#momento poems on Hello Poetry

Unpolished Ink Jan 2023

Margaret's fingers clasped and still
white birds upon her window sill
silent doves that came to rest
sleeping now upon her chest
each settled bird that came to land
will fly no more from Margaret’s hands

Margaret aged 5 was a child killed in the blitz. I visited her grave when I was 10

#death #momento #mori

T R Wingfield Oct 2022

Man, No One’s Gonna Remember You In A Hundred Years Anyway

‘Cause you  never wrote any of the good parts down
You just lived ‘em
and let ‘em
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You knew better
than to try to capture
the silliness in its hay day
because then you’d have
to face the facts of
the very choices
that you’d made;
and there would be no question -
whether it’s was worth it -
to waste the days by trading them
for nights of frivolity and frolicking -
Of frittering away.
What should have been,
and what is so,
and where it came from,
and who’s to blame
would all be there in Black and white,
instead of vanishing in the haze.

And in your own hand, no less;
your words,
a confession dictated day by day
of what, With your own eyes,
you did see
- All the magic and the wonderment of this tragic comedy -
through foggy lenses, bottle-thick and stained:
dreary ramblings in shadows made,
and heard and said
a many things
in drunken dangling reparteé.

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(Found beneath the body of the author, who was crushed by the weight of a megalithic stone- his writers block)
p.s. - I spent far too much time on the ascii vampire skull; but isn't it neat?

#momento #mori #vanity #selfdoubt #procrastination

Kahou Eru Mar 2021

To Mom

I'm sorry I don't say this much.
I would like to thank God, Couldn't imagine having another Mom.

You see I been watching and thankful

Your sacrifices and your unconditional love

Today I would like to say
I don't know where I be if not for you

Today I couldn't stand if not for you
Showing me I was strong

Today and the rest of my tomorrows
I know that I have a loving mother
None the less doting to call my mum

For today let me just say thanks for loving me and having me as your son

To Mom
Your #1 fan

#thankful #mom #momento #thoughts #freeverse

jǫrð Nov 2020

momento mori

Ancient Fairchild Oak
Stripped away with saws and rakes
More room for the dead

The History: The day brought me to a memorial garden with Fairchild Oaks draped in Spanish Moss. I watched as a group of 12 cleared the tree for more dead ground. I decided when I'm reborn next, I'll call my name Mori.

#momento #mori #death #youth #peace #solitude #meditation #serenity

Juno Aug 2020

Whatever Happens

whatever happens, promise
you’ll remember what it’s like

to fight for something even if
youre not sure if you’ll survive.

to beg for mercy, plead for help,
but no one bats an eye.

so take a second, “momento mori”;
remember, you will die.

i haven’t been very active recently because of covid, but i hope to write more now.
ps. this poem may or may not be about a fictional character.

#momento #mori #sad #survive #remember #die

Nina Feb 2020

"Why do you take photos all the time?"

"Why do you take photos of me all the time?"

Because someday,
You are going to leave me
And the only thing left of you
Is these photos
That will keep memories of you safe

#memories #pictures #reminiscing #momento #photos #love #heartbreak #breakup

penelope Dec 2019

Fabricated

Tomorrow I'd go to school to see you; I only had a mind for melancholy and romance, and no room for myself. This was me today, and perhaps tomorrow I'd switch for the organic, unplanned me or-

She'd switch for nobody, and she'd abandon the idea of "I", because she'd no longer understand what it meant to refer to herself, nor did she have enough thumbs to condense her being into that mysterious letter that everyone else seemed to use without conflict.

It disowned itself, ashamed of synthetic sense of self, its fabricated empathy.

Temporarily, until it wakes from its nightly slumber and tastes the sugar of the words, "Good morning". She'll find some spirit to fill her shell and deem herself human.

#momento #mori

Nina Jul 2019

Reminiscing

He asked,
"What am I supposed to feel looking at these old photos?"

I guess
i wanted him to never forget those memories
The ones we had together
And how much happiness it has brought me.
But also remember that it's all gone
And i have been ruminating about those times
How deeply sad i am

Maybe you felt nothing
But those pictures,
Brings meaning to me,
Even if you don't feel the same

#reminiscing #ruminating #pictures #memories #momento

McLeod Jun 2019

Grass

Thin as paper,
Green as a bush,
Doesn’t talk like a dictator,
Ground like mush.

Swaying in the wind,
Whistling like above,
Staying there as if pinned,
Swaying like a dove.

Crunchy for a bug,
Disgusting for us,
Running like a sparkplug,
Yet makes no fuss.

Reborn as if new,
Rustling as if happy,
A new place, it grew,
Not like a tree, not sappy.

Like a forest,
Where it blows with the air,
Singing a chorus,
That’s never there.

A Grass Poem I made for school.

#bruh #momento #numero #dos