Early Works - Shadows Of The Past
My mind is filled with memories
of times gone by
memories some innocent, some hurtful,
some filled with laughter
and some how I used to cry.
There are faces
some of which I do not know
strangers, shadows of the past.
Who are they
and why do they haunt the present me?
9 March 1983
Authors note:
I wrote this poem using the title of a novel I was writing at the time.
poem by David Harris
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A Shoebox
At the back of the wardrobe
lies, a shoebox of memories
of years gone by,
letters and photographs
filled with memories
of years before we grew old.
As I opened the lid
the memories came flooding out
and swirled around my head,
memories filled with smiles and laughter
at the things we used to do.
poem by David Harris
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Boxes Filled With Memories
Sort through any loft
and you will be surprised
at what you find.
Remnants of former lives
that might have lived there.
Boxes filled with memories
you stored up there
and then forgot about.
Some filled with memories,
fragments of your past.
As you go through them,
you smile and remember times
associated with the contents there.
16 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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Mementoes That We Take
It is a sad time
when we have to
move house or job.
We often wish
we could take a memento
of our stay there,
but the mementoes that we take
are in our memories,
of times we spent there.
The faces that we knew
who would soon
be faces of the past.
We take with us the laughter
and the smiles that came along the way
through the years of our stay.
Tomorrow brings a new start
of faces fresh and new.
More memories
we will have to store.
Therefore, the cycle will go on
wherever we go from there.
27 June 2007
poem by David Harris
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Past-Present-Future
They spend no time together
Yet they're relatively linked
These three birds of a feather
Who march through time in sync
Present is right now
Past is just before it
Future rightly vows
Nothing will detour it
The past flies by too fast
It's movement so incessant
And with a final gasp
Bestows on us the present
The past is understood
When at present we look back
Most memories are good
But some do sadly lack
For the time that's yet to be
The future, as it's known
Let's prepare it present-ly
With good memories all it's own
poem by Stanley Cooper
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Memories
Memories of good times
Memories of bad times
Memories of our love
So many memories
Memories of us crying
Memories of us laughing
Memories of our commitment
So many memories
Memories of us hugging
Memories of us kissing
Memories of those late nights
So many memories
Memories of how we met
Memories of how you left
Memories of what you said
So many memories
Why did you leave me
with so many memories
Did you ever realize
that my memories are yours
Everything we did together
stays within our memories
I remember getting hurt
Do you hurt too
Let's make a new memory
that we can both share
Let's love again
in our memories
poem by Adam McKim
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Early Works - Man Of Yesterday
People call me romantic
because of what I write
but they don’t really know
that the romance in my life
is nothing but a memory
in the flickering flames of a fire light.
I’m a man of yesterday
living in the world of today
trying to catch the past
caught in the eye of my memory,
and whose tomorrows
are only filled with dreams of yesterday.
I’m a man of the shadows
where the real world doesn’t lie
where faces no longer seen
seem vivid as commonplace
that they haunt my waking days
and my dream filled nights.
Tomorrow never comes to me
only days before yesterday
when once again I’m in love
with a dream never to be.
Why am I tormented over yesterday
the answer eludes even me.
29 November 1983
poem by David Harris
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Faded Photographs
On the mantle place they sit
Glimpses of yesterdays
Memories of the good times
Before you said it was your time to go
Memories linger on
When the shadows disappear
Memories of the times
When you were near
Glimpses of the love we had
Memories of times
I never wish to forget
Captured forever in our faded photographs
21 Feb 2007
poem by David Harris
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How Long
‘How long is it dear, since we were wed,
when first I ventured into your bed.
We’ve made it through together since then,
time filled with laughter, and counting to ten’.
‘How long is it since we were wed,
teapot filled up, toast with butter spread.
Memories formed and loved treasures kept,
times of bright smiles, moments when we’ve wept’.
‘How long is it dear since we were wed,
letters and cards, so numerous, read.
Funny jokes told and stories so sad,
accepting good, along with the bad’.
‘How long is it dear, since we were wed,
and what’s for us in the times ahead.
Shall we go on in the same old way,
each looking back to our own heyday’.
‘How long is it since we were wed,
no, cannot remember either, Ted.
But never mind, it was long ago,
and anyway I still love you so’.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Memories of Childhood
memories so many,
arent they sweet like honey?
i remember my childhood days;
when me and my sister lazed.
the time when i rolled in mud,
or; the time when i fell down
the time when i saw a meteor,
or; the time when i went to school.
the time when i threw stones at cows,
or; the time when i was chased by a mouse!
old memories are filled with fun and joy,
things to be remembered and loved.
and; time came for me to grow up;
to sit in the armchair;
to remember............................
