother’s nature.
I walked in fields, dressed in hunter’s wear,
Not to cull, but to protect myself from sport-death.
Solace in solitude, life felt in death-cold,
unhaunted in this childhood place.
Speeding over snow fields, my nephew’s voice
singing joy over the ice cloaked wind.
Absorbing sweet sorrowed parting from that Angel,
who knew what was best for a soul recovery, thanks.
...
#nature
#memories
#nostalgia #childhood
#nostalgia #childhood
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Everything is an Illusion.
I never lived ordinarily,
I moved every season.
Mom never told me why,
I didn't want the reasons.
We never had the money
to blow on fancy cars.
We never knew of Fathers Day,
not since we lost ours.
You and I have the same eyes,
and you outgrew me fast.
I hate seeing you move on,
leaving me still perched on the grass.
On the yard where we lived first,
in this forsaken state.
22 houses we crashed,
and now we anticipate another gate.
One more house we won't stay in,
another pet that just won't live.
Now...
I moved every season.
Mom never told me why,
I didn't want the reasons.
We never had the money
to blow on fancy cars.
We never knew of Fathers Day,
not since we lost ours.
You and I have the same eyes,
and you outgrew me fast.
I hate seeing you move on,
leaving me still perched on the grass.
On the yard where we lived first,
in this forsaken state.
22 houses we crashed,
and now we anticipate another gate.
One more house we won't stay in,
another pet that just won't live.
Now...
#brother
#childhood
#memories
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This Quiet Cemetery
As a boy I'd walk my dog
On a hot and sunny Summer day
Seeking shade beneath a tree
Seeking peace within the quiet cemetery
In the Winter with my friends
We would sleigh-ride down the snowy hill
Laughing and shouting in fun
Breaking the quiet of the cemetery
Seasons changed along with me
But the secret bench was always there
Whenever escape was sought
There was peace within the quiet cemetery
The sound of snow flakes landing
Brings an inner calmness to my soul
For John Lennon's silent vigil
I traveled back to the quiet...
On a hot and sunny Summer day
Seeking shade beneath a tree
Seeking peace within the quiet cemetery
In the Winter with my friends
We would sleigh-ride down the snowy hill
Laughing and shouting in fun
Breaking the quiet of the cemetery
Seasons changed along with me
But the secret bench was always there
Whenever escape was sought
There was peace within the quiet cemetery
The sound of snow flakes landing
Brings an inner calmness to my soul
For John Lennon's silent vigil
I traveled back to the quiet...
#winter
#silence
#memories #graveyard
#memories #graveyard
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pink rose
A single pink rose,
The symbol of our love,
Now the image is burned in my mind,
A reminder of words written above.
I bought you one,
For valentines day,
It wilted and died,
The second you walked away.
The color faded,
Like the happiness from my life,
I lost my world,
All that was left was a knife.
Into my arm,
I carve a rose,
A reminder of the nights we shared,
I miss those.
In my heart,
There will remain a place for you,
I can't forget,
No matter how much I want to.
The symbol of our love,
Now the image is burned in my mind,
A reminder of words written above.
I bought you one,
For valentines day,
It wilted and died,
The second you walked away.
The color faded,
Like the happiness from my life,
I lost my world,
All that was left was a knife.
Into my arm,
I carve a rose,
A reminder of the nights we shared,
I miss those.
In my heart,
There will remain a place for you,
I can't forget,
No matter how much I want to.
#relationships
#memories
#IMissYou
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As History Repeats
He's always been a selfish bastard,"
my dad says, gearing up
into the same story
as the last time
and the time
before,
whenever anybody brings up
my grandfather's selfish habits.
"He's always loved his Sno-Caps—"
(those cheap nonpareil chocolates)
"—ever since we were young.
We sat and watched him eat them,
and he never once offered to share.
The only difference nowadays
is that he feeds two mouths
instead of eight
and can buy the name brand.
It's the little things like that
that stick with you, ...
my dad says, gearing up
into the same story
as the last time
and the time
before,
whenever anybody brings up
my grandfather's selfish habits.
"He's always loved his Sno-Caps—"
(those cheap nonpareil chocolates)
"—ever since we were young.
