Remember Poems | Examples of Remember Poetry

Framed moments zoom, a night of review as vignettes glide on frazzled woodland of her mindscape like leaves brushed in violet before moonlight’s pause. Every motion, every image bursts into tints of life- stages... Embers within her flash: a peachy tot screaming for jelly ; eighth birthday flops, ...

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do you remember do you remember... there were empty stairways of two flights or more the sweet aroma from the candy store endless chatter floating free from laughing people…like you and me stolen kisses in the afternoon on a borrowed blanket from another room we lost all track of minutes past hoping minutes and kisses would forever last do you remember... there were raindrops falling all around and we...

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blue denim of my youth summer freedom posted on April 27, 2025...

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strawberries and cream takes me back to childhood days taste of summer dreams posted on April 27, 2025...

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It's too dark for her. She daubs mascara on glass. The mirror has no arms... Night's just in the morning. There existing, the eyes ran Upon former years, tears The mood stops, reflecting Make faces, she's mine Broken embers from limbs Vice and crash, Both's empty blood — She's twisting surfacing Barbwire that Blocks out Shards...

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It's only 2:00 am. I even waited to take the drugs till midnight, so I wouldn't have to fight an extra 2 hours through the night Not that it makes much of a difference. In 4.5 hours my alarm will go off (not that I really need one) and I'll continue to just survive each torturous moment. The only difference is the daytime doesn't have the...

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These next _ minutes are going to be hard... I open my eyes Not sure what time it is, but I bet I can guess. The drugs never work for more than 2 hours, and the distress from the pressure in my head and throat has been suppressing more than 2 hours of sleep a night for months now - even with the drugs. They have...

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Remember the people Whoever they are Wherever they are Whatever they do One solution is no solution Remember the people ...

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A light springtime shower watering each danity little flower Reminiscing of a time when we sat on the stoop swinging to and fro on the porch swing of life Sharing great memories and dreaming of a time, when we could build our own house and plant a garden divine I'm missing you my love for each day have...

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Radically erroneous monotheists have mistakenly substituted our co-infested co-operative co-invested co-empathic pantheistic HolySpirit's naturally healthy resonant EarthTribal bodhisattva powers of polyculturing communion love and peace for messianically monoculturing luster and loneliness unnaturally unhealthy irreligiously irritating dissonance degeneratively devilish and idolatrous and disrapturously ecocidal false-god demonic anthro-supremacist power Struggling to survive other fundamentally erroneous monotheists....

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..they were sent by those who sat upon pedestals so high whose life was sheltered and dry and saw the new days bright shining light and they were the ones... who kept their hands fresh and clean by sending others to do their evil bidding in a another's land, a land far from home no...they were not the ones who saw...

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Yom HaShoah (Holocaust Remembrance Day) Sirens will ring in Israel Small moment in time To remember six million slaughtered Has the world forgotten? Is our memory so short? Is history not taught? The evil of antisemitism Is raising its ugly head Even in America ...

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from the cities, from the towns. from the farms, and from all around. they swarmed in their droves to sign their names away to a story that was golden. to a story that was sold. so it was said to them; "you`ll be home in time to sit around the Christmas tree." "don't be touched by the coward's hand." "stand up and be a...

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"It's all going to be okay" he would say, with no scent of doubt in his breath, even as its aroma reeked from mine, as I'd blurt out "how can you be so sure?" I never figured out what made my dad so positive in life, though I'm positively sure his life wasn't free from trial and the upsetting...

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Memories of whip-lashing words steeped me deep into a roil of rancid oil my soul a weeping blistered sore my heart a gangrene amputee pus-green-memories rupture to plague me infection still oozes from core’s moaning cracks in a pale cringe I sniffled the floor my confidant a split lip half-wit tamed by the maim of his...

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