In Memory Of Poems - Poems about In Memory Of

I step out from a second-story window, float along roads of slow-churning lullabies, raptured in response to ice cream truck’s bellow. A clear case of cold sugar—wide gumball eyes, mobile memories wrapped in coats of corn-snow hugged around a thin...Read the rest...

I remember my grandma’s house Spending so many hours with her She always had that one special chair No one but her was allowed to use She always told stories of life in the old world And I would listen...Read the rest...

The rain fogged my window and thoughts It triggered the grief of losing you It cried for me when I couldn't What I would give just to see you one more time I just want to see you from...Read the rest...

Her name was Charlie And she is what I’d call poetry In the way that dreamers hope to capsule up and be immortalized beyond the two hands that control it all A wildflower twisted up with...Read the rest...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ in the pools of gold lie memories lost and found beginnings, endings ...Read the rest...

You said, "trust me, until death do us part", But your plans were misbegotten. Do you think that I've forgotten? You said, "I'll always be your faithful love", Yet I smell a fish gone rotten. You must...Read the rest...

I walk up the shady street of my memory, up a big hill where I rode my bike down; right to the end of our quiet dappled street, and into a lush green park full of ...Read the rest...

For a moment I imagined seeing your face in the crowd, Smiling, as if it were expecting To see me, and as the joy Of a lifetime of love cascaded Through my being I wanted to shout: “Here...Read the rest...

Our memory recalled an enchanting scent, that once delighted and enlivened our soul, so we invoked grace, according joy consent, to manifest once again that we feel whole and thus with the bugle sounded for ascent, we rekindled the fragrance...Read the rest...

“It’s only a chair,” she said. “And it’s old and too big and dark for your new apartment.” I looked again at the chair. It IS old, though not an antique, and it’s been with me all my life in...Read the rest...

Chetta Achara wrote a blog about Mount St. Helens. The volcano erupted in May 1980 and Chetta was a witness. I hope you read her blog. It inspired my poem. I saw ash on the...Read the rest...

Music played at night Up and down the streets of town Stages stood vacant No musicians could be found Some thought they're echoes From the parties of the past And no one believed That the music would e'er last Was a marching band That...Read the rest...

end of Haviland stilled kickstands & spokes of Schwinn our teen shapely thighs after school books are returned and mind wanders down the road chill in Summer heat orange & vanilla twist creamsicle in cone the yield of sweet and tincture melting on...Read the rest...

Poem written for "What of a Pearl" poetry contest Craig Cornish, sponsor 5/19/2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I remember the necklace rested lightly across my chest. Each pearl, dime-sized, shimmered in the incandescent light. I ran my fingers along the gold clasp, delicate flowers holding the...Read the rest...

Even now, she could recall the intoxicating ecstasy that consumed her as the blade bit and tore. A perverse mix of terror and dominance, an unholy sacrament enacted to satisfy depravities that should have died...Read the rest...