"remeber" poems
I know you were smiling down from Heaven
as we had your Memorial Service Yesterday,
I know you were watching as we gathered in your name
Each of us sharing our favorite memories we had of you.
There wasn't a dry eye to be found
as we each mourned the loss of you in our own way.
GONE FROM OUR LIVES TO SOON
I will remember you in the rising sun and its going down,
I will remeber you with each snowflake that gently
swirls to the ground,
And I will remember you, your soft spoken voice
The most beautiful sound.
GONE FROM OUR LIVES TOO SOON
No one can ever steal the beauty of you,
the love you brought to our lives,
Your Spirit Soars today with the Angels
but the memories will always survive,
My blood and yours forever intwined.
GONE FROM OUR LIVES TOO SOON
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 12:25 AM UTC
Late night still awake
dont know what to make
in sense of nothingness i feel
much more for me to be doing
its getting dark now
still not knowing how
to make this feeling flow
that we never know
i would never be the same
until i remeber to mention my name
never thought to be same
when this feeling came
still thinking about it
never knwo how to make it
i know, i can feel it
that it the right thing to fit
i wish i may do it right
i know i have the might
to make this feeling right
and make it my site
like i never know how say it
would you like to mention it?
its simple say but hard to understand
these words to say at night
i kneel down and say
thank him for this day
and tomorrow is another way
to thank him anyway
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 12:38 AM UTC
My dad was the greatest of men
I wish I would of gotten more time with him
Time has sure done it's shading
I hate to say his face is fading
His voice has long ago slipped from my memory
The sadness of that is sheer agony
I miss you as much today
As that sorrowful day you where taken away
You left this world way to soon
I still remeber that hospital waiting room
I was to late, death had already greeted you
I was only fourteen I didn't know what to do
I stood there crying in my sisters arms
I knew I would forever miss your fatherly charms
As I stood beside your open coffin
Tears spilling onto my dress, I felt like an orphan
Knowing I would never again see you smiling face
Your death was so hard to embrace
It was a gray rainy day you where placed in the ground
Setting under the cemetery tent no comfort to be found
Thinking even the angels on high
Could do no more than cry
You had been my hero, I was a daddy's girl
And my life from this point would do nothing but unfurl
I was, and still am so lost without your presence
I missed you at so many of my lifes great events
At all of my children's births
I thought of you first
And how you would of beamed with pride
At the thought I just cried
But as my memory, with time harshly shades
My love for you will never fade
I carry you forever in my heart
Like I was in yours from the start
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 9:28 PM UTC
To all the crushes.
Hey! How are you doing?
Shhh! don't answer.
I know you're good;
you always were.
That's why I fell for you
in the first place.
We don't know each other.
*You don't know me.
You don't have to.
trust me; fine, don't.
I owe you,
for all the butterfiles,
and the clicks in my knees.
I admit I am not romantic.
I am in fact dull as a dust,
but I have never found it hard,
to praise you, or compliment your existence.
Like your enchanting eyes
or as I like to call them
“The black hole phenomena”
as they could capture time,
never to let it go;
Or the radiant smile
fabricated by your perfectly carved teeth.
But I chose to not talk about it,
as it has been clichéd
by many great poets.
Remeber everytime you caught me staring
and I made it look like I was not?
Such a great actor I am,
you gotta admit this.
I always thought you had a slight clue.
Meh! It doesn't matter anymore.
And If you ever find about me
(I know you won't),
Just don't feel bad, or sad
(I know you won't).
Believe me,
If the knot in my throat had allowed,
I wouldn't be writing this. Instead,
I would be singing this in my crocodile voice,
as I then had not cared about anything, or anyone.
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 3:37 AM UTC
Remeber you're not here to eat
You're here to survive
You're fat I know
And that's alrite
Get on your feet
and do the drill
Since too long
You've been chill
It's now or never
or you'll lose control
So push it my friend
And don't be an *******
You think you know
Where you're headed
Just look around
And you'll dread it
You're not in pain
And you think it's good
Get on your feet
and be worthy of the food
For too long
You went with the flow
It's time now
To rise
Shine
And glow
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 9:04 AM UTC
When i die,
Please show me the thing i've loved the most
For i can not remeber it.
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 10:25 PM UTC
There's something majestic, yet also extremely gloomy, about a streetlight at night in the rain. Something, some unplaced dimension within the echoing cars and within the particles of water, as they spray...into oblivion
Mother, do you recall that rainy day?
