Memory Poems

Poems on memory of loved ones who are drifted away by destiny or circumstances. A memorable collection of memory poems that will take you on a nostalgic journey filled with remembrances of the days gone by. Be it memories of childhood, of friends and lovers, of places and feelings, each poem celebrates the past connected with the strings of joy and sorrow. Poems about memories to bless you with the boon of time travel.

Tears For The Lost Memory

Tears  For The Lost Memory prose poem

It was like yesterday when the rain was failing and it never seems to stop when the sun was shining but it never seems to set. But today I was lift with the memory I thought things will continue to

I Search

I Search short poem

I search for words no longer there I search but there are empty pages blank spaces no more imaginations or illustrations I search the corners of my memory to find these words I seek important to me and then I

Scream

Scream short poem

And when she began to speak I opened her mouth just wide enough to look inside. Stretching her mouth as wide as I could get it without causing pain. I looked around directing her head in the light. Highlighting everything

Awaiting

Awaiting short poem

Was it hard to die, Arjun, So very hard to die! No songs of battle to soothe your nerves, No memory of dearest love of Krishna and her sons. Breeze blew soft from south sea against morn’s cheeks, conch shells

Heart Beat

Heart Beat short poem

Dead Will Sure Never Return Return For Sure Their Memory His Heart Was Like A Temple To Me When Alive And I Continue To Worship Him In My Heart As I Feel My Heart Is His Home And My Heart

Scrapbook

Scrapbook short poem

The story of her life began with him, Coming up to her he brought in the love scene, Everything had been so picture perfect, It seemed straight out of a silver screen..! The photographs of that era brings, Tears in

Memento Mori

Memento Mori long poem

Here rests an anonymous Memory, In the pall of shadows of a wintery night, Half-cold and slither Lone keys jingled in my jacket pocket, And black caps to disguise my fear streaked silhouette, In the pall of shadows of a

Scent Memory

Scent Memory short poem

The elevator smells like a woman I knew for a day back when I wasn’t such a behemoth could resist the mouth-temptations of savor and texture it was a bar and I was under-age but no one spotted the guilty

Tranquil Rivershore

Tranquil Rivershore short poem

Sitting on rocks, by river side, I envision your face, am tempted more, With scraps that flow, on sheet of river, I feel as am floating, and I endeavour, To quench your voice, and feel your heart, Looking to eternity,

Pink roll comb

Pink roll comb short poem

I still have it your favourite pink roll comb with the smooth bristles and colourful buds on edge entangled with your hair which I never removed. It’s here. Hope to meet you someday and find your hair messy that moment

Love Sonnet 01

Love Sonnet 01 sonnet poems

First love I recall now, and I will hence, Like rain that came ahead of April’s norms, It wets us through, though deemed of no offense, And laced our days throughout the August storms; First things have always claimed in

Ode To A Soulmate

Ode To A Soulmate prose poem

I remember the years that so quickly have passed; I remember the memories that both of us cast; I remember the trips and the fun that we shared as well as the trials and the times that went bad; I

A Few Steps Before The Storm

A Few Steps Before The Storm short poem

Bones of driftwood wind ornaments clatter leak sand onto the porch, years removed from the sea sky darkening since noon, wind coming in a variable rush quelling the waves while gulls knife across the Sound there’s a greening smell from

Moving On

Moving On prose poem

Have you ever had a longing inside to reach back and touch people and places of your past? I have. Have you ever started a quest that became one of the most beautiful projects of your life? I have. I

Meltdown

Meltdown prose poem

Lamp posts become sleeping lines; blot yellow, as I lose touch with the night. They choose when to light my knee, my eyes try to keep count. Smiling behind hair strands, I let a part of me rest on Amma’s

Again

Again short poem

Fell in love – again Felt another’s love – again Idolized someone- again Blossomed long after the spring- again. There won’t be pain – again Will pleasure be sweeter savoured, rhythmic pounding pouring together with you in me dissolving- again.

The Phantom Delight Hangs No More!

The Phantom Delight Hangs No More! prose poem

O, bemused mystery of wonder! You are the silver chain of fancy And evening mentor of joys high! And happy boon at noon Or midnight’s roaring void And wintery smile in moon? Or perennial source of ecstasy Or eternal source

Bombay City

Bombay City ode

A dowry for a princess was a city called BOMBAY with green fields, open spaces lakes and seas, tramcars that were a child’s delight horse-carts drawn by liveried men the streets were clean, wide and green with cobbled footpaths dotting

Moment Memory Magic Of Life

Moment Memory Magic Of Life short poem

Moments of Life Moments Memories the Reality of Life to Cherish Always….. Moments that made me breath….. Moments that made me alive…… Moments that made me see….. Moments that made me smell….. Moments that made me taste….. Moments that made

A Certain Age

A Certain Age short poem

If I forget spring, bruise my face with grass to meld with soil in prescience of later ritual. If I forget summer, drip on my tongue the blood of fresh berries, and the insolent taste of mint. If I forget

Mr. Bills

Mr. Bills prose poem

Last week, on the only day it rained, he hit me. Hit me so hard as I fell to the ground I asked myself will this be his last time? I saw colors, all dark shades and hues. Dark blues,

Smiles

Smiles short poem

for Joan There was the smell, the smell of film, as I popped the lid, removed it from its plastic canister, and loaded it, all fingers and thumbs, threading the leader, winding it on, praying it had caught, but scared

Tattoo

Tattoo short poem

Dark, Cold and shivering is what I feel To see you Wrapped in someone’s arms Would break me Into a thousand chipped pieces Never to be completed again It is with the idea of you That I get to feel

Silence

Silence prose poem

A sound In an empty room, Hollow space, Emptiness. Panic. Silence broken, By what ? A thud, Rooms no longer silent, Hassle and laughter, A gun shot. Once again silence But only for a second Screams erupting. Sirens in the

Distant Memory

Distant Memory short poem

A strong feeling but fading thought An internal battle of something that was lost The sadness sweeps across my body and heart It’s hard to accept I’m a memory, in the distant part But once I claimed your heart It’s

Your Memory

Your Memory short poem

In my dreams are happy endings In my dreams you are standing with me It’s just another fantasy As my life unfolds before me There is a part of you that holds me I’m living in your memory I wish

The Mango Tree

The Mango Tree short poem

It is 9 o’clock; will be up in some time. Woke up later, what! It’s still 9 o’ clock! Clock’s not working. So much smoke…! Can’t see Anything at all! …Ahu Ahhu…! Have to open the window…; the window is

Men Of Nantucket

Men Of Nantucket short poem

The moon casts a shadow stretching across cold murky water embraced by the winds all rushing towards their impending loss and men seek forgiveness for all their sins Ripples of water embrace their cold face as tiredness cajoles their drooping

Our Superstar…. Grandma!

Our Superstar.... Grandma! short poem

Grandma… What was it like to be called “Grandma” at a young age of 47? Was it joy, happiness, excitement, love or fun? You had it all and you showed us all… From your first to the last two, you