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Zack Ripley Feb 2022
Today, I'm conflicted:
I don't want to remember you
But I don't want to forget either.
snipes Jan 2022
if i can't remember my birth
than i won't remember my death
AE Jan 2022
Thoughts of you rain down with the falling sky
Onto my skin, it soaks it in
Thoughts of you take the shape of water
Then transform into paper boats
And drown in our conversations
My memory becomes subject to erasure
You extract poetry from forgotten moments
Thoughts of you hold my hand when I’m lost
And mold into a compass when I’m in need
of remembering something that was good for me
Sin Jan 2022
It's been a year
Since I touched you

I still remember
Your rough movements
The warmth of your skin
Soft moans that escapes my mouth
And pleasure that you brings

It's been a year
And it's still haunts me
nick armbrister Dec 2021
Memory of water
Do you know that water has a memory?
Like my memory of you from our time together.
Across the years what is ours will endure.
No one and nothing can ever steal that or erase what is real.
It started when we met in the place of many people.
Why did we notice one another?
What act of fate brought you to my heart?
There for eternity and a day.
Do you know the answer my happy angel?
Are you water and I the solution dissolved in you?
Shaken vigorously and imprinted upon the very molecular structure.
Invisible but there, as real like our love.
Mysterious and exotic, mystical and ******.
Imagine making love in a summertime stream.
Your hair all loose and wild, raven and cleansed by our river of love.
Enduring for time because we are time.
We are love, we are water, the memory of water.
Always eternal and deeply hidden, visible only to us.
You my queen, my lover, my friend, my wife, my soulmate.
My lady of water, forever flowing.
Forever water, forever love.
So much more than memories.
nick armbrister Dec 2021
Shiden-Kai
After the battle
Fishing the plane
From the water
No fighter pilot
Where is he?
Gone far away
Where warriors go
Shiden-Kai pilot
One of six
Lost that day
B-Sans or Hellcats
All the same
Way back '45
Old fading times
Not even memories
Don't forget them
Of all sides
Silence ...
Persephone Dec 2021
Their names still burn your throat with the same fire that lit their pyres 3000 years ago.
And yet you still have the audacity to call them dead?
Tony Tweedy Dec 2021
I reflect upon the season and memory of Christmas' past,
and I cant help but to wonder if this may be my last.

A thought not born of this season and its promises of joy,
but rather from the pained reflection I am no more a boy.

I think upon friends and family at distance from my day,
who I love so very dearly though they be so far away.

I find this season lonely, with a sadness now become its gift,
yearly every passing nearer to loathing has been my shift.

At an age now to be more a cynic than an optimistic man,
seeing only greed and commerce and not some godly plan.

A Christmas of my childhood, of love, good will and of care,
forever wish I for you all,
never knowing sadness and loneliness' despair.
Mixed feelings season again.... 60 down.... god knows how many more.
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