Remembering Poems - Poems about Remembering

An ache I carry, Reminds me she existed, Her—absence, presence. ...

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And if my words were for you Singing of your beauty as the robin's song Would not time be both yours and mine And all of life be ours? And if I wrote all poems for thee No other loves be thine Would our dreams find winds upon their sails And all things blessed be ours And if with time our days grew...

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A good man is hard to find, just as my Nana always said. That day, I witnessed tears in her eyes as she firmly stuffed the monthly tithe into the envelope and headed to church that Sunday morning. Earlier, she had been rightfully screaming at my granddad for hours. She was furious with the old...

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How do these women cut with their bare hands- their surrounding net? Well, I refer to- Jane, Margaret, Aphra, Virginia and Charlotte, Who are well known even without their surnames, And who were well-versed in the field of Literature; to play all kind of games! The female embodiment of grace, In the field of writing in which they all were...

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Guilt over resolution, Guilt over change— Guilt over accepting, That no matter how hard I tried, I’d always be the one to blame. Maybe you were meant to. Maybe I was the one who was bruised— All I know, Is your choices hurt me, More than they hurt you. Now that I’m gone. Now that I’ve left— You’ve chosen to forget me, A choice I had hoped you’d...

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THINKING OF YOU MARILYN PELLEGREN OUR PATHS CROSSED AND I CAN'T HELP BUT FEEL SO BLESSED WE MET THE MANY TALKS ABOUT RAISING FAMILIES CHILDREN MARRIAGE FORD MOTOR COMPANIES AND THE GARMENT DISTRICT WOW THE BALANCE OF YOUR LOSS LOSING TWO CHILDREN TO THIS DREADFUL DISEASE SO MANY ON WAITING LIST FOR DONORS OTHERS GOING...

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If I were twenty years younger I would have spent the last three days outside doing yardwork And I would have loved it! Seventy-three is not fifty-three I meander and limp now, there is arthritis in my ankles My hands are no longer clipper-cutting-strength-ready Things I used to do are implausible now My advice to you is this – stay young as...

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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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Remember that night? When our hearts sung from our lips? We never felt the rain. ...

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Days pass aloof to all hearts reap, strays memories we wish to keep. Ploys of time constantly remold joys that we wish to ever hold. While eyes close to deeply reflect, vile time spies flashbacks to infect. Should time leave my recall intact - could be my joy would first react! ...

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May we be blessed to take some solace in any loss… for the reason we feel so sad… is that our sorrow is a direct result… of all the joy we had. ...

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Into darkness without my friend, Every hardship has an end. But to struggle alone, when you ask for help… breaks the bond you both have felt. No person is worth more, than what they give. So when you reach the end , will you also be missed?...

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As the pencil is being sharpened And the ink is being refilled The pieces are coming together As the memories are being emphasized And the truth is being revisited The picture is showing itself What a poem?, It is man Who had capabilities A life full of possibilities It is a father Who had dreams A life full of accomplishments The seed, As...

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Ever since I was a youngster, I loved my comedy shows So, I've wrote about some comedy that most everybody knows Remember watching "The Honeymooners" late at night tucked in your bed Remember watching "The Flintstones" with Barney, Dino and Fred Remember Soupy Sales, Red Buttons and Benny Hill And don't forget about Mr. Rogers,...

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On December 5th, 2022, Milton Hankins wrote he'd turned eighty-one. It was to be the last he would celebrate, but we continue to honor him, a fine gentleman, poet, and friend. December 22 will mark two years ago that he left us. In remembering Milt today, I would like to share some of the words from his...

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