'rememberence' poems - Hello Poetry

Sarah Tayler Mar 2016

A silvery moon
Reflects forgotten beauty
On a silky sea

The silver reflection of the moon upon the ocean as I flew over it, reminded me of the small things and made me smile. It helped me remember beauty does still exist, as strange as that sounds.

#haiku

mark john junor Jul 2013

salt offerings

mark john junor Jul 2013

salt offerings

salt offerings to the wounds of pride
difference between dark of doom
and the engine of simple summer eve

night sustains but
but doom is the door to the
great beyond and the fates fair or foul
that awaits each of us

a voice echoes along the path
to all the heavens ever proposed by mans thought
that voice speaks of years
spins a tale of labors
whispers songs of longing
quietly shouts story's of horror

reserve your strengths friend
for the battle yet to come
hush your unquiet mind
and lay your head down to rest
soon enough blades shall stir to war
soon enough widows shall gather their children to
graveside rememberence of fallen fathers

as trailing edge of summer day
slips into the past
the depth and majesty of summer night unfolds
crickets and the sounds of feasting familys
warm breeze in the tall grass
the sand of a beach on your fingertips
simple joys in our world and of our lives
are the counterbalance the
the dark things in our world

the line should read "counterbalance of the..."

Sa Sa Ra Oct 2012

Black Rainbow's Crow

Sa Sa Ra Oct 2012

Black Rainbow's Crow

White.. Doves  Are   My ..Shadows
All Color's  Hued Within.. ..your
prisms casting no doubt to.. ..
There She lays  In Sleeping
Greens furling about Her
Great Serpent slithering
  stalking a darkly prey
already in mourning
great spirits balking
walks talk of surely
withering this way
fearing  rememberence
of dying.. ..dear Blackness
Serpent's Heart of Loving
Our breaths cast away
in lieu of the fight's
in lieu of the flight
in lieu of the fear
of the..Shadows
in love..cast as
lights chill to
Soul's hued
with..eye's
lie to soil
a'bout
'your'
me's
see
E
Y
E
'
        Dye'd
  to
'I'

Solaces Jul 2023

T.C.F.A

Solaces Jul 2023

T.C.F.***

The artifacts were sent back to myself from a place of memory and rememberence. I could not tell at first that these were artifacts sent to me from myself.  They were everday simple things. The first one was a small compact mirror my mother owned. I use to reflect sunlight with the mirror and follow the beam of light with my eyes as it travelled through space and time.

The second artifact was a red rock I found in our back yard. It had this crimson like color no other rock had in the area it seemed.  I held the rock as I layed in my bed one evening seeing the planet I found.

The final artifact was a circular thick crystal lens. My brother and I found this lens inside an old abandoned house next to my grandmothers house.  When held close to a light you could see the spinning galaxies within this universe.

Earlier versions of myself sent these artifacts to the present to show me in the now that it was possible to see the universe from within. That a planet can be held in a hand. And that light can be captured.

Georgiana S Aug 2011

To my father

Georgiana S Aug 2011

To my father

Laments and shouts
Harsh words and strangled throuts
Slamed doors, hurting doubts...

This is how I will always remember you.

Green irises on blankets of red veins
Fighting, denying, throwing blames
I see you walking before my eyes
Smoking, cursing...then despise
The morbid silence in me,
All the truths I began to see.

Torned,I turn my look around
On these ***** dishes,
My real thoughts will never be found;
My foolish dreams, my childish wishes.

Please, don't wake up now
I'm almost at the door-
On fighting, I've withdrawn.
A thirst for tireness, always for more.

You used to have a spirit
Of glee and perseverance,
That's been long forgotten
In my childhood rememberence.

Life became life...
But you had to stir it!

Stir all its issues with a three-bladed knife
Abandon all the good we had
On departed kites,
Keep ur pride on exorbitant hights,
Which chained my life with no rights
Of change and reabilitation,
My eyes dried of solitude and depression
Since I was born.
You've become a white shadow
In a black mind whose thoughts
Lie in storms.

Georgiana S. 2011.

Erin RH Mahoney Dec 2012

Hatred

Erin RH Mahoney Dec 2012

Hatred

Pitch black,
An everlasting darkness.
Pushing, shoving
Its way through the crowd,
Out into the world
Overtaking everything
And everyone
That steps in its path.

Feeling powerless,
Tears become the raindrops
That cover everything.
There’s a war raging all around us...

A loud, angry cry
From the depths of Hell,
A sharp thorn
That pierces through the skin.
Flash of lightening,
Rumble of thunder,
The tears of all those watching,
The world ends.

Feeling powerless,
Their tears become
The subtle raindrops that
Cover the scenery.
There’s a war raging all around us...

Then someone steps up
Out of the darkness
And stands up to it all.
Slowly,everyone around begins to stand up,stand up
Everyone,everyone.
No matter their skin color, race, nationality
Or anything,anything,
They all become united.
They are together
As one.
The thunder begins to fades away
Out in the distance
The sky transforms from
Black
To a tranquil blue.
The rain slows down until it is gone.
It’s finally over,
The nightmare
That seemed to go on for eternity.
And hope has finally
Returned.
Feeling powerless
Is finally over.
Tears become the raindrops
Of the rain that’ll fall
Someday long from now
In rememberence of the Hell we endured.
The war raging all around us
Is over

Until it starts up again.

wolf Sep 2016

Rememberence

wolf Sep 2016

Rememberence

I remembered him clearly,
the waves of his hair,
when it blew in the wind,
told a story.
His lips,
god his lips,
sanely soft when I caressed mine over his.
He was the kind of man that every woman
searched for,
the kind you think is within an arms reach,
but when you reach out to grasp,
slips between the cracks of your fingers.
And like a trophy,
he was something to look at,
but not something to touch.
He left marks on souls.
the kind where you longed for more of him,
the kind you feel empty without.
And when it's over,
you're left alone,
with the unsettling memory of him.