(stuffed in my mind)
my childhood memories.
poem by Aparna Subramanian
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Thanks for the Memories by Fall Out Boy
[Intro]
I'm gonna make it bend and break
(It sent you to me without wait)
Say a prayer, but let the good times roll
In case God doesn't show...
(Let the good times roll)
(Let the good times roll)
[Verse 1]
And I want these words to make things right
But it's the wrongs that make the words come to life,
'Who does he think he is? '
If that's the worst you got
Better put your fingers back to the keys
[Chorus]
One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Even though they weren't so great;
'He tastes like you, only sweeter'!
One night, yeah, and one more time
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories;
'See, he tastes like you only sweeter'!
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
[Verse 2]
Been looking forward to the future
But my eyesight is going bad
And this crystal ball
It's always cloudy except for
(Except for)
When you look into the past
(Look into the past)
One night stand...
(One night stand, oh)
[Chorus]
One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Even though they weren't so great;
'He tastes like you only sweeter'!
One night, yeah, and one more time
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories;
'See, he tastes like you only sweeter'!
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
[Interlude]
They say
I only think in the form of crunching numbers
In hotel rooms collecting page-six lovers
Get me out of my mind
And get you out of those clothes
I'm a liner away
From getting you into the mood
Whoa
[Chorus]
One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Even though they weren't so great;
'He tastes like you but sweeter'!
One night, yeah, and one more time
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories;
'See, he tastes like you only sweeter'!
[Chorus]
One night and one more time (One more night, one more time)
Thanks for the memories
Even though they weren't so great;
'He tastes like you but sweeter'!
One night, yeah, and one more time (One more night, one more time)
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories; (For the memories)
'See, he tastes like you only sweeter'!
poem by Shi Yelami
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Memories in the mind
Memories are made in the mind,
and there if you search, you will find.
There in the mind, so many things,
so many memories it brings.
So many years have passed,
of our youth, away we have cast
some memories happy, some memories sad,
memories have I, when I was a lad.
Memories have I, of a dog named shep,
memories of him, when he kept in step.
Memories of my friends, when we played,
of those days, for ever memories relayed.
Memories of family and fun,
when we talked until the setting of sun.
Memories of washing our fifty-seven Ford,
and wanting things we couldn't afford.
Memories are made in the mind,
long lost, search and you will find,
memories of days gone by,
searching memories, oh how you try.
Memories will fade out,
you have forgotton, what it's about,
memories lost in the mind,
dig them out and you will find.
Within The Shadows Of My Mind
There are lots of memories locked away
within the shadows of my mind.
Memories of childhood years gone by
and they are located in the dark recesses
awaiting one day to escape from
within the shadows of my mind.
We tend to hide away
the sad things in our lives,
locking them away
never to see again the light of day.
We wish not to resurrect
all their sadness and pain.
Therefore, we store them away
within the shadows of our mind.
In the shadows, hold many tragedies
of which we do not want to relive.
The pain grows constantly
just thinking of them again.
So as I close each chapter
of my life as it unfolds
the memories that bring
the most pain are locked away
within the shadows of my mind.
5 September 2008
poem by David Harris
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Care Not With Jealousy
faces friends events
memories labyrinth mazes
time encapsulate lives
care not with jealousy
count not the few or many
time slip transcendency
most had another lover
multiple lovers four leaf clover
mind in joy hover cover
first taste love relationships
tender innocence time porous rips
reins embodiment fate slips
why hold passion jealous stubborn fast
to who were memories in your lovers past
bliss times pass sadly cannot always last
for each gentle soul passing light
which filled your lovers day or night
be grateful spark was noble bright
be grateful for all kind past lovers
who gave happiness in meteorite showers
fate directed flowers to home meadows
how many men women were in her his past
be grateful for of them all true love may be last
fate directed her him into your path hold fast
what is true love true beauty
real love enfolds sacred duty
true heart be time ever worthy
be beautiful in love forget times past
embrace now so sacred love may last
embrace the future waylay not time last
Dedicated to my friend Gregory Allen Uhan. May all happiness and joy, readers attain from reading this poem forever bless your soul my friend, we are and shall remain twin souls in poetry.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A Ode Poem To You
My mother gave me an ode poem, oh how I love that poem
The scene of her perfume on it, the picture of me in her arms
This letter I keep with me all the time, I love it so much I sleep with it under my pillow
To her nice hand writing, to the black ink she wrote in, she wrote until her ink went low
My poem is great, my poem is wonderful, to the white paper she wrote on it’s beautiful
To the green words of the title, my poem she gave me is the best
I love how she gave the lip stick print on the top of my poem, sad to say she's at rest
I will always love the poem she gave to me before she passed
To the words in the poem she gave me will always endure
Word by word my lovely poem is speaking to me gratefully
This ode poem was from my mom and for only me sincerely
I love my poem, oh how wonderful it can be
Its so wonderful do you want to read,
Take a look, take a look and you will see
poem by Twilight Simmons
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Maelstrom Of Memories
Walking down a street
where we lived many years ago,
the faces behind the doors
are not the same anymore.
