Memories Poems
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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It Happened!
by Nehal Mistry
I don't know why it happened,
How it happened,
When it happened,
But did I ever regret it?
NO. Never
Not one bit did I ever regret what happened.
I still cherish the moments,
the small glimpses, and the short talks we shared.
Even after you left,
I still don't know How, Why, When it happened, but I'm glad it did.
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A Sweet Dawn Of Desire:-16 : The Last Song
by Subhas Chandra Chakra
A sweet dawn of desire,
As the sun rises higher,
Two lovers meet and embrace,
In a moment
that time can't erase.
Passion ignites their hearts,
And they vow to never be apart,
Smiling at the joy they feel,
As their love
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LAST MEMORIES
by Hrisit Chowdhury
A day will come, the end of your run
when your life will be almost done.
You will recall your weak memories,
some will be of fun and other of worries.
rest will be gone, but will stay a frown.
You will think of the days of class
where you made total fuss,
You will think of the proposal
that time it was quite colossal!
I will come to your mind then
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A Sweet Dawn Of Desire: -12 : The Beauty of Our Love
by Subhas Chandra Chakra
The beauty of our love,
Is a sight to behold,
As we journey together,
On paths that love has told.
With the grace of your movement,
And the sparkle in your eyes,
I am lost in the beauty,
Of the love that never dies.
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Brookville 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
......
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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Memories of a While Back
by Mai ✿
O memories of long ago
I never thought I'd miss you
I still remember those times
Never thought they'd be the best of times
Oh, how I long for those days
Hard as they were, painful even
They are the loveliest, nonetheless
Younger me would've been perplexed
If she knew I want those days back!
But perhaps that's how life is
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"And Sometimes..."
by Nad Sof
Today, I braced myself to get through,
Waiting for two new cats to soothe—
Two lives to fill the empty space,
And calm the ache I can't erase.
As melodies played soft and clear,
I scrolled through my phone, drawing near.
In a glance, the world flew fast,
Like wind that blows and cannot last.
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Mary Jacqueline Simon Moo (2 poems about Memories)
Jacqueline S. Moore] (1926-2002 / Hannibal, Missouri, -
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