Recalls Poems - Poems about Recalls

childhood memories kids life is so much easy so precious recalls as the time goes by, marches "a shame we have to grow up"! Inspired by Tom Cunningham. ...

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Soul as mine eye’s my soul shed tears; Stained raining forth shadowing grows. Flows aloft, a top my minds membrane; This be new day dawning Sometime placement now This new provisions shroud Standing outside of time Yet holding inside of time Remember the former things Soul as mine eye’s my soul shed tears; I don’t remember the former things; Yet I do?...

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Shrunken by the cold weather, winter magic gathers us together. Shivering as naked trees, we travel across the seas. We join our effort to see magic under our knees. We pray to reach home, our heart is not alone. A magic winter delights us on its own. A magic winter provide us with fulness, despite of its dulness. Under the grey skies we feel...

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For almost a decade now, a beach ball has been firmly wedged between skeletal roof cross beams at my local swimming pool No doubt some kid kicked too hard, and it accidentally got wedged tight But come on! ten years later and still it’s stuck up there, albeit slightly deflated Every week when I’m doing backstroke lengths, I look...

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The seconds ran fast as did the minutes which never seemed to last. And the hours took wings as if racing to the finish to beat the last bell-ring. The days flew by like jet planes, leaving trails to capture the memories. The Winter months were cold but never grew old. When young, I captured the memories that arrested me the most. I shut out...

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They came in a flurry Was it desperation? Or Was she really in a hurry? Wanting to connect to someone She loved so dearly... The man Now recalling those moments Tries hard to understand Her raging passion and desire With no less a burning fire Bordering not so much On physical intimacy As the unyielding temptation To chat, to talk, or merely to see Each other Over distance far,...

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By my enabled senses five, attention externalised, I beheld the magical world of myriad objects, reflecting their luminous auras. As I exhaled, the world disappeared and through my open fontanel correspondent to the crown chakra, I entwined with universal consciousness, melding with God’s blissful domain of boundless love and soft white light. My subtle body...

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That night you came and dined with us there was a wind, then soft rain. My hair was dressed by Aemilia who does it to perfection, and I wore no jewelry except the brooch my husband gave...

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An old thatched boat full of goods and secrets sails down memory lane. Rice boils on a stained stove again. The same kerosene lamp flickers in the salty breeze. His eyes row along the wet feminine nudity. Often he shatters a widow’s solitude on the Kanoli Bank. He used to steal the tender coconuts... The moist events, he recalls and repents. Trucks...

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My Mother-In-Law Her last years, were on the Internet spent. Loving chatrooms and then...Mother found a poetry site. Heavens! How excited was she! . Thus, she spent her waning years writing poetry. How she loved mankind and her fellow-poets! She signed her comments, with "Love,...

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DROPPING SHE RECALLS Cold-blooded scales, fiery-hot, languishing, As she dreamily falls harnessing the icy wind. Dropping she recalls, and smiles feebly, That she alone sits on the throne, this Lizard Queen. Today’s Date: 1/30/2020 Arbitrium Divisa 7 Poetry Contest Gregory R Barden Original Poem: Lizard Queen dated 1/22/2020...

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Whenever middle-age recalls youth with its long, exciting and carefree days: we remember that we lived them in our own ways; our parents argued that it wasn't astute... have they forgotten how they shamelessly lied to get some romantic kiss before it actually died? Before the invention of television most folks were moody... there were only radios and vinyl records to listen...

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Night closes in there in the streets Rushing upon the tar two boys Racing their bicycles To defeat Fearlessly weaving near the cars Freedom is a feeling A moment in time Carefree and one handed on the bar He looked on them remembering, Himself at that stage So long ago its seems, life turned that page Where the youthful minds, carry unthinkable...

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Hooked to oxygen, you can’t recite a line you’ve written. Remember all those poems full of woodland paths and trout streams. Lovingly, the words that always knew your name still hold you....

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