Photograph Poems - Poems about Photograph

I have this picture of you—or should I say, I own this picture of you— that I have kept hidden in my chambers, neither inside my diary nor within a vault, but frozen in time within my mind. It is both painful and lovely to watch, my lingering feelings keeping me tied to it. Yet, all it brings me now are...

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I find an album with matt thick black pages my wet eyes hungry for each pose of this girl in pigtails with a reluctant kitty, then on a bike in a pretty prom dress, then holding a baby, me turning the pages your smiles become frauds your skin wrinkled, your pain quiet and graceful ...

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Looking back at the photograph, I touch the worn edges, sagaciousness of the past, the cold, places forgotten. I feel the spring’s warmth, fall’s emptiness, summer days left behind. I smell the faint scent of pine and sea breeze, a favored perfume, redolent spoor of memories. I taste the sweet, mesmeric flavor of lemonade, and the acrid regret of tacit words. I see the...

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Live your life like a photograph Focus on only what gives you happiness What makes you sad set aside as album What makes you blurry take it as waste Giving happiness is like giving postcard As keepsake and souvenir of acquaintances Pictures are remembrance of life's phase The best photos are displayed as to catch the eyes Frame as wall decorate and hang...

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Tucked inside a box of dust, hidden beneath the weight of years, I found it—a photograph. Its edges were curled, its surface clouded with time, but the image within was clear enough to unsettle me. There were faces I didn’t know, standing in a yard of brittle grass. And there, at the center, was me—or someone...

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"To see in color is a delight for the eye but to see in black and white is a delight for the soul". - Andri Cauldwell Just an old photograph, in black and white No dye to reflect the calm of hope’s song Shadows blow across the heart’s golden light Snapshot comes alive, a soul seems so strong Image...

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How old was I then - maybe seven or eight in grainy black and white. I can remember I was standing outside my grandfathers two story terrace house in Sydney. Must have been around nineteen fifty three, school holidays. I didn't like the smell of his place with its old, moss coated brick walls, the claustrophobic backyard and the lack...

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The Photograph A crease, a blemish runs across it all Black and White No colour then A Mother embraces her child The word mom scratched in with love MOM! Who’s mom, not mine A grandmother to be, and a mother to be My mom, my grandmother Brothers and Sisters Thank you both For the life you gave us Each breath we take First came from you We thank you mom We...

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Times forgotten, Lost in the haze of memory, Fading like old photographs. Moments once cherished, Now buried under layers, Of responsibilities and obligations. Forgotten like yesterdays news, Faces blur and voices fade, As time moves relentlessly forward. Leaving behind a trail, Of moments lost to the past....

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Today is not the usual day I have no word for it And indirectly I can't say Or draw it on a paper sheet It's like a photograph of you On Cromer beach somewhere And I recall the wind that blew Although I wasn't there A day without a name, it meant A documented true I see a place, where you still...

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A Photograph The ‘click!’ of a camera echoes in the room, To hear that sound is a heavenly boon! It may not seem, but hear it this way, You just captured life in a moment’s play, With the click of a button, a smile on the face, You hold art in your hand at a second’s pace, To revisit your memories...

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Valued photograph I have kept them all these years An album keepsake....

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The look on your face Most beautiful in the frame Perturbed sight with ease....

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The wedding photograph took centre stage Eight great years Two years gone now She had sort of moved on Slowly She gazed at the photograph So strange, it looked different It was as if he had taken two steps back from her She began to study the photograph again Maybe it was just that photograph She looked out some others It didn’t make sense He was behind...

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The black and white photograph captures a brief moment of time and a gesture of love meant to be shared with only him, the one you married with vows of fidelity; through good times and bad. Did you believe the novel you held in your hand, with its happy ending love conquers all and its wise advice love can change a man. When...

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