So I wrote a poem yonks ago with around about 690 words, but because of the length, I think it's more typically called an "epic" rather than a poem.
I know that there is so much more I could add to it, edit, reword,... but I think it would go on forever if I did that, so I will leave it as it is.
~
The Memories
the
memories of laughter
of life
and of death
the
memories of sadness
and
shortness of breath
the
memories of smiles
on sweet
little faces
the
memories of cities
and
beautiful places
the
memories of anger
withholding
its grins
the
memories of dusting
and
emptying bins
the
memories of grazes
of
bruises and sores
the
memories of winning
and
boastful roars
the
memories of boredom
of paper
and pen
the
memories of writing
a letter
to send
the
memories of books
of movies
and such
the
memories of action
and
motorbike ruts
the
memories of cupcakes
of
biscuits and slice
the
memories of dinners
and cold
apple pies
the
memories of strangers
of
manners and rules
the
memories of playing
and
skipping on school
the
memories of Google
and
internet problems
the
memories of laptops
and
pressing of buttons
the
memories of piano
or
writing a song
the
memories of music
and
singing along
the
memories of dancing
and
stepping on toes
the
memories of clapping
where
anything goes
the
memories of timing
and
digital clocks
the
memories of waiting
and
watches that stop
the
memories of night
and
sneaking around
the
memories of games
with
silence a sound
the
memories of lollies
and
taking a look
the
memories of travel
and feeling
crook
the
memories of coughing
and
sniffily noses
the
memories of sunshine
and sweet
smelling roses
the
memories of airplanes
on top of
the clouds
the
memories of airports
down on
the ground
the
memories of ants
that
crawl over feet
the
memories of trees
and defender
defeat
the
memories of hay
and sweet
little kittens
the
memories of goats
that
cannot be written
the
memories of fishing
of
shooting at night
the
memories of hiking
or flying
a kite
the
memories of summer
and
watery skies
the
memories of aircon
and
pestering flies
the
memories of autumn
with
piles of leaves
the
memories of gardens
with
carrots and peas
the
memories of winter
and frost
on the grass
the
memories of coffee
in a mug
or a glass
the
memories of milking
on cold
rainy days
the
memories of sunsets
and fires
ablaze
the
memories of spring
of
cicadas and birds
the
memories of sand
and
digging the dirt
the
memories of storms
and
terrible hail
the
memories of dust
and coal
to inhale
the
memories of horses
that
gallop the wind
the memories of bookshelves
and all
that's within
the
memories of cattle
we fed
for their meat
the
memories of tires
and old
wooden seats
the
memories of sheep
and
gaggles of geese
the
memories of eggs
and
rabbits released
the
memories of pushbikes
of rides
in the mud
the
memories of mulb'ries
and
picking a dud
the
memories of knowing
of a life
to be born
the
memories of dentists
and teeth
that were worn
the
memories of bubbles
and
blowing balloons
the
memories of skating
and
losing a shoe
the
memories of baking
on floury
floors
the
memories of toffee
and
dirtying doors
the
memories of churches
and
groups that relate
the
memories of conflict
and
relative hate
the
memories of pain
and
cutting rejection
the
memories of hearts
with
different reflections
the
memories of L’s
forever
and ever
the
memories of mottos
of ‘never
say never’
the
memories of boating
and
learning to row
the
memories of tubing
and not
letting go
the
memories of friends
who stay
there for life
the
memories of guys
with finding a wife
the
memories of mothers
who wipe
away tears
the
memories of fathers
who
conquer their fears
the
memories of sisters
loving
and kind
the
memories of brothers
speaking
their mind
the
memories of quarrels
in
honest, were few
the
memories of struggle
that
pushed us through
remember
the Love
that will
keep us together
remember
the grace
and hold
it forever
remember
the passion
that
forced Him to us
remember
our Jesus
Who died
on the cross
remember
the Master
Who loved us so dear
remember
the Reason
that
brought us all here
~
Have any of these lines resonated a memory in you?
3 comments:
I love this poem, thanks for sharing it.
No worries, Alice, glad you liked it. =)
Just beautiful, Olivia :')
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