The day my gumboots soaked through,
I beleive we were waiting for a bus. It was one of those city rains, when all you could dream of was home or the warmth and comfort. When all you wanted was a bath and hot-chocolate or another item of food, steaming with love. Mother, I remember holding to you're body for warmth as we sat under that old wooden bus shelter.
I clung to you're body and melted into you're lingering scent, you're falling breath and you're human form.
You held me, you hid you're shivers so as to warm mine.
We watched the cars spray etheral mist into the orange lights of the city.
We watched lovers rush by under umbrellas, we watched rain curve down the cement like a snake on it's own journey.
We listened,
oh did we ever listen, we ate up the noise, the stories within the rain, we cuddled until we felt the warmth from our bellies rise out of us like smoke or a dragons breath, tainting the air.
I, you're daughter. You, my mother.
You're long hair curling down your breast. Me, like a little berry scrunched up as close to you as I could get. Like our bodies would drip into each other as one, our breath the same. Only my gulps of air came much sooner and you silently resisted my subtle games. When the huddling was done you reached out to me with you're strong hands and you led me along the night of echoes. I can't remeber much else, asides from sitting with you in the empty pizza shop as we both savoured and satisfied our cravings for comfort. Cold-handed laughter as we danced over the most delectable pizza.
Then we caught the bus home, you sat on the red leather, grabbing the creamy yellow bar, I jumped onto the ratty blue seat beside you and leaned once again into you're body, melting into sweet harmonies.
Eating in the sounds of humans and the sound of the bus, splashing through water
and journeying on through the deep
and endless city night.
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 3:18 PM UTC
I think my biggest fear is losing,
My own imagination to increasing age,
Not birng able to write the story of my life,
Can't hold the pen or move the page.
My time has passed like the speed of light,
Tipping and turning away from my eyes,
But my mortal life isn't over,
Until all my happiness dies.
Our photo frame wasn't that heavy,
But it felt heavy as a stone,
The smile weighs my heart down,
Now my photo frame of life is alone.
I am agened, broken and weathered,
There are lines on my face that she's engraven,
Before she left, she'd dwell in my old, weak arms,
I was her broken haven.
Why did she leave? Where did she go?
My lights of sanity are going very dim,
It wasn't her that made my life lonely,
Her leaving made it grim.
I still hold our photo frame, crying, washing
The glass with my elderly tears,
Losing her, forgetting her voice,
And the color of her eyes are my fears.
I Remeber the day she wore white,
Her face the shade of Ivory,
Her brown eyes, innocent like a doe,
Her jet black hair, the color of Ebony.
Years later, her freckled hands were still,
Wearing the eternity ring, her love made
Me feel treasured, knowing that our vows from
Decades ago would never fade.
My sand filled hourglass is almost empty,
I'm suffering consequences without a crime,
I am nowhere near young and strong,
I'll never surrender to Father Time.
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 4:52 PM UTC
I told you this would last forever
But I lied
I said things will never change
But I lied
I told you you were beatiful, even though I can't explain beauty
So I lied
I told you Red was a beatiful color
but who and what describes beauty?
For they say the beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder
I say it's mostly directly proportional to how you feel about a person
Excuse my mathematical jargon because I'm no Mathematician
Don't they say in the Bible that King Solom wore Purple, the color of beauty, the color of wisdom
But who am I to tell it different so, I lied
I said your skin was as smooth as silk and as beautiful as vanilla but, was it? Was it really? I know I couldn't tell the truth so, I lied
I told you your eyes are beatiful, your eyes are big, twinkly
Maybe I lied, it was just your pupil dialating when it saw my light
I told you I could give you the world,
But the world was not mine to give to begin with, but baby its what you wanted so, I lied
I also told you the sky was green, the sea was blue, and you believed every word, I'm sorry
Maybe I lie a bit too much, or maybe just enough, or maybe that's also a lie
It's mostly to protect you
Remeber that day at the park?
I held you in my arms
The world didn't seeze to exist but us
We swore to be together for life, was it a lie
You said you're mine forever and I'm yours too, or was it also a lie?
Can't keep with the lies no more
It's lie after lie because that's all what you seem to believe
Because truth to you, seems too good to be true
I remember the day you held my hand, looked me in the eye and said, "do you still love me? "
I know I used to answer that everyday with no doubt in my mind, but that day,
The answer remained the same,
As I said proudly, "I still do babe"
Guess what?...
