#remembering poems on Hello Poetry

Nurdini Izzati Norazmi Dec 2017

You weren’t here when I opened my eyes,
So I looked for you,
In the space where we breathed,
In the space where we do not,
You were still nowhere to be found.

And I realized,
You had never been here.

I was recalling a time,
A memory,
And a love song,
Where we had a happy ending.

But listen to me,
We never really did.

It’s amazing how I wrote this not because of myself but a ship

#lost #missing #sleep #restless #memory #remembering

Jasmine Abedin Bantuas Dec 2017

❝ Reminiscence Part 2 ❞

Many years had passed; the woman still worries the loss of the man--
She's still blaming herself; and keeps carrying the pain.
Whatever she wants to forget; she still wondered what she could do and asked herself what is her plan?--
The damage has been done; but why still remain?

She keeps remembering the pain that she have done; she remembered that she's the only reason--
She's the reason why she lost her love; she's the reason why her loved ones were gone.
She's crying again; she's hurt and she thought that she had treason--
Many people told her that she need to forget it and it's not her fault for what had happened; but she still can't move on.

So this is the part two of reminiscence the past, i hope you like it.

#she #keeps #remembering #the #past #and #blaming #herself

Joshua Sisler Nov 2017

Bonfire

The glow rages on,
a flaming elegy for life lost.
Beats against the chill.

out here doing 5-9-5 haikus now

#haiku #fire #remembering

Tink Nov 2017

Mum forever

So many years have already passed
the memories of you will always last.
You taught me people are never gone,
as long as we remember them
they keep living in our heart
until it's our time to part.
So till I'll see you on the other side
I'll live my life with a smile
coz we are never gone for real
as life is more than what we see.

#remembering #mother #death #memories #past #love

Neville Johnson Nov 2017

The Children’s Choir

The children's choir serenades us at the church where for dear Stella
we pray
Our dear one has gone to heaven
While on earth we stay
I can't help feeling sad
At hearing Ave Maria
So pure, puts me in a state hopefully near to grace
The ceremony begins, attendance is at overflow
Here's a soprano, my heart beats so
It's the feelings that are aroused
Melancholy, out they roll
We come together to understand
That death will not prevent us from carrying on
Until it's time the children's choir will sing for us
Oh, it's coming
Hopefully, a new dawn

The tears I can't stop
They fall from heaven
She left the best of her in each one of us
You can see it in the smiles on the faces of the children

Sister Stella Maria touched so many for so long.

#death #life #living #kindness #remembering

india Nov 2017

a letter

I feel it very unfair what you did to me.
You probably do not know,
or do not want to know,
how it affected me.
That is okay.
Kind of.
You are human.
I am quite capable of doing the same thing.
Perhaps in a smaller way, I already have. But logic does not make it easy.
How much I wish it could.
I wish I could tear my memories out. Suppress them.
Bury them.
It hurts to remember.
I compare constantly.
I cannot stop.
Why can't I?
It's so stupid.
I feel stupid because of it.
Among other things.
I do not want pity.
I do not even want an apology.
I just want you to understand what your actions have done.
Don't do it again.

Please don't do it again.

a letter you'll never read.

#letter #remembering #nostalgia

margaret Nov 2017

ode to the water fountain by the art room

"can you come
get water
with me?"

the phrase that would
silence our entire
classroom.

everyone knew
that the
water fountains were
the hotspot of drama.

back then the
matter was extremely
serious.

now it's a joke.

we used to think
our
problems were
these serious things.

but now, as i
stare into the
abyss
of loneliness, i
understand that

it can't be that way anymore,

and it never will be again.

reminiscing

#school #childhood #lonely #ode #remembering #sad

Lexi Nov 2017

Thinking

Trying to write when your high is like throwing rocks into a lake and trying to remember what shape and color they were and how far you threw them.

#high #wrighting #remembering