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Best Poems About / On MEMORY
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That Memory
That Memory
I want that memory
The one where Im jumping
On the trampoline
With my grandkids
Holding their hand
Crossing the street
Teaching them the simple things in life
Like how to meet and greet the world
The people in it
I want that memory
Dont you?
Of the first time they see a butterfly
Or see a tear dropp fall from my eye
It seems all of a sudden I know
The innocence
The confidence
of youth is strong
They believe for a few years
Adults are all wrong
Now it seems with time
Weve all written our own song
Now I have that memory
Dont you?
E.Marie AldrichCreasy
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A Memory Of Love For Me
I hope you find all the dreams you're looking for
and so much more
I hope you find a new love to keep you warm
and make you strong
And I hope you find one day
a memory of love for me
just a memory of love for me
I hope you lose all the pain
yes you were right
it was insane
And I hope you find a way
to hide your scars
but at least your not behind these bars
I hope you find one day
a memory of love for me
just a memory of love for me
Steven Sabathie
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Momories...
Again my heart cuts and bleeds,
Remembering these poison filled memories.
Can I be happy or am I bound to suffer,
Is anyone there to save me?
Lying here with a hopeless soul,
Remembering these poison filled memories.
Evil now born inside me,
Remembering these poison filled memories.
Becoming a monster and lonesome lover,
Is there anyone there to save me?
Soon a harbinger of my shadow,
Remembering these poison filled memories.
The Drunk Tiger
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Memories
I twist in my bed,
Deathly prance across cotton, pillow, dreams of sugar
Scented so vile, profusely rummaging in a harsh force -
Your memories.
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I recoil
Yet, like a rusting gun that yields
The bullets tears and fears -
Alongside, toppling memories.
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A hollowed sepulchral cry
In the middle of the night blemishes
The moon beams kindling touch -
Sever me with your memories.
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Perhaps to live,
Is to die in the pretentious breath
Of the cloaked Sun, and the woman I have lost together with
Her memories.
Windsor Guadalupe Jr
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