"reminiscing" poems
Thinking of you,
wishing you were here
reminiscing about your lips
the sweet scent of your hair
our tongues touching
my mouth, breathing in your air
our bodies so close;
temperatures so hot, we melt the air
as our flesh mesh
distance disappears
I can feel your heartbeat,
the feeling insane,
two bodies becoming one
as you take me in vein
Your body paralyzed by my tremors
I whisper your name
you pulling me in closer
deeply impaled by my frame
your pleasure is mine
its ours all the same
two soulmates
together we remain.
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 12:24 AM UTC
I was brought into this house
Ordered from the local furniture shop
Made to order according to specifications
I am a wingback,
Upholstered in full-grain leather
True to my rich heritage
I was placed in the library
Amongst the illustrious works of famous writers
Half- a - century have passed, providing support
To the backbone of the family
Although tired, he finds solace in my cozy embrace
I give him my wings to fly into the world of literature
Cervantes, Bunyan, Bacon, Goehte, Dostoevsky, Chekov, Tolstoy
Some of the names from the illustrious collection
Not all were privileged to have a seat here
He was transported to each era, savoring the rich legacy
Of literature down the centuries
I was privy to the mind-boggling debates
Which he conducted with himself
Trying to reason each work of literature
A mere wingback rose to be a companion
Providing sturdy support on the mahogany legs
One fine day the reading session ended in deep slumber
Five decades of bonding and companionship came to an end
Now, I stand here, forlorn, at the corner of the library
Reminiscing the reading sessions, and siesta
The wingback does not have the wings to fly away from this bond
© Amitav (Radiance)
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 2:35 PM UTC
*Dust flits gently on its arm; slowly & lazily.
As if not to cut, tear the patiently sewed seams.
Cotton against yellowing white thread.*
**The sanctuary for reminiscing about mesmerising scenes
The throne for Kings and Queens without crowns to be seen
I'm overwhelm by ecstasy as I bask in this endless elation of delectation.**
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 7:54 AM UTC
Fulfill the dreams of yearning heart
Under the arch lights, bathed in glory
Reminiscing the path that you took
Forlorn and strewn with hurdles
At times an effortless glide ahead
Blended with mixed fortunes
Inching towards the destination
Trial of patience as going gets tough
Dreams will be fulfilled, after tribulations
Don’t stop dreaming just yet
Ignore the furtive glances of cynics
Dreams are to be nurtured and fulfilled
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 11:23 PM UTC
Lying here reminiscing about the time we had,
you made me smile and my heart fluttered in my chest.
I think how nobody can make me laugh anymore,
but imagining about the past never helps
or the constant daydreams of death, I keep to myself.
I’m so restless from wrestling with these thoughts in my head,
they're too loud and piercing, paralyzing me to my bed.
I’m busy listening to the soothing whispers, that all want me dead.
Looking for the coast to be clear, so I don't have to be fake again.
Since the mumblings remain, to sting and heighten all the pain.
I try and write out the disturbing sounds to keep them at bay,
waiting for the right moment to come when I can drain my brain.
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 8:08 PM UTC
Remember me as a time of day in the same way you create an acute awareness of the sun beginning to stream through by the ill protective armor of your window.
As your alarm goes off in the morning remember me in those moments that you wipe the sleep away from your eyes and vaguely remember your dream which was once your most vivid reality.
Remember me like I am three hours past noon and you're reminiscing on the days that once existed when you would be dying to leave the four walls of your adolescent day job.
Remember me like I'm the comfort of your favorite jacket you would throw on to protect yourself from the cold, day in and day out.
Remember me like I'm 4:45 in the morning and you're in your teenage years contemplating if it's still okay for you to wake mom and dad out of their deep sleep just to go along with your love for Christmas morning.
In that time remember me like I'm the peace that surrounded you and the excitement that caused you to lose sleep.
Remember me as I'm seconds short of nine in the evening and you sit by the fire awaiting your favorite TV show.
In that moment remember me as the adventure you anxiously awaited your eyes to meet, and the shadow of the warmth cast around your feet.
Remember me as a time of day through sun up and sun down
whether there or not through time will I arrive by regards of the clock and I'll meet your mind as I stand watch.
