Rememebring Poems

Rememebring poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of rememebring poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on rememebring are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

The Pebbled road beneath

The Pebbled road beneath short poem

The pebbled road beneath my feet feels fresh, The calluses account for the miles they have tread. The path contours my tiny feet, Running patter towards the country fair. Rushing into the mangrove, I feel the wet grass tickle my

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The Y Chromosome

The Y Chromosome short poem

you may wait days for a woman to pass by who smells better than candy better than art and nature could cook up that’s a lot of days sniffing for an accidental woman just so you can be arrested and

Mr. Stubborn…

Mr. Stubborn... ode

With a sinking heart he compiled All the memories that are scattered behind He resigned from his past and assign himself for the mankind Jogging on the road of prosperity and snoop in the ways of wind It was just

Daddy’s Little Girl

Daddys Little Girl elegy

Oh how I remember being daddy’s little girl All of those late nights dancing in the kitchen and you watching me twirl Oh how I remember being daddy’s favorite daughter But now it seams you left me with my head

Realization

Realization short poem

When I saw some kids, playing in the street, With a wish to join them, in that summer heat, Soon, a ray of realization came, That my innocence was no more the same. When I wanted to join, the youth

Let No One Stop You

Let No One Stop You short poem

Let no gust of wind, Seize the passion from your heart. Let no whirlpool, Sink the rowing boat of your moving life. Let no draught, Dwindle the endeavouring hands of your to work. Let no burning flames, Instigate you to

Ungrateful Bean

Ungrateful Bean short poem

I have a friend named Bean Who is so mean, Unwashed and unclean. It has to be me To help him, not he, He sucks me like bee. His pain is my pain, In mine he sees no gain, But

The Unsaid

The Unsaid short poem

It was when feelings unfurled And the heart opened wide Down poured a gush Of all that was once untold Tickles from within Brought out the smile, never so shy Tears filled in the eyes Which never wished to cry

Greening

Greening long poem

it bleeds in thin sunset strands filters through within sunlight congealing in layers every day a fat ripeness that makes old folks sob for the urges their bodies no longer answer the pig died like prejudice you can learn about

No Hurts

No Hurts short poem

This was an embryonic stimulus for a sprint. Knowledge itself has no legs. Can you run faster than thoughts? The sniper will take you in the open field. I had hoped to die in your arms. The podium was too

The Mountain Still Stands Tall

The Mountain Still Stands Tall short poem

You feel you have conquered it all. Your big ego still feels small Look man … The mountain still stands tall. You blast your way up to the top But you know not now … Where to stop The hill

Conflict Within

Conflict Within prose poem

Humans are animals, same as the rest. We sprung up from the same womb as all animals do. What makes us different is what’s in our heads? We think, we plan, we build, we progress. Human minds have grown to

Uprising

Uprising short poem

Empty hands were trying to collate the fallout after the trigger moment invited the unwelcome guest wearing explosive vest. It gives a push to throw away the paper and I walk up to the ink for a new chapter. The

Death Is Life

Death Is Life short poem

I seek the Black night. To be born and have eternal life. To open a window of heaven and walk around the stars. To look into his eyes, see his beauty, feel his heart. Only death can bring joy to

Remembering

Remembering short poem

You shall read me when I am gone in green pain. There had been gifts unhanded. Unwrap them in dark – when moon was yellow. The beams will rub your body. A bared stasis will stop the fluids. Wash your

Between And With

Between And With prose poem

Between the creeping sounds of creeks seeping into the sea from silent woods and the morning’s laconic cry; I look for you; I look for you under the warmth of the sunshine as it goes through me spreading vitality and

Fragility

Fragility short poem

A piece of glass shattered distorted on the floor A form no longer but pieces of what was once before A person would be dead if he broke but you wouldn’t be sure A slow process of gathering information to

You are fire

You are fire long poem

As a volcano, you erupt without notice, burning every stone down to its true state. As the third eye, you open suddenly, burning every mask down to its true face. You are not the angel who descends from heaven with

Plasma On The Pavement

Plasma On The Pavement short poem

Release from your own skin Soul is in shreds and leaks poison while wasting valuable Plasma on the pavement End result sub-par / sub-human No existence cruel than this Maybe… No. Yes… To exist without challenge Opposition does not exist

Madonna Of Boise

Madonna Of Boise short poem

I’m going there soon a place I’ve never been I imagine it smells of pine forests and is shady with the Boise river running nearby rather shallow its speed impossible for a newcomer to gauge there’s a woman there who’s

