No one can take away our memories, we may try to put things on a back burner as to say but it is and will always be there. Our memories, our thoughts and our photos of another time, another place of where and who we were.
Memories of Life’s Collection
A little piece of life’s collection, One precious item at a time, Photographs and written poetry, Memories locked in one’s mind.
Softly whispered words, Motions made between two, Memories that are put aside, Just to mention a selective few.
Candle lights still burning, Movements in the mist of day, Seductive memories made, For two innocent loves at play.
A secret locked in darkness, Left in the dreams for night, Those memories locked away, The time and place just wasn’t right.
A little piece of life’s collection, That will never fully go away, Long listed memories not forgotten, To live through both night and day.
Memories are a beautiful thing, especially the great ones. We never want to forget them, often they keep us going for a long time and help make us stronger.
ah memories...the seeds of dreams...without them, life would be...well....kinda boring and sadly kinda empty...
Lovely piece of work here my friend...love the quatrain contruction...good rhyme scheme, very ballad like actually.
Memories is what we make all the time, even in the present which always becomes the past. A great poem, and a cute pic!
Reviewed by Sanja Dayslink (Reader)
Reviewed on March 3, 2008
I love all the precious memories that I possess, even the not so good ones -- all in all, they have helped mold me to whom I am today. Wonderful write.
Oh, Rosie, you sure do have talent.
I can only hope that someday I'll have the ability to write as beautifully and touchingly as you already do.
Love always, Natasha, xo.
Memories are a gifts packed away to unpack as we please... Nice write Rose!
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on March 1, 2008
Indeed, and today, or tomorrow over there, you canmake great memories for the day's after.... You have that power, only you, to choose what you desire....
Rose,
As I read your poem, I could not help but think of all the lovely memories and treasured moments that I had placed on the back burner, while dealing with other things.
Those are the parts or recollections of our memories that we can call on to see us through even our bluest days. What could not be in reality can have free rein in our minds. Excellent write Dear Cuz,
hugs
Fee
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God bless you. Kathy
Love you sis,
Selena
Lovely piece of work here my friend...love the quatrain contruction...good rhyme scheme, very ballad like actually.
The things we desire to
Love & Peace be with you
William
Sanja xo
Then it seems to focus on one memory wistfully put aside for reasons not revealed to the reader.
Sentimental and wistful.
Coal-Cracker hugs,
Connie
p.s. I'm editing this now, after the picture appeared. I read it first without seeing the handsome dude looking over his shoulder at you!
I can only hope that someday I'll have the ability to write as beautifully and touchingly as you already do.
Love always, Natasha, xo.
A red rose for you.
Georg
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
As I read your poem, I could not help but think of all the lovely memories and treasured moments that I had placed on the back burner, while dealing with other things.
This is a beautiful poem; thanks for sharing it.
Jill
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Fee
that's the best part about it!