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 1:46 AM UTC
It's time to enter a sleepless mind
The cogs and wheels spin and grind
I hear the whistles and the chimes
My head racing faster than a v8
Thoughts are larger than a U.S state
For my sleep I am ever so late
Clocks in my head, tick tocking
Side to side my head rocking
Chains pulling of the ship docking
Inside a war is going
Bullets and missiles a throwing
Explosions is all, lost for all knowing
Eternity lost in void of thought
Reminiscing on all I was taught
Consistent darkness you haunt
A sleepless mind is what I see
It is all I know how to be
So if don't you mind, come join me
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 10:57 AM UTC
Craving your luscious lips right next to mine.
Reminiscing the moment when we experienced Cloud Nine.
It began with a French kiss, then biting your hard *******
That further progressed to smacking your buttocks, creating small ripples.
As our clothes depart, we escalated the ****** tension with every touch we had marked.
Passion so intense, penetrating ever so deep;
We grasped the feeling of ecstasy till that moment when we couldn’t breathe.
Experiencing love and bliss that felt like an eternity…
How fortunate were we to experience the alignment of our souls unbound.
Till the moment we parted ways, leaving memorable traces so profound.
By: Michael M. De La Fuente
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 7:49 PM UTC
In sleepless nights I lie awake,
Thinking about dying and lying in a wake,
Fearing the cold void that might await.
In sleepless nights I lie awake,
What peace would be like, to finally rest,
Thinking of the eternal slumber that awaits.
In sleepless nights I lie awake,
Tired and weary, sad and in misery,
Wondering when the day would get better.
In sleepless nights I lie awake,
Haunted by the memories of loved one's who've passed.
In sleepless nights I lie awake,
Reminiscing of the past, of the sweet precious memories that keeps out the dark.
In sleepless nights I lie awake,
Thankful I made it through the day,
Without falling apart and breaking away.
In sleepless nights I would continue to lie awake,
And stare at the ceiling in the dark,
Until Morpheus comes to take me away.
Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 2:33 PM UTC
Diving into my insecurities,
Replaying the same mistakes
Unfolding memories from the deepest crease,
Mesmerizing the unforgettable words
Reminiscing over faint situations
Tears trembling down my face,
A wave of nerves tip toe down my spine,
Tearing my mind into pieces
Thoughts are scattering around,
Blemishing the good thoughts
Peeling away the flesh of my sanity,
Revealing layers of my anxiety
Losing sight of what’s right
A misunderstanding of my identity,
A willingness to be distant
From the people I love dearly
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 8:15 AM UTC
Tightly forcing her body against the clay
Scraping her tarnished skin, on its unforgiving stones
Determined
Unhinged, narrow thought became disturbed
Intention, soaking the soils energy
Becoming one with nature
Persuit, rapid decaying
No trail of life
Evidence faded
Secluded mountain peak
30 miles in, her only goal accomplished
Her pocket knife she holds over head
Pretending to cut the fluffy clouds in half
One fast Stab
She lays in her vanishing grave
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 6:51 PM UTC
What can win against time, someone asked me
reminiscing the journey which started eighteen months ago
with me and him philosophizing intricacies of life
and human emotion
relishing the daily luxuries of satisfying debates
when little did I know that we would walk all along
fighting demons in our own being
surviving closed ends of fate
and loneliness
The man I got to learn of
his real, gentle and calm soul
comforted with the truth of a warm heart
eventually knocking out the dread
of long distances between us
relinquishing the storms in our minds
embracing sparkles of different weathers
Shall it really last forever
self-contained
or burst out with emotion
believing
it really is us
together
and our love fueled by faith in search of its way
which outlasts time
a shining beacon
in midst of an ocean of crowded wilderness.
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 10:25 PM UTC
yay! I so love this feeling
it was a beautiful evening
much hugs and kisses from you, my darling
until now, I can't stop myself from reminiscing
sweet memories are unending
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 12:55 AM UTC
When she left she couldn't help but to leave that soft and sweet fragrant scent behind. You right, love is blind. There are other senses which make me miss her. Don't get me wrong, she is a enthralling flower. However I'm only reminiscing on the way she lingers, I'm drawn in by every 'come here' gesture of her finger. The openness of my nostrils, the little chill hills which coexist with my follicles. Jasmine... she is so honorable.