Love Sonnet 202

Love Sonnet 202 sonnet poems

How I sought sleep to ward off thoughts of you At my door rapping, tapping, while I toss, Much like the raven of the Poet Poe, Or thoughts imploring of Lenore, his loss; The night had me, from cup of

Invisible

Invisible long poem

What does it mean to be invisible? Is it when others have no problem talking over you during school, have no problem looking right through you into something they personally find worth paying attention to? Is it when you feel

Mourning

Mourning short poem

I keep my eyes searching for the light under the shade. Hear that? It bellows like the clock. “Come to me,” “It is time.” Please understand that I can’t enter this grotto alone. My experiences seem so few. You can’t

Asia At The Edge

Asia At The Edge short poem

I wished a solitary temptation, to write off karma and become responsible for the spattered blood. You were generating hatred, Asia, in the land of Buddha. I can hear the glaciers receding. Answerable to belonging, the change of generations, makes

Fifth Grade Sailors

Fifth Grade Sailors short poem

The river only ran in the rain but being in Seattle that was often this was back before being wet was a hardship, there being no style we had old coats and arthritic umbrellas not even boots just wet feet,

From My Journals ‘cinnamon’

From My Journals cinnamon prose poem

He saw things in a way that others did not, he was the only one that saw my dreams differently, I became beautiful with the light of his smiling eyes. There my soul drifted render in angle to give the

Being A Girl, Here..

Being A Girl, Here.. short poem

here, being a girl is like a prey here, being a girl is like a parasite many do’s and dont’s around you always many must and must not also surround never ever they will let you think never ever they

Contradiction

Contradiction short poem

In my search, I move away from where I want to go. In my attempt, I break away from the very goal. In my desire, I destroy My oneness With the whole In my words, I suppress the silence of

She Seeks Him…

She Seeks Him... long poem

“A young, bubbly lass once I saw, Tall, dusky and a charming smile she wore. Like all little girls, she waited in anticipation, Of a handsome young man, Who’d love her like no one. Her little follies he would overlook,

Beautiful God

Beautiful God short poem

Beautiful God, so beautiful in truth and glory Wonderful God, so wonderful and so holy Awesome God, awesome to me of all the universe God reigns in power and dignity Ruling in love and in His mercy Leading the way

A Relic Life in solitude

A Relic Life in solitude short poem

I go to work to keep sane, The youth loathe me in my face. Aloof, I display a character of experience, Of Poise, of dignity and inflicted disgrace! My mirror welcomes me home silently, I caress my dry lips with

This Is Called Life

This  Is Called Life short poem

Though we are unsuccessful , But we try our best to be successful . Life looks like a mystery , And sometimes we create a history . When we are happy it brings us joy , And if we are

Reminiscing

Reminiscing short poem

I think of you When I pass by the roads we drove on. Times when we’d be out till the break of dawn. I remember you When it rains and how we’d get wet together. We both used to look

Sound Of Love

Sound Of Love short poem

Every love has its sound; It creates and it breaks. A foil stands like gray hound Against it and tragedy makes. But don’t worry, a dove sings sweet and cares no gun; What lasts on earth but love? It removes

Angels tread the Earth

Angels tread the Earth short poem

The silent night the morning sparrow; the sunshine sparkled in the air… The kindness that I have to swallow; your blue eyes looked at me to care… The gentle sound of the winds blow; the daisy chains you wore around

Ode To Kimono Dance

Ode To Kimono Dance ode

Rainbow-colored butterflies fluttering around- And shades of spring, are the kimono girls Dark like blackbirds and ravens are their hair Fair is their skin, round like the full moon Their eyes like stars of Arabian nights glow Their dance gentle

Being A Poet

Being A Poet short poem

While my ten fingers are busy forming the letters into words, A thousand thoughts forming in my mind as it creates something to accord. A tons of things to ponder and wonder, A lot of imaginations to expand and discover.

I Will Be Happy (no Matter What)

I Will Be Happy (no Matter What) long poem

Well sometimes I feel like running away I tell myself there’s not much keeping me Here anyhow but then I hear a voice saying I love you baby so want you stay, please Stay…well and I always do but this

Together In Love

Together In Love short poem

I tried to avoid you I tried to ignore you But I felt bad I wanted to know you I wanted you to stay And I was glad Time passed, days went by Life was with highs and lows But

The Caller

The Caller short poem

Maybe I’m crazy, maybe I’m sane; Who is she that calls my name? Day and night, night and day; Who is she that calls my name? A demon, a witch, a ghost, a memory; I feel her call deep within