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 9:16 AM UTC
How badly I want to be in that
John Hughes film
I want the cheesy romance
That reeks of tears for fears
And looks like the **** or geek or criminal
That sixteen candle
Sitting on your 944 porche
With the credits rolling up kind of romance
Please leave your notebook at home
Locked up with a vow you don't remeber.
I want that weird science kind of chemistry
A day off involving you
I can look pretty in pink
I can look pretty in Hughes of you.
Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 11:30 PM UTC
i dont know what to think. i dont know what to do. i love him. right?
yes, i do.
but no, i dont, i can't.
why am i still thinking about you?
yes, he makes me smile,
but, when im with him, i wish it were you by my side
i wish it were you looking into my eyes, not him.
the things he says to me,
they make my heart melt
but i think its because
i hear them in your voice.
i picture your lips moving and
i am reminded of the way you lick your lips after every few words
i remeber the effect the sparks that your words had
on my heart
and for some reason,
i just dont feel them with him the way i did with you,
especially when he tells me im beautiful.
He gives me the world, but for some reason,
it's just not enough.
I know it sounds so selfish,
but in reality,
all i want is to be happy.
i'm not happy.
i can never sleep at night.
the voices in my head keep me awake,
sometimes, those voices tell me to forget about you
and to continue being with him
those, i consider those to be nightmares.
but sometimes,
those voices sound like your voice
and like to repeat old memories in my brain
slowly, but surely,
drowing me.
These waters im in continue to rise.
so what should i do?
contiune to go through the days, pretending im happy?
or should i just find a way out?
oh, i forgot,
there is no way out.
ever.
I dont want to hurt him,
yet I dont want to be in pain either,
I want you to be happy,
Yet i want to be the one to make you smile.
So,
i guess i'll stay here,
stuck in the mess of emotions,
while the waters im in
continue to rise
eventually drowning me in my
own thoughts,
wrong doings,
and my own pity.
when will i be able to
just breathe?
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 11:43 AM UTC
Thud, Thud.
Thud, Thud.
Thud, Thud.
Thud, Thud.
The heart could never stay calm,
Not at a time like this.
Whispers spread along the line,
Did Miss Jones just say "Good Luck"?
I dont know, I wasn't really listening.
Remeber what happens, I tell myself,
Dont look into their eyes or you'll forget.
Five minutes to go, how much more
Do I have to bear this?
Four minutes....now John Smith has
Just passed out.
Three minutes....now Emily Watson has
Just passed out too.
Two minutes....I think I might just follow suit
And join the unfortunate ones.
One mintute to go, now i can't bear
this much longer.
How much more do I have to bear this?
None
A sound is heard,
Lights suddenly brighten
Silence then follows.
My feet lead me forward,
But I can't remember a thing.
I looked into their eyes.
Wished for darkness again
Nov 17, 2009
Nov 17, 2009 at 7:31 AM UTC
If you could turn back time,
What would be your time.....
If you could turn back time,
What would be your reason why.....
If you could turn back time,
Would ever thing turn out fine......
If you could turn back time,
remeber you would have to go,
through your reason why....
If you could turn back time,
how long would it last,
the time will go by fast...
If you could turn back time,
would it be a crime.....
If you could turn back time,
would it be for peace of mind. .
Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 3:28 PM UTC
uhm, so hey!
i think i really like you?
I saw you the other day, im pretty sure it was in may-
you gave me this smile, that made all of my terrible thoughts go away.
and i swear you gave me this look, that took me forever to get out of my mind.
you were so kind to me, and enjoyed making me tea.
oh gee,
i hope i dont so cheesy, but gosh i think you're amazing;
remeber when you were gazing at me? and came up to me saying how i was so pretty?
my face became hotter than the sun, on a monday afternoon.
i loved that day,
anyway yeah i really like you. and i don't know if you like me too, but hey that's okay! Maybe i'll find out one day.
Are you sure you want to erase this message?
Yes.
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 10:37 PM UTC
While out walking with my girlies
Felt a feeling in my curlies
No need to say just what
Had made that feeling in my ....(nether regions shall be used here....but feel free to rhyme away)
I ran into the nearest store
I knew what I was looking for
No need now to name the brand
You'll all know later where I stand
It's obvious who came to visit
You never really want to miss it
Unless you're trying for a kid
Then everyone knows what you did
No need now to be so coarse
But later riding on a horse
I felt a sudden urge to swim
It came to me just on a whim
So off I went out to the pool
Standing there just like a fool
My Esther Williams gene arrived
And on the count of three....I dived
I was great, I did astound
Thankfully..no sharks around
But as I finished in the water
I thought...well now I think I oughta...
