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
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.
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.
"It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life."
~P.D. James
~P.D. James
"The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time."
~Friedrich Nietzsche
~Friedrich Nietzsche
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.
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"
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...
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
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
Ocean by Anissa Ladjemi
Sun sets across an ocean sky
As the boat sails away
Into the distance
Leaving the past behind
Lost, dazed and confused
Learning to live without you
Takes courage to break free
From the shackles you bore me
Stifling my creativity
Now I am free
To roam where I please
Without harsh words
Your condescending tone
Eyes full of passion
Turned to stone
No idea what you did
You broke me you see
Stole my self esteem
Gave you pleasure
To cause me pain
Now I am sane
All are made to suffer
All are made to weep
Bruises cut me deep
I see clearly
Alone, no longer in fear
I owe you nothing
Goodbye beautiful boy
Leave me be
To roam where I please
Now I am free
As the boat sails away
Into the distance
Leaving the past behind
Lost, dazed and confused
Learning to live without you
Takes courage to break free
From the shackles you bore me
Stifling my creativity
Now I am free
To roam where I please
Without harsh words
Your condescending tone
Eyes full of passion
Turned to stone
No idea what you did
You broke me you see
Stole my self esteem
Gave you pleasure
To cause me pain
Now I am sane
All are made to suffer
All are made to weep
Bruises cut me deep
I see clearly
Alone, no longer in fear
I owe you nothing
Goodbye beautiful boy
Leave me be
To roam where I please
Now I am free
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