As we walk, we look back
at a time that inherited our name.
Remembering the times there
in the maelstrom of memories
that come flooding back
to haunt us with faces
of that long ago.
Our head spins as we walk
stepping back into our yesterdays
with its happiness, sadness
and grief that came our way.
We stumble over things
we had forgotten long ago
as we are overtaken
in a maelstrom of memories.
13 February 2012
poem by David Harris
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How Can I Write A Poem/ When I Am Filled With Inner Ugliness
HOW CAN I WRITE A POEM/ WHEN I AM FILLED WITH INNER UGLINESS
How can I write a poem
When I am filled with inner ugliness
Envy sadness disappointment hopelessness?
How can I write a poem
When discouragement so deep in me
And so relentless?
The poem itself
Its writing
Restores hope-
Truly or falsely
If only to some small degree
Writing these words
I at least now feel
Perhaps there is some small use and meaning to me
After all.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Old Days
Old days
Good times I remember
Fun days
Filled with simple pleasures
Drive-in movies
Comic books and blue jeans
Howdy doody
Baseball cards and birthdays
Take me back
To a world gone away
Memories
Seem like yesterday
Old days
Good times I remember
Gold days
Days Ill always treasure
Funny faces
Full of love and laughter
Funny places
Summer nights and streetcars
Take me back
To a world gone away
Boyhood memories
Seem like yesterday
Old days - in my mind and in my heart to stay
Old days - darkened dreams of good times gone away
Old days - days of love and feeling fancy free
Old days - days of magic still so close to me
Old days - in my mind and in my heart to stay
Old days - darkened dreams of good times gone away
Old days - days of love and feeling fancy free
Old days - days of magic still so close to me
song performed by by Chicago
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Romantics About Old Age
promised in our old age,
we would have solitude
pleasant and sublime
happiness and security
filled with memories
satisfying and sweet,
and it came to pass
that old age caught up,
it's not one particular
day of reckoning,
that came knocking on my chest
short gasps of-
pains of rheumatism
malfunctioning of the plumbing,
it's not the pain and slowing down
that follows me around,
not even the glee and merry
laughter echoing
of a new generatiion abounding
can compensate, all on its own
solitude when sought
soon filled with electronic buzzing
Hybla bees stinging with their poison
and false promises of honey
waves of fear appear,
of being left
alone with memories
all of your own,
memories crowded with others
wings spread in flight and delights
winging their way, alighting,
then vanishing into a fog of recall
returning only in part when summoned
by the bugles of whim and fancy
poem by Shimon Weinroth
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Memories
Memories
All I have is memories
All I have is memories
Memories of you
Now youre gone
They linger on, these memories
All these precious memories
Memories of you
How they linger in the twilight
In the morning in the small hours
Just before dawn
Memories
Of summer days so long ago
People in the places
That we used to know
Oh those memories
How they linger in the twilight
And in the wee small hours
Sometime just before the dawn
Oh those memories
Oh happy times those memories
All I have now is memories
Memories of you
Oh memories
All those precious memories
All I have is memories
Memories of you
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Time
Time is a nonspacial continuum
In which events occur in obvious
Irreversible sequencing union:
Past, present and future, continuous.
What does all this mean to us in our lives?
Well, we have many memories don’t we?
Shared with our loved ones and our relatives.
Past experiences that once were new
Are now old, recyclable memories.
Those timely abstract musings cling to
Everyone: today's contemporaries.
The entire past is what we are anew.
The present is shaped by this time “before”
And hinged on what the future holds in store.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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