Memories by Rosanella

Back and forth the pendulum moves
Grains of sand drop one by one
Days, weeks, years have passed,
Vivid memories of a time that has gone past

Flashing in the distance
Now strong, then weak,
I can see them clearly
Vivid memories of a time that’s gone, at last!

Eyes staring through the limpid water,
Fresh in my mind just like yesterday
The solitary fish swims through pebbles staring me back,
Oh those memories of a time gone so fast.

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Memories by Sean

Memories


Some are buried some are old
Some erotic and many untold
Sound sight touch taste and smell
always fill our memory well

They often come back to visit
Upon a cue
And always leave
A little clue

some dwell upon their memory well
be careful for it can cast a spell
as we construct a
Man made cell

some people
dive in
and journey through
the labyrinth dew

to see past
the memory dew
and find the key
to all thats new

Memories (Palindrome) by Susan Jane Sims

Palindrome

I have just made an egg sandwich with soft white bread,
sliced the egg with the orange plastic egg slicer
I found in Mum’s drawer. And I’m back there,
the seventh of the seventh seventy seven.
That’s a palindrome, the doctor said
when he called that morning to check on Mum
post cancer treatment. Later when the nausea settled
I had made her a sandwich much like this one,
the egg slightly warm. Noticed that her Christmas cacti
was blooming out of season.



Susan also has her own website where she showcases her own poetry and that of others.
www.poetryspace.co.uk

Memories by Gem

Sitting in an old chair by the window
Her hair white as winter snow
She gazes out for hours
Watching plays in her mind

They run and dance
Laugh and sing
They kiss and dream
Planning and living their lifes

She smiles at the two young people
So full of life so happy
Watching their severy moment
The good times and the bad

The memories of him and her
So sweet, so much love
She will be with im soon
Untill then the play keeps him alive

Memories by Erato

Memories of another time
Blurred sensations leading to strong emotions
Memories of the past
Of a future becoming
Of time passing
Of my present foreshadowing

Sometimes they pop up and surprise me
Just forgot had these memories.

Bits of a movie
Called life history
Easy to rewind
Difficult to erase
I carry them
Along my path
Sometimes heavy and noisy
And at other times
Randomly playing
Lightly and colourfully
Like butterflies

Memories by Maddy

"Memories"

I have no Memory,
no matter how good or bad
the story.

I guess what I am saying,
the show is always playing.
It is a personal choice,
Not to Stop, Rewind or Fastforward,
my own creation of space.

It keeps me going,
keeps me growing.
Allows my flowing.
The trailer currently running,
is damn Funny.

Memories by Tomas Davis

Powdered Memories.

Powdered memories live like a jigsaw,
every single one fitting into the others around them,
mixed with thoughts too insignificant to recollect,
such as; dreams, goals and hopes.
days all merging into one,
tainted by forgotten woes,
hope lost and dreams vanishing with the sun.
days getting shorter - nights longer,
tarnished lives running riot among the land of the righteous,
angels being led astray, beliefs forgotten.
health is destroyed and minds fryed,
all for a life of powdered memories.


From Tomas:
"I wrote this whilst i was living on the streets in london 4 months ago- this was my second ever poem.
I am currently trying to get published.
My love of poetry really inspired me to get off the streets and change my life - i now have a home and am studying at college.
Please check out my website, set up to help other people get the confidence and inspiration to achieve their goals."
www.poetryshare.weebly.com.

Memories by Rae Louise Jones

Kioku*

I often long to return
To simpler, lucid times
When I travelled the deadly deserts,
Wallowing in self-pity
When I should have embraced the golden sun
With all my emancipated strength

I often long to return
To somewhat magical times
When I explored the winter city,
Wallowing in fake loneliness
When I should have enjoyed the snowing solitude,
The freedom to bask in me

Sleeping without dreaming,
I exactly exist

I often long to return
To the simpler, lucid times
And the somewhat magical times
With all the confidence, intelligence,
The bliss and invisible friendships
That now dwell inside my soul

I’d joyfully embrace the golden sun,
I’d intensely enjoy the snowing solitude,
I’d appreciate my treasures, old and new,
With the freedom to appreciate me

Dreaming without sleeping,
I exactly exist


* Japanese for "Memory"

Memories by Paula Greene

Memories

You are never far from my mind
never far from my thoughts,
even after all these years
your memory still remains
locked deep in my heart

Sometimes I feel I can sense you
and other times I am sure I glimpse you
the back of you disappearing
into the midst of a crowd
or I think I see you in the street
but of course, its not you.

Our song still plays on the radio
and when I hear it
it always transports me back in time
when I would lay in your arms
and you would kiss me softly
and lull me to sleep.

Wherever you are darling
and whoever you are with
part of you is always with me
and always will be
until the very end of time...

Memories by Anissa Ladjemi

Happy Fathers Day Dad
Never knew you wish I had
The day you died
Only five, a child no concept of death
Changed our world turned upside down
Never the same again
Image of you faded now

Growing older think of you often
My face image of your own
Your eyes, smile like mine
Give me a sign

Look at the sky, think of you
Would we laugh and cry?
Wipe a silent tear from my eye
You smiling down
Seeing my mistakes, confusion, despair
Are you lying on fluffy clouds?
In your Sunday best, at rest?
Death was quick
What’s it like?
Did we flash through your mind?
Beautiful black and white image of happier times
Life we should have had
Happy father’s day Dad

Memories by Erato

Memories of another time
Blurred sensations leading to strong emotions
Memories of the past
Of a future becoming
Of time passing
Of my present foreshadowing

Sometimes they pop up and surprise me
Just forgot had these memories.

Bits of a movie
Called life history
Easy to rewind
Difficult to erase
I carry them
Along my path
Sometimes heavy and noisy
And at other times
Randomly playing
Lightly and colourfully
Like butterflies