#memory poems on Hello Poetry

Jonathan Moya Feb 3

I fall back into the comfort of our once existence.
every time the other sibs cry out your absence
in black texts- how they MISS YOU SO MUCH.
And yet, your stories are my memories.
In their writing down I am there with you, so much.
There with you -mom- in that old faded yellow Chevrolet
traveling the black top of highways and backroads-
you in the driver seat until it was my turn-
the white lines coding out our secret message-
GO- LET US KEEP GOING.

#memory #grief #inspiration

Oliver Feb 1

Torn Pages, Empty Spaces

My past is a story someone else wrote,
And I only have the torn pages—
Fragments without context,
A book with no beginning.

I chase memories like butterflies,
But they slip through my fingers,
Not fluttering away—no,
They were never there at all.

I know I love cartoons.
I know my mother made me a quilt,
Small, soft, still mine—
But now it sits folded away,
Replaced by a newer one,
Just as warm, just as loved.

She remembers when I was small.
She remembers the things I’ve lost.
And maybe that’s enough—
To have proof that I was,
Even when I can’t recall.

But where are the missing pieces?
The laughter in the backyard,
The whispered secrets,
The warmth of a childhood
That should be mine?

I sit with the silence,
Trying to stitch together
A story I was meant to remember.
But all I have are torn pages—
And I don’t know how the story goes.

I still have the quilt my mom made when I was young, a corner is bitten and torn cause I used to have a chewing problem. I have two more quilts each bigger than the last. I love them all with all my heart.

This is the first poem I wrote about myself, I hate writing about myself. I can never remember. I used to cry not being able to write stories in class like everyone else. mine were false made up not real like the others. they were meant to be real about our lives but I couldn't remember mine.

I can remember more than before but that part of my life is lost its gone and I don't know why. I wish there was an answer. I wish I had the solution to get them back. a while ago I remembered one memory from when I was little. I had ignored my mom's warnings not the play on the seemingly endless amount of chairs there were. I played had fun and fell there was a nail sticking out the side of one and it caught the skin of my leg. I don't remember what happened next or how I reacted or how I felt about it. I could have cried I could have smiled I could have pretended it didn't hurt as much as it did, but I don't know I don't remember. I wish i did even if it wasn't the best memory it was still mine and I can only remember part of it. I wish I could remember more than the few memories I have from when I was younger. I have less than what can be counted on one hand. they are my memories they are mine if only they thought so too.

#memory #remember #gone #missing #empty #recall #sad #nowhere #found

Gaurav Gurung Jan 30

That Day in the Garden

You ran along the lush green garden with your hair flinging along the lines of air like soaring kites.
My mind was stuck in a whirlwind while you anchored me with your touch.
You held my hand and locked my fingers within yours.
All I could see was your crescent smile, your fleeting dimples softening like shadows at dusk. As the wind crossed us it left a cold longing within our hearts that was hard to name.
The breeze lifted your hair letting it dance freely amidst the diaphanous haze. Gently, I unfurled my fingers from yours and ran them across your heavenly face, tracing the contours of the most beautiful sight my eyes had ever beheld.
I was so lucky to have you and you were happy to have me.
Butterflies- pairs of them- fluttered around us, and for a moment, we stood frozen, our gazes locked, lost in each other
Lost in time,
Lost at a great time-
Lost in the moment
Lost forever.

A free verse picturesque

#love #nature #memory

hazem al jaber Jan 30

The memory ...

The memory ...

Good morning ...

Every day we turn a page of our life ...
And between a page and another ...
We bid farewell to our hopes ...
Our dreams ...
Our joys ...
And our sorrows ...
And ...
Between a page and another ...
We meet people ...
We love them ...
We get attached to them ...
Our stories with them never end ...
And people we bid farewell to ...
Maybe we will meet them one day ...

Between a page and another ...
We wait on the side of the road ...
For someone to hold our hand ...
Maybe they will share us the bitterness of the roads ...
And remove the burden of worries from us ...

And between a page and another ...
Loved ones who are still constant in our lives ...
And between the folds of these pages ...
Nothing remains of us ...
Only the memory ...

And for those we love ...
To those who are still in the box of our memory ...
I say I love you ...

Hazem Al ...

#memory

Viktoriia Jan 26

of writers

we write our stories with unsteady hands,
our fingers stained in ink from all the errors,
a silent witness to our hopes and terrors,
it will remember when the world forgets.

and if we make it through to tell the tale,
our voice may linger, but the words will perish,
so we disclose all of our hopes and terrors,
be it in darkness or the light of day.

anonymous or public, foes or friends,
bound, bruised and battling your inner devils,
you'll see yourselves in our hopes and terrors,
preserved in stories, written by our hands.

#writing #creativity #stories #pain #struggle #memory #world #people #life #time

Jack Groundhog Jan 23

Mind mesh

The mind’s a magnet
but also a sieve,
sometimes a dragnet
with nothing to give.

A mesh of iron —
or is it fool’s gold? —
attracts the ions
of whatever it’s told.

It scoops from the streams
of wisdom and truth
but catches jetsam —
what’s floating ’round loose.

Whoever may say
“Well, that’s just not me!” —
It will come, that day.
Just wait and you’ll see.

Inspired by this photo I took of the last remnants of the Staudenhof, a former East German apartment and shopping complex in Potsdam that had been used for low-income housing. It was torn down to make way for expensive new condominiums, erasing the memory of the place where less well-to-do families lived for decades. https://bsky.app/profile/jackgroundhog.bsky.social/post/3lggckmkzms22

#memory #fallibility #humility #mind #perception #reality #relativity

Moncrieff Jan 23

now and never

only this passing moment matters,
    the past soon outpaces sight,
as life occurs it scatters,
    no lucidity; try as I might.

decisions made without conclusion,
    affecting a lost timeline,
resigned; with no delusion,
    that I could alter this life of mine.

#rhyme #memory #loss #lost #memories #depression #sad

M Solav Jan 23

Float Along the Hills (2022)

Paved roads of cars that roam
Are sure to grow weary on my bones.
And there’s a high hill close to home
Onto which I seldom venture alone.
How I recall those many days of yore
When we’d go fresh out in the morn;
And up that hill now far across the globe
Would stare for short eons into the fog.

Written on February 9th, 2022.

— Copyright © M. Solav —
www.msolav.com

This work may not be used in entirety or in part without the prior approval of its author. Please contact info@msolav.com for usage requests. Thank you.

#float #hill #cars #weary #bones #morning #fog #memory #nostalgia

poormansdreams Jan 22

A Whale's Mouth

The
evil, vi-
triolic, m-
arrowed, m-
emories, that,
travel, through,
hollow-*****, w-
ords, come-forth;
a, cerulean, reverie,
from, the, decaying,
skeleton, of, a, whale's,
mouth, and, sweep, the,
landscape, like, a, desola-
ting, tsunami-wave, of, cada-
verous, cartilaged, evocations,
destroying; lives, loves, relation-
ships, and, long, lost, treasuries.
                                 Drowned.
                     Never,
                to,
           be,
found.

© poormansdreams

A poem about a dead whale's mouth.

#whale #mouth #tsunami #wave #emotion #memory