Honesty Of The Souls
Lost in memory of time
Poor hearts at the corners of life
There they left all alone
No one can feel their pain inside
Lost in memory of time
The life for them used to be always but always lost desires
Once upon the time they had the opportunity to describe
What they want in life
One day everything was just a breath away
So easy that if just they could extend their hands
They would touch their heart desires
But the spirit who's pride is precious then anything else in this life always refused to be a beggar
They stood there all alone
They preferred to be just a memory in sprite of time
Because they've had noble and honest thoughts.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Thank You for the Memory
My body tingles as I lay there still feeling your body wrapped around mine
I close my eyes and notice that there is nothing I can do but dream
For you have left me here with nothing but a memory
A memory of what we had what we were
A memory of nothing more at this time nothing to have to look forward to
My heart aches as I open my eyes and turn to see nothing but an empty bed
The scent of you makes me wonder what could have been
It makes me wonder what went so wrong
We had something that could never be replaced and not it has vanished right before my eyes
You think that the memory will be nothing more than a picture
They say “A memory will last a life time”
I say “A memory will only last a life time as long as you can keep it alive inside of your heart”
There is one thing that should be said
Thank You for the memory that will last me a lifetime of joy
~*Tosha*~
poem by Darkness Falls
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Lost In The Memory of You
There were days so long ago
That time stood still
Truth came to be known
A passion from within
Lost in the memory of you
Kindness ruled the day
Laughter all around
Silence was stirring deep
The heart full of love
Lost in the memory of you
Sadness consumed the soul
For tomorrow would never come
Longing to be near
Yet distant and apart
Lost in the memory of you
poem by Patricia J Bristow
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Read 'em And Weep
Midnight, not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory, she is smiling alone
In the lamplight, the withered leaves, collected my fee
And the wind begins to moan
Memory, all alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days, it was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life, and I mustn't give in
When the dawn comes, tonight will be a memory, too
And a new day will begin
Burnt out ends of smoky days, the stale cold smell of morning
The street lamp dies, another night is over, another day is dawning
Touch me, it's so easy to leave me, all alone with the memory of my day in the sun
If you touch me, you'll understand what happiness is
Look a new day, has begun
Memory, all alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days, it was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Wonderful YOU!
Wonderful YOU!
Lost in your eyes
Lost in your kiss
Lost lost lost
Lost into you
I feel so much passion
I can´t hardly breath
passion of life
LOVE
Pain will come
I need more
TIME
TIME TIME
Need reflection
to feel complete and sure
Can´t you see
maybe
I´ll set myself
free
poem by Anne Carlén
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One Clan Left, Another I Met
I wonder at the different phases of life,
i met people in meets and bounds,
one clan left another i met,
there is no bond but memory allures,
sometime haunts othertime fond,
at times i travel down the memory lane,
and get lost in solitary way,
many things are gone in vain,
thou i feel utter pain,
few people whom i admired a lot,
are nowhere nearby now,
with those i passed my afternoon blues,
with laughter and smile,
where are they now
i wonder i wonder and wonder more and more,
when i think of them,
almost i feel lonely and lost,
for time never stops and memories never fades.
poem by renu Vig sharma sharma
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Few Two Liners
I’ve known reception
I’ve seen rejection
I’ve known how life gets reduced to a memory
I’ve seen how memory fades
I’ve seen how life takes off
I’ve known how life slumps
I’ve seen how one clings to life
I’ve known how life passes
I’ve known how knotty time is
I’ve seen comfort time brings
I've seen how life flows
I've known how it floods
I've seen clear light
I've known hazy veils in the way
I’ve seen the first cry
I’ve known the last breath
05 Apr 2011
07.20hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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From Time To Time
From time to time I have regrets
For all the tings I didn't say
That were on my life
From time to time my memory slips
But you're the one thing in my life
I won't forget
[Chorus]
There'll never be a minute of the day
I won't think of you
My feelings are so strong in me
I feel it through and through
There'll never be a night that's so dark that we won't shine
Or a dream that we've lost that we can't find
You'll always be
song performed by by Rascal Flatts from Rascal Flatts
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I Guess Its All Just A Memory
I guess its all just a memory
But where did I get lost?
Spending too much time in the middle ground
I can't imagine what I've lost
I've seen my
Life
Through your eyes
You've seen it too
As daylight does
I guess its all just a
Memory
poem by ryan Cravatta
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The Shadows Fell
April was a lovely girl, her warmth was in her eyes
And she and I would walk within the calm of clear blue skies
Too short our time together, and what time consisted of
I knew her well, the shadows fell
See, April was my love...
A young man then, I knew the things a young man knows
But somehow lost it all with age, I guess that's how it goes
But April understood, and in time revealed to me
Reflection, my direction
And what April was to be...
