#forgotten poems on Hello Poetry

annh May 2019

Her thoughts, gathered on the in-breath, are misplaced on the out-.

As her memories float free of their moorings, ninety summers fill the late-afternoon room with a kaleidoscope of people and places: a young girl in a home-made dress plays tag with her brother in a Provençal orchard; a dark-haired teenager waits at a station fiddling with the yellow star pinned to her cardigan; a Milanese tailor embroiders freshwater pearls onto a snow white wedding bodice; and - over by the window - a dashing young cavalry officer, with eyes which reflect my own, stands in the shade of a blue jacaranda.

‘J'ai oublié,’ she whispers as I nuzzle her cheek goodbye.

You may have forgotten, Bubbe, but I have not the stories you have told me.

‘We are a kaleidoscope of complicated intricacies. A million different facets of light and darkness.’
- K. M. Keeton

#bubbe #dementia #forgotten #grandmother #kaleidoscopic #memories #people #places #stories #thoughts

Victoria Edwards May 2019

sepia

the paper, torn
old garments, worn
faces, forlorn
ancestors, born
towns, dust
forbidden, lust
crime, just
metal, rust

these days were sepia
like everything around
the trees, the grass, the lovers
even the cobbled ground
trapped in torn parchment
in a long forgotten attic
in a colorful world
more theatrical, dramatic

sepia, sepia, sepia
and only still
forgotten, denied
only a cabinet to fill

and soon, you and I too
sepia will take
our faces drained of color
nothing left to make.

#sepia #old #people #life #death #voices #mind #existential #forgotten #love

Perdue Poems May 2019

A Pile Ignored

I watch the leaves
from Autumn trees
trickle at my feet

the pile grows
and there is no show
of winds or tools to blow

the leaves away
so they stay
collecting everyday

until I disappear
underneath, nothing near
to me except Autumn fear

I thought dear Fate
would not wait
I'd arrive pearly gates

yet the Autumn leaves
that surround me
left me be

to wait with guilt
in the pile I've built
for eternity

#forgotten #abandonedwork #ignoringlife #lettingthingsbuildup

Alexa May 2019

This Could've a way better poem

This morning
i came up
with the most beautiful
poem.

And then
I forgot it.

Ugh! Does this happen to anyone else?

#forgotten #poetry #morning #beautiful

Eleanor Sinclair May 2019

Melody

You were mine
You were my words and my thoughts
The whisper in my ear
Singing to me a song only I was blessed enough to hear
But the melody faded,
Dissipated into nothing but a hum
Now I dully strain to make the song remain
Yet it has grown so quiet
That when I try, all I hear is rain

#love #lost #alone #lonely #sad #lonesome #unhappy #tired #forgotten #dull