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 11:58 AM UTC
⭐️
*Reading is like
Sitting under
A canopy of trees
Listening to the humming of bees
Chirp of birds
A gentle breeze soothing the mind
Absorbing the warmth of the early morning sunshine
Being one with nature
A solitude
Undefined Peace
Writing is like
An ever flowing stream
Cascading rills
Sparkling placid waters
The essence of nature
The different seasons
Like a flurry of emotions
The moments lived
Reminiscing the times
The Moments to come
The moments one dreams
Different reasons
Wrapped in words ideal
Writing is Therapeutic
The essence of it all*
⭐️
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 2:25 PM UTC
"I can't stop thinking about you,
Reminiscing all the memories..
I sometimes wonder if you miss me too,
Or were they all plastic memories?"
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 5:30 PM UTC
Reminiscing
Nature’s way of showing
Those old-timey memories
Your first true love
Your first heartbreak
Your third-grade strait As
Your ninth grade strait Ds
Reminiscing
Those old-timey memories
The picture is terrible
All faded and stained
The sound is choppy
And voices drained
But yet we long to be transported
Back to those old times
So we relive the past
Or get on track
Reminiscing
Nature’s way of showing
You are who you are
So don’t long to change the past
Oct 21, 2010
Oct 21, 2010 at 8:20 PM UTC
Slumming.
Slumming around downtown.
Slumming around downtown St. Paul.
A broke high school student.
A broke student with perpetual down time.
A broken down senior student letting go of time.
Slumming.
Slumming down to Raspberry.
Slumming down to Raspberry Island.
Walking across the Mississippi River.
The bridge had been raided.
Marching.
Marching down teal and raspberry stairs.
Icycle nose hairs.
Seeing my breath as my chest shivers.
I found my heart trapped under the solid river.
Teenagers ******** about freshmen that got the bridge raided,
Teenagers ******** about artists they've always hated
and artists ******** about things they've created.
Underagers slowly letting out smoke.
Underagers letting out what keeps their lungs beating.
Underagers slowly letting out steam, cheating.
Me.
letting out smoke that came from the ice.
Smoke of below zero temperature, freezing my insides.
Mindless.
Mindlessly walking.
Mindlessly walking through endless skyways.
Mindless.
Mindlessly talking.
Mindlessly talking about things I don't remember.
Until we've arrived at We-Be-Smokin'.
Huddling.
Huddling in a group.
Admiring the art that claimed the spot before we did.
Scuttling.
Feet scuttling.
Feet scuttling in place to outrun the cold.
Reminiscing of months before when I was sitting alone in Starbucks with my
venti white chocolate mocha listening to crazy George yell at his imaginary
wife. Not being bothered. Not being cold.
Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 12:06 AM UTC
I am tired of my grades determining my worth
I am tired of negativity stealing my happiness
I am tired of ******** slicing through my inner peace
I am tired of fixing something when someone always messing with it
I am tired of thinking but still asking
I am tired of looking but still searching
I am tired of sleeping but still dreaming
I am tired of reminiscing but still remembering
I am tired of loving but still wondering
I am tired of admiring but still idolizing
I am tired of everything but still hoping
I am tired of expecting but still waiting
I am tired of living but afraid of dying
I am tired of crying
I am tired of yelling
I am tired of being sad
I am tired of pretending
I am tired of being alone
I am tired of feeling crazy
I am tired of feeling stuck
I am tired of needing help
I am tired of missing things
I am tired of being different
I am tired of missing people
I am tired of feeling worthless
I am tired of feeling empty inside
I am tired of not being able to just let go
I am tired of wishing i could start all over
I am tired of dreaming of a life i will never have
I'm tired of it
I'm so tired
but most of all
I'm just tired of being tired
I know i'm tired
I know i'm physically and emotionally drained
but I have to keep going
Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 1:17 PM UTC
You said you don't even know me anymore
my moods, my personality, my characters
keep on changing like the weather
Morning when it rains
I am sweet , gentle and romantic
afternoon, when its hot and humid
I am mean, I am harsh and I snap at you
...a little grouchy
Well, I really dont know...
but here is the story...
