Reflections on a life that has moved into the past and comparing it to the life that has arrived to become the present.
This poem deals with the complex relationship between the present, past, and future. It addresses the idea that nomatter how well things are going or how much hope you have for tomorrow, dark memories may re-emerge.
Personal Thoughts on Poems: Poetry is very hard to understand when you think the poet is talking about his or herself. That then allows the poet to be misinterpreted as selfish (and poetry is not selfish.) The poet is actually channeling feelings of some event or some moment of time...
As Memorial Day weekend quickly approaches, I find myself thinking back to my grandfather, and the last time we were together this side of eternity.
How many of us (and I'm sure it's just about all of us ) can remember back to our last day of lower school? The tears and the promises to miss all of our special friends that saw us through the past year. Hugs for our favorite teachers and of course...the Lunch Lady.
Our prayer could be a testimony for others, touched by the feelings, of our infirmities, our loss; the way we feel, sometimes mere words cannot describe the agony. We give all your worries and cares to you God, for you alone cares about our deepest concerns, you will sustain us and tu...
Time will wait for nothing. A poem about the progression and change around us but how you can still hold onto happy memories.
Sometimes growing up is painful, but learning how to live and love as a child again can be beautiful and rewarding.
I have always questioned whether or not I am cursed. I have my good and bad days just like anyone else, and I wrote this during one of my not so good days.
While many people try to improve their memory, our game is all about promoting forgetfulness
Alone now, but the memories of an ageing heart live on, and the proof still visible from her loving past...is re-visited.
A very depressing poem about a man staring into a log fire, his weaknesses and his memories give him a hard time.
the days before and being alone on Christmas far away from anyone or anyplace had gotten to me. i was depressed, cold and felt as if i could cry.. when i received the best gift i could of ever of asked for from a friend i had not seen or talked to in over 35 years...
Some one said home is where the heart is I say twas not now.
Frequent transfers and new schools can be overwhelming. Patience, motivation from parents and teachers can help. Few leaves from my childhood, bitter and sweet...read on!
Every one has their own story. Some, less pleasant than others.
This is a page with poems that mainly bring back childhood memories. Just to name a few, playing freeze tag and getting the flu.
The echo of every The thunder reflects the agony of my Heart . Emotions that are like a Tearing of fabric Straight from my heart waiting to Hear him so much it hurts, pain and Lostness are all I feel. being complete, that is the way I fell apart. If I could hear ...
I wrote this song about my mother who died from Cancer in 2007. She was the most self sacrificing person I ever knew!
Memories of our childhood is all that we have. We can never go back and find what was.
About Petticoat Lane in the East End of London in the 60's and the delicatessen that was available then...the marvellous products that Eastern European Jews brought with them.
In this celestial place that I never knew, thinking deeply against the heroic passage of the day. I grimly noticed I have severed my temporal life already from spiritual life, bringing with me the ecstasy of an undying heroic duty...
A normal musician who lost his memory and can only remember everything for 30 seconds
A poem about the childhood memories of a poet, who is reminded of it by the elements of nature.
Childhood friendships that last a lifetime..can be the family that we choose for ourselves..So many captured golden moments...Favourite ice creams, favourite games, and most of all, favourite places... The memories of an elderly man, a friendship spanning a lifetime, a dying wish, and...