#rememberwhen - Hello Poetry

I remember when, As a child, My mum would "blow raspberries," In my face... She would tell me: I would laugh, and laugh, and giggle, until the craze meant I couldn’t wiggle or scream, from paralysis. I remember when, As a teen, I would blow raspberries, In my cousins’ faces, As I would babysit them And play hide-and-chase Until they came out screamin’ I remember when, As an adult, I would blow raspberries, In my nieces’ faces, Until they would dream of, and scream for, wild raspberries. I remember when... All of that seemed not so long ago —

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Sep 20, 2025

Sep 20, 2025 at 8:35 PM UTC

bekahalle

"She blows raspberries"

I remember when, As a child, My mum would "blow raspberries," In my face... She would tell me: I would laugh, and laugh, and giggle, until the craze meant I couldn’t wiggle or scream, from paralysis. I remember when, As a teen, I would blow raspberries, In my cousins’ faces, As I would babysit them And play hide-and-chase Until they came out screamin’ I remember when, As an adult, I would blow raspberries, In my nieces’ faces, Until they would dream of, and scream for, wild raspberries. I remember when... All of that seemed not so long ago —

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To Ember, Have you noticed you're far too often someone's "Once"? Far too often you make it into their "Remember Whens" While you're there you burn brightly But you burn bright until you burn out And then all you are is a memory A faded recollection Just a blurry piece of the past Like a bubble Shimmering and floating high Everything seems beautiful But once it pops That's it. The End. Ember, quit being so disposable. So easily forgotten Quit F A L L I N G And F A d i n g... So quickly. When will you stop being just a memory? From Ember Repost if you hate being just a Once and a Remember When. Or if you discovered the repost button and just got really excited because you love clicking on things. Please comment I love to read interpretations of my work and really any other thoughts you may have! :)

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Oct 30, 2014

Oct 30, 2014 at 12:15 AM UTC

ember-evanescent

To Ember, From Ember: When will you stop being just a memory?

To Ember, Have you noticed you're far too often someone's "Once"? Far too often you make it into their "Remember Whens" While you're there you burn brightly But you burn bright until you burn out And then all you are is a memory A faded recollection Just a blurry piece of the past Like a bubble Shimmering and floating high Everything seems beautiful But once it pops That's it. The End. Ember, quit being so disposable. So easily forgotten Quit F A L L I N G And F A d i n g... So quickly. When will you stop being just a memory? From Ember Repost if you hate being just a Once and a Remember When. Or if you discovered the repost button and just got really excited because you love clicking on things. Please comment I love to read interpretations of my work and really any other thoughts you may have! :)

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It was under the foggy inebriation in which I saw you With your cool undertones of confidence that shaded in the new character We spat cool fire back and forth, relishing in the burn. And so brought forth the quick paced double-speak When innocent glances linger and Accidental contact is maintained. It grows unignorable and Through the Murky Starlight You see slivers of intentions that stab with an intoxicating sting. Pairings that are all too clear, Close in on a reality in which Our Mouths are only just inches away And The air that sits between us is but a fragile atmosphere The kind that we're convinced can be thinned through your litter of affections. And suddenly I find myself rooting for Global Warming.

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Sep 29, 2014

Sep 29, 2014 at 2:04 PM UTC

Nicolette-Avery

Cool Fire

It was under the foggy inebriation in which I saw you With your cool undertones of confidence that shaded in the new character We spat cool fire back and forth, relishing in the burn. And so brought forth the quick paced double-speak When innocent glances linger and Accidental contact is maintained. It grows unignorable and Through the Murky Starlight You see slivers of intentions that stab with an intoxicating sting. Pairings that are all too clear, Close in on a reality in which Our Mouths are only just inches away And The air that sits between us is but a fragile atmosphere The kind that we're convinced can be thinned through your litter of affections. And suddenly I find myself rooting for Global Warming.

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