Go out running for a while
In four minutes I'd done a mile
Incredibly, I had a feeling
For a cup of good Darjeeling
So I took a small time out
Before I had a boxing bout
Now, this I thought I'd never done
But then again, it could be fun
I was surprised, for I'm quite meek
I only hoped I didn't leak
Remeber when this whole thing started
It wasn't cause I thought I'd farted
Now, truth be told I cannot lie
I'd never give these things a try
But on tv....I saw an ad
And women do these with their pad
So, Playtex is the brand I like
And now I'm off to ride my bike!!!
So slap one on to be athletic
Then you won't be so pathetic
Buy one box and get two free
Playtex is the brand for me!!!
May 3, 2012
May 3, 2012 at 5:02 PM UTC
Let's stand around and talk about taxes and crime
Or watch it on t.v
Cool people only getting cooler
As alcohol leaks
I think I remeber leaving a party with you and falling asleep
on a dew covered hill
But I woke up in my bed
The shirt you had warn
Was pink and white through the haze
Remebering your face
But I still couldn't think your name
...I remember that you said you liked only
The old starwars
And your favorite Zelda
Ocorina of time
You got high with me and watched adventure time
And talked to me about the effects of ether on the human mind
You liked ska and doc martens
With only black laces
Japanese tea pots
BC ***
Black Jack Davey
Tattooed on your neck
You told me you were fourteen
When you last wore black lipstick.
"Far out"
Yellow Submarine
Mushroom picker
The
Tingling of your spine
As it creeps up your neck
I was about to fall away to oblivion
Until I saw your smiling teeth
I got all the way to work without noticing
Jen
And your number on my wrist
Jan 10, 2012
Jan 10, 2012 at 12:59 AM UTC
Stripping the sheets that took away a soul
Life goes on we just replace it with a new one
Monthly by monthly days go by
Its not always sunshine and rainbows oh my
The fragile soul that was left here to rest
Will forever be ingraved here in my head.
Goodbye forever and may you rest in peace
I will remeber you all piece by piece
Jul 28, 2021
Jul 28, 2021 at 3:56 AM UTC
I was driving to work just the other day
this guy was riding my bumber like I was in his way
he decides to pass but almost clips my car as he cuts me off
he hears my horn and flags the middle finger to flip me off
I return the gesture and his tail light burst into bright red
slamming on his breaks and tempting fate what a bone head
I hold down my horn to let him know I am thoroughly ****** and had enough
he motions to pull over to the side of the road, he thinks I won't call his bluff
out of my car first and I can hear his big mouth and it is still runnin'
I won't be showing any mercy this ***** has it commin'
my fist meets his face with a loud smack and the blood begins to flow
a few more punches and he lands face down in the snow
now his ribs and my steel toed work boots are being vigorously introduced
it's amazing how from rude behavior so much hostillity is produced
before I go to get in my car to leave and finish out my day
I lean down and look into his ****** face and blackend eyes and I say
"The next time you decide to be an inconsiderate ******* when you drive, remeber this beating and how lucky you are to still be alive!)
Jan 26, 2011
Jan 26, 2011 at 1:10 AM UTC
As I read through my old journal,
I realized what I have overcome,
How much I've learned,
And I remembered why I used to hate reading and writing.
Dyslexia has always been a pain for me.
I couldn't really read until I was in 3rd grade.
I could read,
But its because I saw words like pictures.
I knew what they were,
But I never gave them any real thought.
I would read,
"The cat is brown."
And my teacher would ask,
"What color is the cat?"
And I would respond with,
"What cat?"
Like the lady had lost her mind.
I started my journal when I was in 5th grade.
I had practically only been reading for 2 years.
I'm grateful now,
Of how far I've came.
Before,
I couldn't spell simple words.
I spelt the word remember as remeber.
The word sandwich was sandwicht for me.
Diary was dairy.
Behind was beeheind.
Even so much as the word and had its own difficulties. I spelt it as aedn.
The word sorry was missing an "R" and the word very had an extra one.
Concrete was concreaete.
A purse was a purce to me.
Every time I would write a poem,
I would write pemo and then put a number beside of it.
