#remember poems on Hello Poetry

Tamara Walker Mar 4

Try living in paradise

Still recovering from trauma

Thinking about the ones left behind

Feeling sun on brown skin

While buildings burn down

Today was like any other

Enjoying cool ocean waters

While salt washes festering wounds

Fresh flesh like grapefruit is pink

Looking to the distant stars

Trampling on growing daisies

Only to lay in a field of them

Howling loud at worship

While fearing the whites of saved eyes

Lift every voice and sing

To dance and to be joyful

While quakes lulls sleeping babies

When the dust settles what remains

#life #reality #dark #death #reflection #living #heartbeat #remember #memory #struggle

Bekah Halle Mar 1

I love Sundays

I love Sunday for its quietness,
I love Sundays, for there is no rush.
I love Sundays for writing poetry.
I love Sundays for the hush.
I love Sundays for the calm before the storm.
I love Sundays because my mind reboots to the norm.
I love Sundays because I can take my soul for a walk,
And let it roam across heavenly realms.
I love Sundays to be without an agenda that I have to chalk.
I love Sundays, to remember.
I love Sundays, and that's where I will be,
Loving You more without animosity.

#sundays #quietness #slow #poetry #remember

Zack Ripley Feb 26

You don't have to die

Consider this:
at its core, a ghost is typically described as little more than a restless spirit.
Given this description, it's not too much
of a stretch of the imagination
to suggest that you don't have to die
to be a ghost.
After all, things change every day.
It would be concerning if you didn't feel lost or anxious at some point. The question then becomes "what do you do if you feel this way?" The answer: remember who you are and all it took to get you to where you are today.

#ghost #die #youdonthaveto #anxious #lost #poetry #inspiring #remember

Arcassin B Feb 15

"Social Gods" (Real Melanin Part 2)

This that "cause you said that , now I'm not speaking to you",
This that "you took too long to reply so I'm done with you".
This that "you ain't **** getting her pregnant rodney",
This that "oh now you don't remember me? Then *******!",

Where did we go so wrong with communicating?
These apps are not stimulating no more,
Its just irritating,
I get like 2 matches a day and still nobody said ****?
Waste of time isn't it?
Time to set boundaries and benefits,
At this rate , I just want friends,
Why can't loneliness end?
at least don't pretend saying what was really meant,
Its not rocket science looking within someone's soul,
But if their heart is blacker than black and milds , then I'm gone,
If I call you a ***** on this phone , then I would be wrong,
Right?
Don't call me when you and ya' hubby get into a , fight,
We all got problems that need to be solved increasing the rates of cheating and brawls,
You wanna be him, she wanna be her,
Y'all know y'all both can't have it all,
On the internet looking like fine ****,
But Whats fine **** to the spiritual,
Iykyk we ain't liberals,
Time to build our people up in general.

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/p/r-e-l-m-e-l-n-i-n-part-ii.html

#social #love #him #her #remember #spiritual

The Blue Bottles Feb 13

what its like to love a poet

we used to walk downtown
close to Christmas
you would be stoic and quiet
I would get excited over anything we saw

you wrote poems about me
you told me the most wonderful stories
I always listened
when you called me your little Sunlet

I loved you
I still do

to love a poet is not the same as to be loved by a poet.
to be loved
is so much more fulfilling
I loved you

moon

-L

to my sweet moonbeam
you are loved
you are missed

#moon #love #alone #remember

m Feb 11

called off sick

if i lie in bed
at night with the phone
flashlight on

so i can see the careful night
staring back at me

will i remember the taste
of summer
though late winter stings like california

will i watch a squinting sun
look at me like a black hole
though the night stays calm beside me

to find something
to know it

if i lie in bed
the dotting black of my room is the universe the flashlight is on
and i am the sun

#flashlight #phone #night #black #hole #winter #remember #taste

Tom Lefort Feb 8

Drop by drop

Drop by drop, the measured melancholy,
Downing secrets from the past.

Tick by tock, each treasured nobody,
Their heartbeats beaten fast.

Hurt by hurt, each regret I will ever own,
My scattered promises, a broken trust.

Death by death, the full stop comes to pass,
Leaving empty spaces upon our paths.

Life by life, such are my memories lost in time,
Those precious moments never meant to last.

Tom Lefort 2025

#drink #remember #memories #memoryregret #recall #bereft #berieved

Maximus Tamo Feb 6

I thought the pain had passed

A friend told me your news,

            They showed me a picture of your gown,

                                   ...

                                 You married him, wearing the necklace I gave you.

#gift #wedding #pictures #remember #crushed

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

Rocky Abraham Jan 30

I remember

I remember your voice
But I don't remember you rejoice
I remember you food
But I don't remember your grace

I remember my name
But I don't remember my pain
I remember my lies
But I don't remember my prize

You left so randomly
And left me with a broken heart
Whatever the reason was
Life will still go on
With or without you
This is goodbye now and forever

It looks like you've written a heartfelt poem about loss, memory, and moving on

#moveon #remember