On one sunny sky bright day
Our love story started to bloom
and the whole world cheered and clapped
to celebrate this greatest love story
When all of a sudden a dark cloud appeared
and stole the sunshine smile away
love went into coma... for a year or two
The monsoon rains and again we missed
the gentle love on wet cold nights
Inseparable in the love nest we built
Glued together the whole rainy days
It was midnight when we had a storm
Ugly weather
We were forced to build this wall
and kept our distance again
A whole year in complete vacuum
missed the love nest
but preferred the cocoon better
Today is a warmer day
The sun is coming out lazily
a little bit of warmth in the atmosphere
I tried to smile a little
and I said Hello
You grabbed my hand and told me
Never to change the weather again
I smile with tears in my eyes
reminiscing all the weathers
when we used to love and hate
How much time have we wasted?
This is me... This is you...
We are so much in love
Why must we change with the weather?
I might be Tornado in some days
or hurricane in another
but my heart beats still the same
despite the weather changes
Trust me
My love I never changed
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 2:21 PM UTC
What exactly is "awe"?
Is it something you feel
is it something you saw?
Does it lay in a sunset on a beach?
it felt so close, yet so out of reach.
Does it lay in the eyes of a child
as she discovers something new?
Is it forgiving other people
while receiving forgiveness too?
Is it watching a person grow
as they become a better person
than the person you used to know?
Maybe it's stepping on a stage
feeling excitement no matter your age.
Is it reminiscing on people passed?
Feeling their touch inside of you
a touch that will always last.
Is it touching hundreds of flowers
or laughing for the last time in your last hours?
Maybe it's in music
the beat inside
the wonder glowing on your face
a glow you just can't hide.
None of these answers are wrong.
Find it in a setting or in a song.
No matter where life may take you
make sure you find the wonder
in every little thing you do.
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 12:12 AM UTC
At the start
A bright beginning,
A happy union
An ignited spark
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
Clutching the doll
Happily
Going everywhere
Together
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
Out the door
Around the house
And maybe to see your friend's
Pet mouse
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
Together forever
Best little buds
Totally inseparable
Just like a shadow
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
The doll was there
Through all the sunshine
The doll was there
Through all the rain
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
It kept you company
Through the smiles
Laughing with
Your every mile
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
It kept you safe
Through all those nights
And kept those shadowy things
At bay
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
It dried your tears
Through all those times
A simple hug
Could heal that soul
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
It waited for you
Every day
Until you came back
Home
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
Then something happened;
You grew up
The waiting became
Longer
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
The distance widened,
Left behind
But still it kept on
Waiting
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
You talked less
You played less
But still it looked on
Hopefully
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
The doll was stuck
In a timeless state
But you just kept on
Growing
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
Soon, you no longer
Came to see
The doll; it was already
Fading
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
Forgotten, neglected
In its dusty little corner
Reminiscing of the times
Together, spent
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
Wishing you would
Come back round
To look, or just
To care
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
It kept on hoping
It kept believing
It kept the flame alive,
Burning
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
But everyday
It kept on dimming
The pure white fur
With dust, greying
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
Time passes
Minutes, hours
Days.
Soon, it's been a year.
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
More time passes
Just like so,
Until you were
So fully grown
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
Gone were the days
Of carefree playing
Gone were the days
Of chatting
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
The doll has faded
Right out
Your mind
You were most preoccupied
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
Then suddenly
You remembered
Retraced your steps
And found the corner
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
You see the little doll
You've grown up with
A companion, confidant,
A friend.
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
You pick it up
But something's different
The flame inside
Has died
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
Hollow eyes stare back
At you
Cold and frozen
Over
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
With a twinge
You placed it
Back onto
A wooden shelf
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
Now with the
Closing of the door
The both of you
Were parted
*A little wolf
So pure, so bright
Loyal till
The very end*
Aug 24, 2013
Aug 24, 2013 at 10:44 AM UTC
Confused and misguided I found myself in the bookstore,
Looking for myself in the writing of poets,
Where pain and love met, I yearned for more
Found myself in disguise, broken, feeling time fly
Broken and insecure, I found myself in the bookstore.
Reading about my past lovers, was I not strong enough for the storm?
Loved a man who failed to explore,
The woman inside me begging for more
Lost but committed, I found myself in the bookstore.
Reminiscing on our lust, was I a bore?
Picking up a book filled with promises,
Will I ever get what love has in store?
Running towards lust, I ended up broken in the bookstore.
You left me broken but wanting more
Addicted to your soul, I failed to remember..
That I met you at the bookstore
-Henessy J. Beltre
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 9:18 PM UTC