Memoirs Poems - Poems about Memoirs

The old cypress steadily marks my walk where trembling birds roost under misty rain, As I pause along a white-stoned port shrouded by tangled album of littered memories: Gentle this breath the breeze upon a...Read the rest...

Setting sun desert Hot skies are blooming colors! It's orange and red, with the pink and lilac sprays- and floating, creamy bouquets. Blue stars are coming searching for deep green they missed, near to crescent moon. Tall cacti salute the stars midst swirled, yellow...Read the rest...

It is a poet who sings It's a writer who tells His stories. It is an author who expresses himself He is a speaker of the highest esteems Who review the sad memoirs. He is a brave man who externalizes himself It...Read the rest...

I'd visit you in heaven if I could With a bouquet of roses, yes I would Celestial beauty of music I'd play For you mother on this your special day. I'd write a poem to your heart from mine To...Read the rest...

On the forest’s edge, colorful blooms thrive, Startling my spirit, wakening my thirst, For more than just a glimpse so I’ll survive, Mystery of pines, laurels so well versed. Trembling within me, a heartfelt prayer, Dreaming of fate beyond this...Read the rest...

There's always a whisper of madness, playing in my brain as I struggle to get loose from it's refrain and the constant pounding me to comply makes me feel quite insane. Disaster brewing behind blue eyes bits...Read the rest...

The tempoed, palpitations of my tender, young girl’s heart. As the velvet, thick stage curtains swished opened and did part. The pin-drop stillness as...Read the rest...

I'm the white fog layered on gold-jasmine face of the orange moon, shimmering with shy starships and laced along hailstones of honesty; When the sapphires of earth are etched with orchestral milky beams, smeared with ominous balms, I want you to weave...Read the rest...

Under the plastic stars that Led us through adolescence and I was less than Heartbroken. More like a dove was I reaching for the sky with friends no longer present. Transparency with our Desires and hearts We made offerings on the Shore. Into...Read the rest...

To write my memoirs I needed enough courage to allow my heart to bleed its emotions." ...Read the rest...

Molded memories in my inner ear. Your voice maudlin, yet dry, becomes music of a raspy mantra. I long for your mournful cry, and fall on mantels of dusty brick. Prev. Pub. in COMMON THREADS ...Read the rest...

It's a good day, though abnormalities made me pay, Aching back, yellow eyes, pale nails, falling for the fever of jaundice, Loosing game, turning backs, thundery nights, falling for the fever of your love Last benchers being...Read the rest...

I could lie twas Salma Who made I edit my note A love note it was a rem1 Reminder with a Coordinate Coordinates do come home I pleaded heard turning into ice Starlet breezing without a care Re-ignited the flames of drama Mtanga...Read the rest...

That teen joy in a mirror to look, And get my nose out of a book! Tanned skin, ever so supple and soft...Read the rest...

gripping the shards of memories ignoring the bloodied emotions why do we torture ourselves with that which we cannot change these evocations vivid disturbing invisible to others but our élan spotlit driven instituting mostly patronising eleemosynary projects perfect recall subject to experiences dictated by accident of birth the...Read the rest...