She became to me the way to love's soothing caress
The answers to all questions, life and love, were met with yes
All that April showed to me, my heart still now believes
To take her place, her smiling face
April love, my heart still grieves...
Our time together had the look, forever on it's face
The hands of time stood still for us, in arm, and sweet embrace
It wasn't meant to be for us, nor I to have the sound
But she was singing, bells were ringing
As she felt the darkened ground...
Too soon my April left me, to some higher plane I'm sure
To wait for me to come someday, and reminisce with her
To tell me why each tear was lost, each April that I cried
As love turned to loss, inside the cross
When my April died...
Winter's breath blows hard upon her memory now
But I remember April, springtime love and lifetime vow
Sometimes I can feel her touch, and feel the gentle breeze
The days and nights, the wrongs the rights
There are many thoughts of these...
Many years ago now, April's love had held my heart
Too many days, and nights spent now without, but not apart
And I would trade my todays, for yesterday to be...
With April once again, and back to when
April was my love, you see.......
poem by Dino Evans
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Myth about the self
What is self? Which is self? Who know?
The accumulated thought is self.
Thought lost, the sense of self is lost.
Thought is memory's expression.
Thought is conditioned by dogmas,
Convictions, customs and habits,
Also by experience and knowledge.
Thought lost, memory lost, self is lost.
Self must be an ugly product.
It wants to surge ahead in streams.
It wants to go ahead on road.
Selfishness is its character.
It's self that makes divisions
Among people, faiths and nations.
Self is the cause all clashes.
Self cannot be dislodged from heart.
Self is not the wholeness of life.
One's life is inclusive of self.
Life is the string of creation.
Creation exists without self.
Death terminates one's life and self.
Death does not liberate the self.
Keep the self under the control
More with the brain than with the heart.
12.10.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Memory of You
I was empty an hollow inside
My dreams crushed my hopes apart
Then you came into my life
Like a candle in the darkness
I learned all i know from you
I found the path of like
Now a years end has come
And just that quick you walked back out
I try to hold my emotions inside
As you hold me in your arms
For the last time
The tears just flood the ground below
I know i may never see you again
I leave today in tears and with the memory of you
The memory of you well in my soul
Locked forever inside my heart
Time so fast life changes every hour
Just know ill always carry that memory
Of you inside me
And forever it will live
poem by Kerrie Maurer
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The Invisible Hole
There seems to be a phenomenon of an invisible hole
that hardly anyone else is aware of yet takes its toll.
When we seem to have misplaced or lost something
we then all feel and imagine the extent of its sting.
It may well be that our mind or memory is not up to scratch
and that we have just forgotten the whereabouts of our catch.
But when we come to think about the problem at hand
it doesn't explain the situation or helps us to understand.
I am sure that many people have experienced the same thing
who feel mystified or saddened by what their loss does bring.
Though it may only be a temporary phase we go through
it can really have a very profound effect in our life is true.
How many times in our life it happens is peculiar to say the least
yet we are left wondering at the magnitude and extent of the beast
that just makes a certain thing disappear when we don't expect it
and doesn't leave much of a clue in our mind or surroundings of it.
Could this be related at all to the legendary rift in the space-time continuum?
which some people in the frontiers of science and philosophy have touched on
because even though a search for the object concerned proves fruitless and vain
the cherished memory of it in our heart and mind causes a lot of grief and pain.
The amusing side to this situation is that when the object lost
sometimes reappears after a period of time despite the cost,
in a particular place and we quickly recognise where it must have been
though to our memory of how it originally got there is not so very keen.
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poem by George Krokos
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Creases
Falling to pieces
Fold up in creases
Baron trees bending with breeze
No wonder they have no leaves
My mind is a waste land with not thoughts
No thoughts than can hold my attention
Staring at the sky
Thinking if only i
Now i have a thought
No its gone again
Okay just relax and think again
Time to clear my mind
Think of a better time
Well they are a distant memory now
So have i succumbed to being alone to long
Have all my thoughts and emotions
Packed up and gone
Have i been lost from reality way to long
Is it to late to start anew
Can i return to the person i once new
This void i have deep in me
Its not of lost love cause i choose to be free
So what is this void that is emptying me
Maybe my life has gone stale and old
Needing something new excitement to take hold
I know i am just a number
A number in this game
What number am i
Are there numbers the same
Is there someone out there just like me
Seeking the answers of what they should be
Time will tell
Is there enough time to discard this shell
Shell of a life i have been living
Always waiting for a new beginning
How dose that happen how do i start
Where do i enroll how do i take part
Live life to the fullest enjoy every day
How can you do this when you dont know the way
My days are of writing and writing how i feel
Is there nothing left to write about
Nothing more to feel
I'm Lost, I need change
I'm lost in a darkness as dark as the night
but lighter then the stars above
I'm lost in a memory that once were
but now is gone far away
I'm lost in the sadness after the dark
but live my life with laughter
I'm lost in this world, so beautiful it is
but it takes my life from me
I'm lost in myself and so confused
that my heart is broken in two
It's dark, it's light
it's noon, it's night
everything is changing but me
I'm lost in a life so still and slow
that my heart stops beating soon
I'm lost in a town where my heart isn't placed
and without my heart I can't live
I need my life back,
I need to change,
I need to get out of here
I'm lost in this place where i don't belong
And if I stay my breathing will stop
Therefore I go
out into the world
to a place greater then here
There I am lost in a big new world
But my heart will be with me again
poem by Maria Thalmann
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Memory and Oblivion
When all is lost, there is still a memory
From which a new city can be built in a new world.