We sat and watched him eat them,
and he never once offered to share.
The only difference nowadays
is that he feeds two mouths
instead of eight
and can buy the name brand.
It's the little things like that
that stick with you, ...
#childhood
#family
#memories #uplifting
#memories #uplifting
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Psychosis Memoirs
love and hate. nothing.
i remember days. so strange. drugs on the
couch. me too. we sat there. neither alive or dead enough to stop. who
was the victim. they were the sickness and the cure. Now i am. Nothing
changes. i was with them. among friends. always alone among them. drugs
in my head. friends i never knew. hated that want. love i wanted to
feel. still nothing real. i remember sometimes. smiles.
im close. eyes close.
i remember days. so strange. drugs on the
couch. me too. we sat there. neither alive or dead enough to stop. who
was the victim. they were the sickness and the cure. Now i am. Nothing
changes. i was with them. among friends. always alone among them. drugs
in my head. friends i never knew. hated that want. love i wanted to
feel. still nothing real. i remember sometimes. smiles.
im close. eyes close.
#drugs
#memories
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Farewell, childhood
I grew up in a world
filled with
separation and despair
but there was always a tint of
sunshine
behind the drapes of anger
frustrationcorruptdivisionmisguidance
I grew up
believing false words
and misunderstood a life before
mine
with paranoia as a parent
and confusion
a tool
Farewell, childhood
you have bid me no good
I have grown up
and flown
from your clenches of untruth
I grew up with a culture
divided and forced
I grew up with a life
drawn out and
confinedstuffedchoked
...
filled with
separation and despair
but there was always a tint of
sunshine
behind the drapes of anger
frustrationcorruptdivisionmisguidance
I grew up
believing false words
and misunderstood a life before
mine
with paranoia as a parent
and confusion
a tool
Farewell, childhood
you have bid me no good
I have grown up
and flown
from your clenches of untruth
I grew up with a culture
divided and forced
I grew up with a life
drawn out and
confinedstuffedchoked
...
#childhood
#LifeStruggles
#confessional #memories
#confessional #memories
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A simple story about friends
Certain songs
still transport me
back to those precious breaks
from conscienceness
where the blackness of our black out
the sin in all our doings
was our constant pleasure.
Sometimes
to break the rules is bliss.
still transport me
back to those precious breaks
from conscienceness
where the blackness of our black out
the sin in all our doings
was our constant pleasure.
Sometimes
to break the rules is bliss.
#friendship
#memories
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friends
wishing along as we go
lifting
carrying
holding hope in our hearts
and if our minds allow
I could join with you
to enjoy a seat
a cup of coffee with a chocolate biscuit
conversations flowing with laughter
with tears at times
sharing old stories &new
of families, friends
adventures through life
navigations of wild seas whirling
childhood dreams
to visit us on our way home
lifting
carrying
holding hope in our hearts
and if our minds allow
I could join with you
to enjoy a seat
a cup of coffee with a chocolate biscuit
conversations flowing with laughter
with tears at times
sharing old stories &new
of families, friends
adventures through life
navigations of wild seas whirling
childhood dreams
to visit us on our way home
#childhood
#friendship
#memories #uplifting
#memories #uplifting
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Daddies little girl
My past is done it's dead and gone. But why do I keep replaying it like its a song.
The lyrics are deep you'd never understand . You might
think you know but no one can , unless you were there to have seen what I seen. if you did you'd sing beside me feeling sad you'd want to brake the cd or throw it at my dad.
fuck it it's done, "don't pity me" you'll piss me off you'll
make me scream. I have to move on, if only I just stop replaying that fucking song.
one day I will I know I can I'm a strong ass women for that I thank you dad,...
The lyrics are deep you'd never understand . You might
think you know but no one can , unless you were there to have seen what I seen. if you did you'd sing beside me feeling sad you'd want to brake the cd or throw it at my dad.
fuck it it's done, "don't pity me" you'll piss me off you'll
make me scream. I have to move on, if only I just stop replaying that fucking song.
one day I will I know I can I'm a strong ass women for that I thank you dad,...
#father
#family
#violence
#abuse
#memories
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