Memories Poems
“The Sound of Then”
by Kevin Schroeder
“The Sound of Then”
I heard your voice—
a flicker through static,
soft as dust on an old cassette.
And suddenly,
I wasn’t here at all.
I was there—
back in summer’s too-loud laughter,
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Ouderlik Huis
by Mario Odekerken
Die trap kraakt nog
soos toe ek klein was.
Elke kamer dra
die asem van herinnering.
Die gordyne hang swaar
van sonlig en stilte.
In die kombuis
staan die tyd stil
tussen die ketel
......
Past perfect love
by Mario Odekerken
There was a hand
that once reached for mine
without knowing why.
There was a glance
that saw me
before I became.
We walked,
without destination,
......
Vollendete verliebte Zeit
by Mario Odekerken
Da war eine Hand,
die einst nach meiner griff,
ohne zu wissen warum.
Da war ein Blick,
der mich sah,
bevor ich wurde.
Wir gingen,
ziel-los,
......
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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“The Sound of Then”
by Kevin Schroeder
“The Sound of Then”
I heard your voice—
a flicker through static,
soft as dust on an old cassette.
And suddenly,
I wasn’t here at all.
I was there—
back in summer’s too-loud laughter,
......
Ouderlik Huis
by Mario Odekerken
Die trap kraakt nog
soos toe ek klein was.
Elke kamer dra
die asem van herinnering.
Die gordyne hang swaar
van sonlig en stilte.
In die kombuis
staan die tyd stil
tussen die ketel
......
Vollendete verliebte Zeit
by Mario Odekerken
Da war eine Hand,
die einst nach meiner griff,
ohne zu wissen warum.
Da war ein Blick,
der mich sah,
bevor ich wurde.
Wir gingen,
ziel-los,
......
Past perfect love
by Mario Odekerken
There was a hand
that once reached for mine
without knowing why.
There was a glance
that saw me
before I became.
We walked,
without destination,
......
Voltooid verliefde tijd
by Mario Odekerken
Er was een hand
die ooit de mijne zocht
zonder te weten waarom.
Er was een blik
die mij zag
nog voor ik bestond.
Wij liepen,
zonder bestemminig,
......
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Mary Jacqueline Simon Moo (2 poems about Memories)
Jacqueline S. Moore] (1926-2002 / Hannibal, Missouri, -
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