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I Still Remember

I Still Remember

A Poem by Keertivardhan Kukreti


A poem of regret,love and sadness
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You were my light, and my life then came that cold, dark night now the only time I see your face is in the picture of this old place without you, ..
Not Forgotten

Not Forgotten

A Poem by Amanda Lynn


This poem is dedicated to a toxic person, who believes they have never done anything wrong, they live in a fantasy world, where they are the only vict..
You would like it

You would like it

A Poem by Danielle Browne


There is something that each line has in common. Comment if you understand what it is :-)
All My Fault

All My Fault

A Poem by David Lewis Paget


My heart is empty, my head is fullOf all that transpired in the past,My short term memory’s wrapped in woolMy long term leaves me aghast,As age ..
In a World of Dust and Memory

In a World of Dust and Memory

A Chapter by S. D. Forogar


In a world of dust and memory . . .
Indigo, Left, Shattered

Indigo, Left, Shattered

A Chapter by S. D. Forogar


Memory and Purpose are intertwined, infinitely feeding one another like the Ouroboros. Lose one, and you will cripple the other. Lose both, and you wi..
Blackbird, Descended, Singer

Blackbird, Descended, Singer

A Chapter by S. D. Forogar


Blackbirdand sparrow tweet at each other between trees, branches all to themselves. Ellie eyes their greed, their lives lived as if expecting that the..
Past, Future

Past, Future

A Chapter by S. D. Forogar


But were they my memories, or were they hers? Or, were they anybody's?
Canoeing The Cumberland River in 1998

Canoeing The Cumberland River in 1998

A Poem by James


We took a trip in the summer of '98Canoeing down the Cumberland River.A rented boat, two extra paddles,A cooler secured with duct tape,Sunscreen " and..
Growing Up In A Pub

Growing Up In A Pub

A Story by George Coombs


A memory of my childhood
Lingering Blame

Lingering Blame

A Poem by WillaDanvers


He didn’t see her coming, Does that make it his fault? He only saw a clean path, And actions that wouldn’t hold consequence..
Faded

Faded

A Poem by Hell in a Hip Flask


The ink’s faded and letters blurred, the mind is weary, the speech slurred. I don’t remember my old poems- why I wrote th..
In The Valley

In The Valley

A Poem by Earl Schumacker


Something below clouds and air
Be Still

Be Still

A Poem by DianneR


Stillness in memories
I Am Stirred

I Am Stirred

A Poem by DianneR


A stirring in my soul
FROM THE PAST

FROM THE PAST

A Story by Peter Rogerson


We're all different, but this is a bit of me.