We hope you like poems about memories, because we’ve a whole host of them. It’s time to take that trip down memory lane. Each poem is different here, and deals with different aspects of our memories — we’ve foregone rhymes of remembrance in favor of short narrative poems that we hope strike a chord. Each poem is an original, and you’ll only find it only on Shadow of Iris.
Pocket Memories, a poem
by Amanda Lynn
We see the world
in pocket memories.
Good things happen
everyday.
They’re not seen
until it is too late.
I swear each day
a new vow
to catch it
this time around—
but it’s always yesterday I see
with a melancholy sadness
that feels so sweet
I never want to let go.
Childhood Memories, a poem
by Emma blue
We hunt after
hungry thoughts.
Time rips us apart
and each instant
we move forward—
yet memories mend the damage
and they hold us together.
There’s a doll I wanted—
There’s a book I wanted —
There’s a hug I wanted —
back when desire
still felt so good.
I remember
a cold compress on my head,
a soothing hand on my cheek,
a soft voice telling me
whenever I was sick
that it will all be okay—
back then
when it was all so simple;
if you were there
it was okay.
I used to get infinite care
and a candy bar on the side.
Now you’re gone,
forever, it would seem—
and still I can’t let go.
Nine Eleven, a poem
by Justin Thyme
A hotel room
that is empty
and lonely.
There you are.
The TV is on
and the news is the same
for every channel.
The sky is an empty
quiet silent cold
sadness.
You were there
in the sky
when it happened
and so you shiver
and wonder a bit
about fate.
Far, far away
a new life is growing
in you’re wife’s womb.
You belong there,
not here—
but here you are.
Memories of You, a poem
by Dustin Down
You’ll not believe this,
you never really did understand,
but I loved you.
It was a passionate love
and it burned deep.
I remember
your nose,
your eyes,
your smile,
your coyness,
your freckles,
your softness,
your irony,
your tortured soul,
— the one you could never show me.
I remember your hair cut
before the prom—
you brushing your teeth
and making me wait.
I remember attempts
at deep conversations
that never quite got off the ground
though we tried.
I remember stolen kisses
in empty school hallways
and in the back seats of cars—
our first kiss the taste of a diet soda.
I remember your strong sense
of right and wrong—
did you know it was there?
No phony pretensions there
but something real—
kindred souls we were
yet I never even saw it,
too consumed with my self-loathing
and burned up by my own passion.
But I’ll take this memory
and I’ll build something positive
something worthwhile—
I’ll not just anguish
and lose myself in memories—
lost opportunities,
but one brick at a time
I’ll build something good.
Flow of Memory, a poem
by Marya Ophir
We hunt around
in the muck and dirt of memory
looking for some semblance
of meaning—
a revelation
that will explain to us
our soul.
Fallen ice cream cones,
parental slights,
a small piece of the puzzle,
just a figment
forced into the whole.
Darker images cloud over us
and then pass us by,
sometimes too hard to take.
Put on the radio, watch TV,
mellow out and try to forget.
The forward flow of life is a potent drug
that keeps us from remembering
all we’d swore we’d never forget.
Memory plays upon my heart-strings
Melodies so sweet and low,
From her gentle finger touches
Chords of music softly flow.
— Rosa Bunker
We hope you really enjoyed these poems — and that they themselves perhaps have forged in you a few new memories. Don’t forget to go the sidebar and follow Shadow of iris, so you don’t miss our next tremendous poem.