#memoir poems on Hello Poetry

Douglas Scheurn Jul 2014

My eyes Wide.
      Grey pupils dilate.
          Blade buried deep inside,
               where dry waters Hide.

Mind like a jungle,
Each leaf a different story.
The clouds gently mumble,
Caressing sweet dreams of glory.

The world was red,
it will be so again.
For now rest your head.
your tired from what you went against.

Walls here in this open valley,
aren't meant for restraint.
Green on a turquoise gallery,
picture these words I paint.

Grow your grave,
from a willow seed.
As the dirt slowly begins to cave,
you comes upon a black steed.

Drunk from honor,
Lust for pride.
Not much longer,
Your corpse your bride.

My wounds bleed
to tell a tale.
Donate your greed,
As I turn pale.

Carpe Diem

#time #her #him #you #me #nightmare #forgotten #them #rest #memoir

Kristica Jul 2014

6 word memoir

When the world ends,
I'm leaving.

#6w #memoir

kris evans May 2014

maa (mother)

before the break of dawn
even in cold and misty morn
a soul roams throughout my house
even when the sun is not yet up

the soothing smell of agarbatties
shoots up in the air
the sound of morning prayers
is heard in this hour

her sweet and melodious voice
will be carried to my ears
as i crouch myself
under the warmth of my cot

next she wakes me up
with her gentle tap
and draws the drapes
across the window sill

even when i pace up and down
to get ready to board my bus
she always keeps calm and steady
like the pendulum in my study

she always has a feeling
when i am concealing something
then she rubs and scrubs the secrets
until the answer clicks

the day will come to an end
as the sun sinks below the horizon
even we stops to grow, as years pass
but a mother....have anyone seen her halt?

even though she stays calm
her heart pounding hard, no one heard
since the day i was in her womb....
to this very minute of the day

if a fairy grant me a wish
the only thing i would ask
to repay the love and care i owe
to that sacred soul....

to maa....with love......may you always reside within me.....

#love #mother #childhood #care #debt #memoir

Sum It May 2014

मैले लेखेको गीत

मैले लेखेको गीत

तिमीले कुनै दिन
मलाई भनेका कुरा अझै याद
नआउने हैनन्।

गोरेटोमा सगैँ चालेका
कदमहरू
दोबाटोमा अल्मलिएर छुट्टिसके
तर तिम्रो निम्ति, तिम्रो नाममा
मैले गीत अझै कोर्न सकिन

तर अवश्य गाउनेछु
तिमीले भुन भुनाउने धुनमा मिलाएर
एकदिन, कुनै एकदिन
म मनबाट गीत

सायद त्यो गीत जुनमा अल्झिएर
तारामा पिल्पीलाएर, चम्किरहेछ
र म खोज्दैछु तिनका
समुन्द्र भित्रको अस्पष्ट छायाँमा

सायद कुनै सखाप हुँदै गरेको
वन पाखामा मैनाको आवाजमा
लुकेको छ त्यो गीत
र म शहरको कोलाहलमा हराएकोछु

सायद कुनै मादलको खरीमा
सायद साउने झरीमा
लुकेको छ त्यो गीत
र म हराएको छु माघे एकान्तमा

अनि सम्झिन्छु त्यो मैले
आफ्नो सिरानीमुनि राखेको तिम्रो तस्बिर
जसको पछाडी मैले तिम्रो नाम कोरेको थिए

तिमीले गुन गुनाउने धुनसँगै
त्यो शब्द कति मीठो सुनिन्छ।

#love #poem #memoir #nepali

Terra Lopez May 2014

Dear Universe (2)

Dear Universe,

I know that I **** up a lot when it comes to writing back
but I am working on getting better.
I'm actually working on getting better at a lot of things.
When I get home, I plan on gathering some recipes, running on the treadmill, buying stamps, paying those parking tickets.
In fact, I have a long list of to-do's in my head.
You'd laugh if you could see the race my mind plays (or maybe you can)?
It's exhausting.

You know, I wanna love without fear. I want to be confident in my emotional investments. I want to hold her and not wonder where it is her mind wanders. I want to be the best non-girlfriend girlfriend a girl like her could have.

I also want an even tan.

start of a series of my random life memories /thoughts

#thoughts #universe #memoir

Terra Lopez May 2014

Dear Universe (1)

Dear Universe,

Jeopardy always reminds me of my grandmother
-my father's mother.
Her living room, with the red **** carpet and pink curtains.
Or were they salmon?
They probably were.
I don't remember.
I was 9.
I was not ready to be concerned about those kind of details.
I was not ready for a lot of things.

start of a series of my random life memories

#past #age #memoir

Anthony Perry May 2014

I Remember

Hello mom, I know we haven't talked in a few years because I left without saying goodbye but I've been thinking of you a lot lately, I'm sorry I left in a hurry but I wasn't strong enough to stand there and vent my reasons without telling a lie and I'm starting to regret it, well I dont know I might be. I saw my reflection in the window of a passing car and it reminded me of when you would make me stay home from school and lock me in the closet filled with mirrors after you would beat me and get too drunk to stand, I remember going to school after a morning when you'd turn up the heat on a faucet and place it over my hand, I used to wait in anticipation for when the skin would boil, bubble, peel, and fall. How could you think I'd forget about it all? Like when it would rain and I'd run outside light as feather, excited to swim in 30° weather when it was really you holding my face in a giant puddle filled with bugs that would slither out from the gutter runoff so can you blame me not being able to keep it together? I grew up with everything except love, every time I tried to chase the idea of it you would wrap plastic around my head but I was so small that I never realized it was just a rubber glove, I remember everything. I tried so hard, I even tried when I saw you crying one night after you got beat by some man I put my hand on your shoulder and said it'll be OK, you screamed then bent my wrist back and threw it in the blades of a moving fan, that's the real reason why I left and ran. I know I missed your funeral but I dont feel bad, I'm sitting in a hospital talking to specialists and they keep saying I just dont remember anything and that's what really makes me sad but its fine because when I get depressed, mad, or want to swallow a fist full of pills I just look at the scars you left on my legs when you pushed me into an oven when I was four. How can they say I dont remember anything when I can recall everything? I dont know but I'm writing this letter so I can clip it to the crime scene video they show me every day of your body parts washing up on shore near the old harbor, but I guess ill probably just forget until I see this note again so I'll have to repeat the same routine forever and force my brain through this mental labor.

This is only a representation of a nightmare I had when I was younger.

#dream #fear #hatred #life #hate #home #pain #afraid #terrible #depressed #memories #dark #hello #mom #mother #evil #darkness #story #crazy #remember #mess #nightmare #reflection #cruel #memory #sick #scars #letter #monster #different #terror #horror #insane #scary #scar #sickness #vent #twisted #mirrors #torture #asylum #storytime #memoir #crude #twist #horrific #disgrace #biography #phsyco #chilling #chiller

Jasmine smiles Apr 2014

memoir

"The sadness consumed me.
It was all I could see.
She was the light that kept the shadows out of my room.
She was the warrior that would slay any demon
that tried to corrupt my heart.
But now they have all come for me.
Now they have stolen my innocence.
Now I am lost left to hate this life I have been dealt.
This is no longer a life".

This is just a very small segment from my memoir Stay Golden about the passing of my sister

#death #loss #sister #missyou #memoir

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