#memories poems on Hello Poetry

inkedsolace 22m

remember
the days spent under the sun
nestled between the boughs of the oaks
disturbing the woods
with our cries of joy?
you'd brandish a stick
call it a sword
and we'd dance our dance
to the tune of competition.
we'd skip to the creek
I'd tell you not to sit on the log
that rested precariously on the banks.
you'd laugh
and to show off you'd make me worry.
we'd skip stones,
flat ones,
pretty ones,
that I'd stow away in my pockets,
until mother made us throw them away.
dusk and dawn we'd live in the woods,
a pair of ragtag kids with nothing to do

#childhood #memories #nostalgia

Odd Odyssey Poet 4h

Death in another's hand

But is dying merely a rebirth within the echoes
Of another's memory, in another's mind
Forever lingering in another’s heart –
Being this forever last touch?

Death, is far from silent, loudly resonating
Within the echoing tears of the living,
Not so cold; those cherished memories
Of you, ignites smiles that envelop us in warmth.

Though, as much as we know you now
We realize we never truly knew you at all!
Even in death, the narrative of your once
Existence, is living in another’s memories –
As a depth far beyond what we could even hold.

#death #memories #echoes #hold #poetry

Tucker Dobson 1d

I would have washed it if not for the rain.

I was five hours through my trip of eight
When I saw through bug guts light tearing cloud
I was thinking about clips sent my way
Of her play with the offspring of her own

Laughing without regard for somber weight
Which hung on us like a funeral shroud
Her spirit was ready were it the day
She was prepared if then she would have flown

But how it closed with a coffin lid’s freight
What tears under such sorrow we allowed
In front of his daughter dying he lay
Soon enough I’d have his pictures alone

In the light I saw insects smashed to death
“Three hours left” I said under my breath

An attempt at a chiastic sonnet. My grandfather died in late 2011, and my grandmother passed a little over ten years later. I thought about these things on a drive home from college.

#grief #death #chiasm #sonnet #memories #family #grandparents

The Original Tom Maxwell 1d

CHERISH CREATE GOOD MEMORIES

This life is our classroom, we are tested in many ways,
The hardest, are the final exams, when someone we love,
Journeys to their next life, always a cloudy day.
Many people, will say they are sorry, and offer anything,
That they can do, only time can help you get past, that hollow,
Numb feeling, inside of you.
The question why, will often enter your mind, do not ponder long,
You will never, discover the answer, during this life time.
You will never again, in this life see their physical being,
Often in your times of struggle, you will receive guidance, Knowledge, that their spirit, will bring.
When someone passes, it reminds you of reality, the joy and happiness, a soul inside does bring, always out ranking
Material things.
Memories, we create them every day your actions, will be Remembered, longer than all of the words you say.
Even the big dreamers, are living on borrowed time,
Each life has a finish line.
Try to create good memories, the only part of you, that will stay,
One day, we will all be a memory of, yesterday.

The original: Tom Maxwell © 4/28/2025 AD

A day or two before I wrote this, I wrote Memories, I thought to,
Myself, this sounds like I'm writing for a funeral, not to long later,
I got a call, I used a few words from that poem...
Many things in life happen for a reason...

#memories #life #death #soul

Simon Bridges 3d

Paperless

I hold a pen
              It’s yours
It won’t write for me
Suit my hand
My words
My mood
Even if it did
                I think memory
              Is best left within
Rather than releasing ink
That’s beyond written expression

#memories #grief #loss #coping #love #alone #remembrance

Joss Lennox 4d

Between Mystical & Midnight

The petals last pulse under forgotten echoes of moonlit shadows,
remained in a lavender scented field, soulfully still

The breath of crushed velvet, paired with unnamed galaxies,
bespoke of amethyst daydreams

Woven into them were sighs of silky dust nights,
filled with scorched upheavals

Dancing orchids draped in full bloom,
stirred fiery rains, flowing within air of royal dusk moons

Wisteria hues,
too refined for eggplant plums & hominy hums

Iridescent irises & lilac leaves whispered between
blue lagoons cloaked in filtered rooms

Still, they stand between
midnight dreams & mystical realities

my shot at a longer poem using an impressionistic poetry style and today's WD PAD challenge, "write a color poem"

#impressionistic #beauty #memories #emotions #dreamscape #abstract #poetry #writerschallenge #poemchallenge #flowers

Breeze 5d

Metaphor Love

I remember loving you on a sunny day
Roses and Kisses
You said I’d never get away
But somehow things began to slip away
Will you still listen?
To one more thing I want to say

I just want to see you one more time
Feel the warmth of your hand in mine
Taste your ruby lips of wine
Will you stand here by my side?
Pledge you’ll never say goodbye
Love me ‘till the end of time
My metaphor love

I remember long walks in the night
Holding you closely
Kissing you under the moonlight
Everything back then was so special to me
Life was so simple
Take me back to yesterday

I just want to see you one more time
Feel the warmth of your hand in mine
Taste your ruby lips of wine
Will you stand here by my side?
Pledge you’ll never say goodbye
Love me ‘till the end of time
My metaphor love

#lost #love #memories #young

S 6d

Time Capsule

I keep trying to connect to my younger self-
I’ve been reading old journals,
listening to old Ed Sheeran albums-
wondering, “Did I really love this magenta color so much”?

Attempting to feel the way that she did.
Feeling her excitement-
her joy-
her passions.

I have been rediscovering that my past self and I have been through many things. Things that I don’t think about because they are too hard to think about, or simply things that I have forced myself to forget about- like putting my memories on paper and then burning them in a fire.

She was a really sad person.
She struggled.
She was anxious.
She was depressed.
She hated herself.
She had moments of unwavering positivity but there was so much self doubt.

She still is a really sad person.
She still struggles.
She is anxious.
She is depressed.
She hates herself, sadly so.
She still has moments of unwavering positivity but there is still so much self doubt.

I guess some parts of us never change, despite us wanting them too.

Trying to come back to my comfort space of writing, I don’t know if anyone even follows me anymore, but this is for me

#depression #anxiety #memories #reflection #time #capsule

Zoe G 5d

memories

it smells like the smoke of a barbecue in my grandparents' backyard,
the perfume my brother pretended to be allergic to so i wouldn't buy it,
the kitchen before christmas dinner

it tastes like the pumpkin and feta bread my mother used to make,
the blackberries from my grandmother's tree,
the fish and chips on saturdays

it sounds like all the dumb youtube videos,
the songs blasted on the small cd player on the desk,
the conversations that blend together over dinner

it looks like the rollerblades with a broken strap,
the overgrown garden we could get lost in,
the playground with the train

it feels like collapsing on the couch after marathoning the one just dance song we know off by heart,
like laughing until our chests ache and crying until the same,
like looking back and wishing i still knew all these things

i had a terrible realisation yesterday of the passage of time and that it just goes on. i think there are too many things i will miss

#nostalgia #childhood #memories