#poetic

Colm Jul 2019

Beautiful Rememberence

Colm Jul 2019

Beautiful Rememberence

Trapped is not a possible feeling
When you're found in the sound
Of the rain falling out
Of the sky amidst the summers cry

When you're full and brimming as the dawn
With contemplative thought
And your stomach is quenched
Your mind alive with the memory of trees unbent

Quiet as the flooding stream
Noisy as the Red Winged Blackbird
As it pecks and cackles at the Sparrows hence
Until no more can be seen

Such impossible feelings and thoughts as these
Are but a mist in the morning
Are no more disturbing
Than the raindrops rippling on a pond serene

It's been awhile... (:

#beautiful #etc

midnight prague Oct 2010

Ardent

midnight prague Oct 2010

Ardent

I get this feeling
dew drops in window panes its 5 am
,the cold is stinging me and my back feels a bit sore from the different weather
life stings outside
I lay motionless, half asleep I look at my furniture and my ceiling
and I get this feeling

I looked at all my old things
remembered holding them as a child
and my stomach caves in
moisture slides down my chin
as I overlap the different colors on the wall with a half grin

I go somewhere in my head where I have never been
sitting on top of the wall of berlin
tearing to get to that thing that is so much deeper than under my skin
I open my eyes slowly to get the perfect glance,
whisper sin

Im a deluded dreamer trapped in the core of someone elses refuge
its not mine

it was never mine

hollow filled with courses from my bloodline
I leaned back as I adorned the crevice in your jawline
defined and explicit irrational and sensitive
from that I resign
water moving down like wine into our skyline,
Im overturned into your pshyco love mass incorporated to burn bridges
and start a upheavel of immense love and rememberence
of all your most beautiful things
hidden in my cabin in the naked blue forest I have dripped down
with my hands
morphed into something bloodcurdling on a whirlwind
with gracious hormones of anarachy built under all your
comely bones

WendyStarry Eyes Apr 2017

FANNER BEE

WendyStarry Eyes Apr 2017

FANNER BEE

I have not written a poem in awhile
That is out of my ordinary style
Lately I seem to be happy
Just to pray and smile
This is quite fine
I know my Father has an ultimate
Purpose for me
It may seem as if it is changing
Constantly, it is for others to see
His existence through me
To become a fanner bee
To pray for others
In a world filled with sin
Closer to Our Father
I pray, my prayers,
will bring them
A starting point
To open the door for
The healing to begin
Our Father begot His Son
Easter is rememberence
That through our Savior
Christ Jesus resurrection
Our lives have just begun
A blessing Jesus left with us
The Holy Spirit to guide everyday
If we open our hearts and eyes
We will see His light
In amazing ways.
HAPPY GOOD FRIDAY
ENJOY EASTER BLESSINGS EVERYDAY

Solaces Dec 2013

I forgot this flower's color

Solaces Dec 2013

I forgot this flower's color

I run under the fall sun, warm and kind it was, made the dead leaves sparkle with color..

But this is how it begins, The leap, the jump, the opening of an unseen door without color..

Suppose the world and time can be bent by simply thinking without thoughts that are the memory of color..

In doing so I run into the unseen door and begin to see that there is a plain without color..

Where there is no reflection of any sort, no kind of emotion, just the seconds that die as they pass leaving behind no color..

This is the place where one can take back the seconds by the rememberence of color..

Although a mere reflection to our eyes, color is truly the source of where life is given in meaning due to splash that is color..

But today I made the mistake of not remembering what this flower sang to my eyes with its color..

I gave to it the color red when in true remembernce it was blue thus giving it a false color..

I then returned to a chaos where colors were mixed and out of place, where the waters were remembered as yellow instead of deep blue, where the sun was green that shined down on this yellow world simply because I forgot this colorless flower's color..

And so from under the house the white hole glows and opens

midnight prague Jan 2011

smile when I speak baroness

midnight prague Jan 2011

smile when I speak baroness

my neck bends in a whirlwind of intoxicating
panic
as my blood laps like waterfall through my
ill veins, I die in rememberence of you
the way a butterfly lays on the leaf
and gives out its last second to nature gentely
that is how I give in
I move in front of you with no fear
stare into eyes that resemble mine
you were like a sister
lover
forbidden in each of our places
seperatley, when you were so close
like skin on skin
blood in blood
searching for our greater meaning
we almost found it
then it slipped through
our young, rough hands
like liquid silk
if it were with broken ankles
I would run to you and throw
myself into your chest
and curl up into you
as my life had been taken away from me
and you returned it gracefully
I would weep
if I lived in that world
that does not exsist
that I play with in my mind
sometimes, when coming to you
is not a choice, but I must
I make our world
that was so much more beautiful then the
one we lived in temporarily
I know it is you that belongs to me
but I let you go
you needed to be free
I must admitt I hunger for you awfully
I miss the similar beauty
alabaster chronic diluted in a purging
of looking for the greater thing within
I feel you in that
decadent inspiration brought forth
by you, I will not receive that from anyone
understand my passion excerted from small scenerios
I have a respect given for, and its you
I am lurid
naked
cold and I shiver
underneath the reality that has
placed itself upon my back like a fire of nights
you see, my skin has melted off
my blood has been drained
and I dont feel those things anymore
but I know they are there
to your presence I have become unaware
I bend my neck and in all honesty you couldn't have been
proved more guilty, hours when immersed in our silence
I thought, and came to this conclusion
watching your wooden face unrecognizable
on the outskirts of some forgein place in my head
you are not here anymore
you are *dead

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