Those with memory will be wealthy.
Oblivion cures the old wounds, and you must agree,
There is only the past and the future on the path;
When all is lost, there is still a memory.
Memory will save oblivion from a bad reverie;
When the new city is built, it will be an abode,
Bestowed by those with memory to make others wealthy.
Before the temple, in the middle of the city,
Keepers of the fire all abided.
When all is lost, there is still a memory.
Fire will be born from night to be
New light when all knowledge is swallowed
And those with memory will be wealthy.
A new rose will bloom from the dark sea,
A city revived from memory and abroad;
When all is but a memory, there is still memory.
Those with memory will be wealthy.
poem by Dejan Stojanovic
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The Lose Of Love
The life after ending love is like deserted home,
The love is my happy home that my soul lives in
But when the love is gone
Inside me the warm feeling of the love
Remains the memory of gone love every while and while
And fades away at once
But in vain all this pain
While the love is dead
Falling in love brings us to life
We begin to see things like never were there before
All the beauties come to life with love
The birds voices begins to appear
Ah, what a wonderful feeling
While all the past wounds disappears at once
Everywhere is colored blue with green
he soul wears the peace
The laughter comes from deeper inside our hearts
without any whys just because the soul is in love
Ah, nothing left there
Oh, the love is gone its cold winter time
Here inside, , ,
Inside my soul
The poor memories of lost love revives every while and while and ends at once with the dawn.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Broken Time
Lost track of time
Can´t figure out what u say
Maybe i´ve lost my mind
I can´t just erase and rewind
Needing some time to think
Even tho I can hardly remember
How it can be done
Looking behind me, I´ve left no footprints
On the sand, can´t discover where it begun
Lost track of time
Can´t figure where my life is headed to
Maybe i´ve lost myself
I can´t just dust my old self off that dusty shelf
Needing some time to breathe
Start it all over again
Looking behind me, my feet feel no pain
Can´t realize where it all truly stands
Lost track of time
The clock isn´t ticking anymore,
So i´ll just walk past that rusty door
poem by Nina gáspari
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I am Lost Now
Thoughts of Nothing
Thoughts of Darkness
No Dreams or Goals
No Hopes or Spirit
Only the Remnants of a soul remain
Tattered and Torn, No hope of Revival
I am lost to my self
I am lost to all
Deserted me, my friends have
Deserted me, my soul has
Deserted me, all for a Dream
I am Lost Now
Oh so Lost
No one to run to
No where to go
My only wish is to disappear from memory
To be lost in the depths of time, and space
For I am an Empty bottle
Cast aside without a second thought
poem by Brad Combs
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My Favorite Memory
The first time we met is a favorite memory of mine
They say time changes all it pertains to
But your memory is stronger then time
I guess everything does change except
What you choose to recall
There's a million good day dreams to dream on
But baby your my favorite memory of all
Like the night we first got together on our bench
And held each other tight
Like the winter we spent together
Helping each other and closer then ever
And I remember our special times together
And our walks and our lost time together
It was always you who made the whole time a ball
It was you who called me just to hear my voice
Theres a million good times
I could dwell on
But baby you are my favorite memory of all
and you'll always be my favorite memory.
poem by connie Engstrom
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Thy memory
In the desert of my unending gloom,
I feel thy hand on my visage,
The intensity of my pain retreats,
The frangrance of thy being
Lights up, in me,
The spirit of vivacity,
My days are luminious,
My nights are colourful.
I feel the moisture of thy hair
As the rain comes,
I feel thy touch
As the wind blows,
I experience spring
In the autumn of my life,
The flowers of thy memory
Bloom everywhere.
But Ah!
As soon as thy memory departs,
The world becomes dark to me
And my spirit.
I am lost in my business again,
The business of memorizing thee.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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