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Steve Page Feb 2018
Am I still me?
Am I still m
Am I still
Am I stil
Am I sti
Am I st
Am I s
Am I
Am
A
Am
Am I
Am I s
Am I st
Am I sti
Am I stil
Am I still
Am I still r
Am I still re
Am I still rem
Am I still reme
Am I still remem
Am I still rememb
Am I still remembe
Am I still remember
Am I still remembere
Am I still remembered?
Prompted by https://hellopoetry.com/mikkbesida/ poem that uses this structure.  
With hope that others' memories of my mother outlast her failing memory.
YB Feb 2018
The sun had set to the west and
left behind warm strokes of red.
I admired the finished work of art
And noticed how my childhood was
Painted with the same fleeting colors,
Until all that remained was
A blurry memory.
Philip Lawrence Feb 2018
your smile, and
standing on tiptoe
to brush a wisp of hair
from my brow
Greco Feb 2018
I’d love to see my past with more accuracy than memory allows.
View the world from the many perspectives it holds.
Follow the people who never spoke up.
Learn by watching the mistakes made by the men & women before me.
Converse with history’s heroes,
And party with the problem starters.
I’d love to explore what has come before me.
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
Flutter of emotions  
Ocean of peace  
Deep inside my memory  
You always resides.  

30 seconds of Closeness  
30 seconds of Hug  
30 seconds of Magic  
Tik....…..tik……….tik

Let’s wish 30 seconds lasts for ever    
Tik…………………tik  
You are the reason to remember 30 seconds  
Tik……...Tik……..................
(Scenario: For the ultimate experience of this script, I recommend you to close your eyes for 30 seconds once you read this poem and try to remember the script. You will find the reason to close your eyes for 30 seconds so many times, guaranteed.)
Shared from my Anthology, Canvas: Echoes and Reflections. 2018.
Ar Bazian Feb 2018
A world suspended in demotion
Devolution devours all entity and creation
The entirety of existence,
Reduced to the mere ridicule of trivial things alike.

Much is at stake, and yet nothing.
A staleness of fire-like flare,
Stranded in demise.

Endless plight, and compromise…

And I wonder what begins my day.
How I summon the power to stay,
O’, and how we endure decay.

Now, the music we knew devours the sun,
The outro of all this begun...

Meanwhile,
Underneath the waters stream,
Many a restless dream,
Hung, distorted and bereaved,
On the fumes of a memory.

Meanwhile,
Underneath the waters stream,
Many a restless dream,
Hung, distorted and bereaved,
On the fumes of a memory.

The world is gathered in breath,
And soon a day will dawn.
When everything else is gone,
When the willows awake,
Daylight shall break,
Over the vacancy that bonds the ends of you and I,
Beyond the reach of things unknown,
Beyond the endlessness,
Alone.
Amanda Kay Burke Feb 2018
Your memory haunts
The corners of my bedroom.
A beautiful ghost.
About my ex Paul. Even though I am moving on there are pieces of him everywhere I look and that is a constant shadowy reminder of all I have lost.
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
Being, behind the words  
Feels a sublime ease  
With a calm memory  
A sense of being alive    
In no Man’s land  
Subscribing a new world order  
With a sacred realm  
Encrypted hope    
Where,  
The soul speaks    
The Heart listens  
An Ancient script,    
In a native tongue  
    
Don’t get it, Regardless?  
A native tongue,  
Same syllable,  
Stammer astray  
    
Misspelled, misunderstood    
Those celestial pieces  
Being, gracefully rude
Phenomenal,  
All in Innocence.
Words with hope.  Shared from my Anthology, Canvas: Echoes and Reflections. 2018.
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
A beautiful night
With a Milky way up head
No terms and conditions
A synchronized pace
Virtuous silence
Easing the mind,
Scarlet memories
Consolidated reality,
Distance vanishes aside
Contentment calls
Nerves under alert
Unplanned dreams

Day, next
Jet lag on awake
Exploring the sense
Confessing Dream catcher
Being true to the self


Let’s never awake
Sunset to sunrise
Mastering an art,
Human compassion
Crafting dreams
One can be either way,
A reality or a dream.
What if we could control over the dream? In the era of AI (artificial Intelligence) Robot can communicate with humans, days are not too far, when we can craft Dreams.
Shared from my Anthology, Canvas: Echoes and Reflections. 2018.
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