#remembering poems on Hello Poetry

Lex May 2018

Memories

At random they appear
Unwanted and forcefully hidden
Blocking out my vision
They haunt with passion
In whatever fashion
Darkening my mind

#remembering #heartbreak #alone #love #sad

Fallert May 2018

That's What You Were To Me

Though I’m not here, I’m always here.
For I am never truly gone.
I am more than ever before,
I am like a brand new dawn.
I am the leaves that fall from trees,
I am the winter’s summer breeze,
I am the diamonds on the snow,
I am the sun's first daily glow.
And when the sun shall start to set,
I am the streams last trickled wet,
I am the last winds in the air,
I am the answer to a prayer.
I am the last waves of the sea,
For that’s what you were, to me.

#hoping #remembering #loss #love #trying

Robert van Lingen Apr 2018

Before

My indomitable core,
Shaken to the Core.

I walk my past and it's sadly familiar.

I step the steps I've stept before and begin to shed a tear,
I look ahead and smell the grass I've smelt before,
Memories return with every step.

And I walked there and wept,
Quietly to myself.

As I walk the path I've walked before,
I wet the ground I've never wet before.

~Robert van Lingen

#memories #breakup #past #remembering #short #free #verse #peace #love #loss

Mica Kluge Apr 2018

Almost ----> Finally

Three years ago today,
We were strangers,
And I almost wish
We still were.
Almost.

Two years ago today,
We said goodbye
To each other.
And I haven't seen you
Since.

One year ago today,
I realized the lesson
To be learned from
One year of loving
You.

Today,
I thought about you,
And "almost" finally
Doesn't hurt anymore.
Finally.

#relationships #breakups #pain #remembering #love #life

Mary-Eliz Apr 2018

Always Missing You

I keep reading
lovely tributes
to grandparents
especially
to grandma
it seems

I smile
sometimes
a tear
then a tug
remembering wishes
remembering dreams

I remember
kids at school
"headed to grandma's"
at the end of
school days

going to see her
going to play

I remember
my yearning
when
hearing about
the cookies she made

the stories she told
the hugs she gave

It might be
grandma
or nanny
or gran

they rang
in my ears
as I wished for
my own to listen
and understand

those names my lips
wanted badly
to form

my tongue to
taste
cookies
fresh and warm

my arms wanted
to hug her
tight

as she hugged me
back just right

my fingers ached to
brush
fine silver hair

as I'd rock
there in her chair

to tenderly stroke it
away from soft eyes

perhaps
as blue
as blue as the skies

my heart wanted
to say
I love you
grandma
I love you, I do
and
one day
I'll write a poem
just for you

I know grandparents are special. I just wish I knew it firsthand. My grandmothers both died before I was born and my grandfathers when I was far too young to remember them. Thank you to those of you who are/were lucky enough to have grandparents for the beautiful tributes I read here!

#grandma #hugs #wishes #dreams #remembering #tribute #poem

Héctor Oliveras García Apr 2018

(Still) Untitled, Two Years Later

You. You.
Little loud voice.
You keep me up,
All night, with your
Little whispers.

You shift to your side
Little Tectonic shifts,
To confound my sleep,
To sully my slumber,
To drown my dreams,

You keep, you keep,
You keep me up.
You played all night
With your little big band.

#loss #love #insomnia #voice #remembering #memories #night #nighttime

Jade Apr 2018

The Clock

Every Saturday it is the same
Every Saturday I sit
I stare at the ticking hands and wait
No need to tell me I've been tamed

As the seconds pass
I watch my reflection in the glass
It is a wonder, I think
That I still look the same as the second before that passed

Yet inside I know a little more has died
Each tick brings me one step closer
To where you have gone
To a place of peace and sound.

And one day, many years from now
Someone will sit and wait,
Looking at the face that is at once theirs and not
And remember the hour of my passing,
Just as I sit and wait and remember yours.

#life #living #death #dying #missing #remembering

Poetic T Mar 2018

The Earth Our Canvas, Our Steps The Paint

Every step is the canvas beneath our feet,
                                            when we pause,
                               we look back.
Seeing the picture
that hasn't fully been concluded.

And again we brush our feet on the earth,
                             hoping to finish that day
with either an enjoyable colour of our motions
                             or a master piece of remembering,
that will hang in our minds for a lifetime.

#earht #canvas #pause #remembering #colour #lifetime