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Joss Lennox Apr 25
clarity comes in waves, you weren't searching for,
like pieces of shipwreck, floating to the surface,
flooding the face, with forgotten memories
recounting treasures, once lost at sea.
Poem-A-Day Challenge for April 25th "write a memory poem".
This life has had it's way
This place has had its way with me
This loss that burns so cold
Won't back down it will never go away

These dying breaths are fading now
Seems like breathing has lost its charm
That flame i once felt inside
Seems the glow finally died

The memories i had of you
And the place where we ran through
Streams and waterfalls
The memories are fading now
Just like the strength that carried us through
Dreams and waterfalls

Is this what it will come to?
A drowning pool of hopeless heartache
A pond where memories die
Slowly drained and washed away

If i had the strength i would lift us up
If i had some more undiscovered ways
But this time it is real
This time i will surely die

This is the last goodbye
The final words of regret
This is the last goodbye before i die
minisha Apr 25
Forgotten beneath a pile of clothes,
with the intricate weaves desiring escapism,
I miss the spinner of these threaded relics,
and adore the art of binding them together.

Cobwebs perceive me as their abode,
and dust rocks in my cradle,
as I whisper the tales of kindred dwellers
haunted by my covert scrutiny for years.

I'm a stranger to the delicacy
of the fingers I sheltered,
yet familiar to the cacophony
of secrets they cherished.

When the glistening stars ascend,
I stretch beneath their gentle grasp,
and as the dawn breathes through the panes,
I unravel into forgotten threads.
We are the last generation,
A couple of years, we will be extinction.
We never wore helmet,
Riding bicycles with whole heart.

We played outside without fear,
Knowing none will bother.
We never drank from plastic bottles,
A gulp anywhere, as it wasn't fatal.

Drinking water from water springs,
Without worrying with playful flings.
Shared our toys with others,
As all were our sisters and brothers.

No Security fences,
Not knowing what was offences.
We never had medicine cabinets,
Healthy eating, our regular habits.

Stalking our crushes,
Sending them unknown wishes.
True love was like a heaven,
Generations will miss those haven.

Eating all the chocolates & sweets
Not bothered about obesity, as it was treats.
No brand shoes, walking with bare foot,
playing, jumping & running, always cute.

Ate real and healthy food,
Each chosen by parents for our good.
Never knew what supplements were,
Even doctors medicine was rare.

Made our playing things,
With scarps, mud, sand and all things.
Gliding through the slides,
in playground, no security nor guards.

No phones, computers, Nor PlayStation
Had real friends, our plays, full of action.
The only tablet we had, when were sick,
We had many things to play, with no logic.

Going to school with backpacks,
Carrying the load of notebooks,
Getting beaten with cane sticks,
Escaping from teachers, were real tricks.

No calling or prior texting,
Surprise for friends, us visiting.
Relatives lived closely,
With love & bonding, made ties, as a family.

Photos were in Black and white,
We were always looking bright.
But the memories, were colorful,
Each moment we spent was cheerful.

Not worried about colors nor looks,
By age and numbers we were hooked,
We shall be remembered, as the last generation,
Who were filled with real human emotion.

We gave keen attention to our elders,
Whom we considered our life ladders,
Listening to flashback stories,
With grandparents, our memories.

An unmatched generation,
Which makes us responsible,
In sharing all things wonderful in life,
As the next don't spend theirs in grief.

Lets return to the basics,
To teach old ways of life and to fix.
Stop wasting time, for tv's and screens,
Care and love others, is what life means.

Put them gadgets down, and rise,
Start to look in each others eyes.
Take off your shoes, don't get spoiled,
Step your foot out, feel the soil.

Often, Use Thank You,
as a gratitude, make it a habit, new.
Involve with people, say I love you,
You will not regret, even if you have a few.


We the peoples,
born during 1950's to 90's,
We aren't special,
but a limited edition models.
Inspired by a post by Beautiful Words
Jon Apr 24
listen
nothing happened
stay here,
as the walls rot.
stay here,
as the door
decays
and opens itself.
stay here,
please
just stay here
Franky Case Apr 23
Do you remember
All the dandelions blown away in the wind?

Do you remember
All the waves that have splashed onto us from the ocean?

Do you remember
All the stars you would try counting at night?

Do you remember
All the cloud shapes you would make while looking at them in awe?

Do you remember
All the memories made when you were oh so young?

No, you don't
Because it all started slipping away.

Do you remember?
Sanu Apr 23
Of all the faces in the crowd,
mine always finds yours.
Like gravity,
like a tide returning to shore—
without reason,
without choice.

I never meant
to love like this.
Never thought
a single presence
could fill so much silence.

But your name lives
in the corners of every thought,
in the warmth I reach for
when the world feels too far.
And I ask—
why you?
Why always you?

I’ve tried to turn away,
to name this something else—
but even my lies
carry your shape.

So let me stay here,
in the ache,
in the wanting,
in the love
I would give anything not to feel.

Because no matter how far I walk—
I end up at your door,
again,
and again,
and again.

For every remnant of me is but a shadow of you,
and only you.
The sparkle in her eyes,                                                            ­                      
                                          ­                                                                 ­           
get fainter every day,                                                             ­                     
                                           ­                                                                 ­            
no one can deny,                                                            ­                                                      
                                                                ­                                                      
that she's fading away                                                             ­                           
                                     ­                                                                 ­  
Sometimes she doesn't speak,                                                           ­           
                                                                ­                                                
there're times she won't eat                                                              ­                          
                                                                ­                                                      
We watch her grow weak,                                                            ­                  
                                              ­                                                                 ­       
as we tend to her needs                                                            ­                  
                                                                ­                                            
There're days she lays in bed all day,                                                             ­ 
                                                               ­                                                         
up inside her head it's okay                                                             ­               
                                                 ­                                                                 ­
Her memories become a haze,                                                            ­          
                                                      ­                                                  
bringing smiles that quickly fade                                                             ­         
                                                                ­                                                      
I wonder what she's thinking today,                                                           ­ 
                                                                ­                                                  
you never know what she'll say                                                              ­          
                                                                ­                                                  
Her skin like tissues in my hands,                                                           ­     
                                                           ­                                                       
she says things we don't understand                                                       ­     
                                                           ­                                                       
  We all love her the best we can,                                                             ­ 
                                                                ­                                                
she is such a strong woman                                                            ­                
                                                ­                                                          
  Pict­ures of family on the wall,                                                            ­        
                                                                ­                                          
  nursing station down the hall                                                             ­           
                                                                 ­                                                 
We can't invoke new memories                                                         ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­                        
but that doesn't stop us from trying                                                           ­ 
                                                                ­                                      
Some day's we feel like crying,                                                          ­          
                                                                ­                                              
while we love her while she's dying
This is for my grandmother who I visited while in a nursing home.
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