I wouldn't have a clay model, I would have a klayh modle.
Festival was feastaival.
Favorite was favearit.
Does was dose,
And should was suhood.
Living with this...
To say the least has been a struggle,
But I've overcame it,
And I'm proud of how far I've come.
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 1:07 AM UTC
I’ve been drinking last night
I am not proud
It didn’t end up well
But
After such a long time
I felt like I belong
Somewhere
I could talk
And I did
I kissed, I laughed
And today I don’t remeber much
I’ve asked myself many times
Why do I do this?
Drink until I can’t control myself
For such a long time
I haven’t known the answer
But I know it now
Well, it is easy
To lose yourself to alcohol
To forget everything
Especially who you are
To become someone else
And I like it
I like to be that loud girl
Who does what she wants
Who doesn’t care about opinions
Who kisses whoever she likes
I do like that
I LOVE being wild
´Cause that’s the exact opposite of my true self
That’s why I drink
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 6:16 AM UTC
We took everything off the shelf
opened each can to look inside our self
diced the onion until we had tears in our eyes
skinned the potato until the rough skin subsides
chopped the carrot so only sweetness remained;
rotten lost, flavor gained
turned the knobs to the highest setting
combined our ingredients to avoid forgetting
heated well and tried for taste
we added spices until the right ones were placed
you said you wanted a cinnamon girl
we grabbed it from the lazy Susan and gave it a whirl
it was just what we needed but we were too blind to see
I burned my tongue when you were feeding me
it still needed work but we never lost patience
we just kept trying; most things require maintenance
the finished product was reached after a while
you poured in cheese as I flashed a cornbread smile
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 11:20 AM UTC
Creek
I call it a crick
when I was ten- no eleven
Maybe ten and a half
My dad worked as a mechanic....like I do now
I remeber he came home one day and kicked off his ***** workboots by the front door
His hands were always dirtier than a son-of-a-bitch
He always had grease and dirt under his nails when he got home
and would run them under hot water and glo-jo like I do now
Them hands were COVERED in scars
*....mine aren't that scarred yet
and I'm hoping they never will be
I got out of this town once and made it half way around the God **** planet
But I came back when aunt mary-lou died
the only thing I remember from that funeral
....the girl across from me was wearing a red thong
her name was Megan (I had a dog with that name once)
She was aunt mary-lou's friends **** *** stepdaughter
She had that look like
"I am way too good for this trailer park ********
And I smiled and thought
"I know you are"
*
Well my dad came home
To find out that I had broken the bb gun he got when he was fourteen
And instead of yellin' at me
or beatin' me
he told me to go get him a beer
and he let me have a sip
I thought he was gonna tear me up and down like a red headed step-child
Or put his cigarette out on my palm
But he didn't
He just sat there
and still to this day I wonder why I didn't get the usual
Truth is:
when I came back from getting his beer on that fateful day
I thought I might have seen my dad wiping a tear from his cheek
Jan 12, 2012
Jan 12, 2012 at 1:02 AM UTC
Replaying that moment in my head
Our first kiss
I was so numb
I couldn't feel a ******* thing
I laid back and closed my eyes
My body so weak
You wrapped your arm around me
The only safety I had felt in a long while
You were wine drunk
I could taste the alcohol on your tongue
I now remeber how I felt;
Pathetic, ever so young
I loved the scent of your skin
You smelt like home after a long day at work
You were my home
My resting place
I'm homeless now
You dug my grave
I'm six feet under and you don't even give a ****
**** you.
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 6:31 PM UTC
Do you remember?
I destroyed you
Do you remeber?
I cheated
I lied
I cut
And I tried
Do you remeber?
So don't come back now
There's no way no how
Do you remeber?
Our fights
Our anger
Our pain
The danger
Do you remeber?
You destroyed me
Do you remember?
You manipulated
You lied
You left
Never tried
Do you remember?
Why did we do that
Do you remember?
After the kissing
The missing
The loving
I'm reminiscing
Do you remember?
Your lips
My hands
Together
Our plans
Do you remember?
Like glass
One thousand feet high
Breathless
Our bodies touching the sky
Do you remeber?
We were happy
So happy
In love
Do you remember?
But we can't live back there
In the past
Do you remember?
The future
Do you remember?
I loved you once
Do you remember?
Can we love love again?
Do you remember?
I won't get my hopes up
Because I remember.
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 3:16 AM UTC