Haunt
She’ll HaUnT your every moment
Whether waking or asleep
Just when you think it’s safe enough
That’s when her memory creeps
Just like a raging river
The thoughts of her flow
Flooding your broken heart
And aching it up so
To think that you once had her
In the palm of your hand
Oh what joyful days
When you were her man
The only one who’s right for you
No one else will ever do
This loss is such a cross to bear
Her memory’s with you everywhere
She’ll HaUnT your every moment
Whether waking or asleep
Learning how to live with it
Her memory’s yours to keep
poem by Suzie ...Q
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
Thoughts on a memory
There is so little I can say,
and yet so much thought
has gone in today.
How the mind wanders
on the different alleys.
To retrieve a thought, a memory,
it's brought forth in vivid view,
to haunt my tormented soul..
I cling to the memory
of the almost-nothing.
Thinking it through
to create the almost-something.
As the days draw by
I think of that single memory.
I ponder on thoughts,
I know I should not have.
Yet, when the heart beats yearningly,
don't we all return to the memory?
To that single moment
when one word could make,
a whole new memory?
poem by Ranger Lady
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Its only me
Its Only Me
Its only me
An echo
A whisper
A heartbeat
A memory in your past
Inside
Inside your mind ill linger forever
Waiting there for years to come
All those long years
Just waiting
I may be gone from you in waking life
But my soul will haunt you forever
Its my memory as well
And your soul will haunt me to
Secret memories and thoughts
Hidden in secret places
Ill be here forever
Just waiting
Like a rose
That crumbles in death
But is remembered forever
As my love for you
Now my love is nothing
But
An echo
A whisper
A heartbeat
A memory in your past
Its only me
poem by Naomi Burdett
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Loss And Life.
A loss of a friend hurts
The loss of a best friend hurts more,
But it is never a true loss;
Everyday you will see something that reminds you of them
This will bring a memory;
A memory of the times you spent together
Followed by another;
A memory of how you went your separate ways
They will always be in your mind;
They never really leave you.
In other words they haunt you
Till you get over them…you will find that
You have got some other friends…..
This is life…..it just goes ON AND ON!
poem by Avleek Dhiman
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The memory river
The memory river painting all of our memories *
Together we passed all of heart solitude*
Followed swift the life flow*
Hoped we love never death*
Constant we needs wrote the story*
The memory river was the picture we have long hopes*
Where all followed the lines of the Lord*
We said was together we have the sorrow*
We said was broken become two*
I'still remember we have ever sitting near in the silent river of silence*
I'still remember we have conscience crying*
Your conscience always said*
Where i'saw sincere from my heart eyes*
The memory river flowed heade the area ocean*
The memory river never dry forevermore*
I'need we said like the river memory*
Never dry we love forevermore*
Like memory
Love me like a memory
Never let me go
Hold me close forever
Let those feelings flow
Don’t look back at yesterday
You will only find the past
Love me in the here and now
We will truly make it last
Love me like a memory
I will love you from the heart
A love that’s ever lasting
Existing from the start
Love me like each heartfelt smile
That you will send my way
Love me more tomorrow
Precious moments in our day
Love me like a memory
Never with regret
The world looks bright and cheery
This heart will not forget
I promise that I will love you
Every moment of each day
A memory ongoing
It will not fade away
Love me like a heartbeat
A pulse that never ends
Arms wrapped around each other
Where we started out as friends
Love me like a memory
Our future appears so bright
I will love you every moment
Every day and every night
poem by William Lindenmuth
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Making Love With Memories
You poked my blurring eye,
Let me lift your mushy breast.
We aged onwards
While you stroked flaccidity –
Recalling decades of
Blood-gorged coming, shuddering to boot.
I kissed a venerable mouth
Crammed with falsities –
Once brilliant keys
Guarded by crimson lips
Washed by a sensual tongue.
And so we writhed in wrinkles,
Tiring effort, and
Memories.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
Memory memory memory memory memory
Memory memory memory memory memory
Memory memory memory memory memory
Memory memory memory memory memory
poem by Mark R Slaughter
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Loss of memory
I thank the loss of my memory
Of those days when I had not a friend
I am thankful to the memory
Of those great moments when we are together
I thank the loss of my memory
Of those seconds prior to your reasonableness
I am thankful to the memory
Of the great dimple when you smile
I thank the loss of my memory
Prior to the reduction of your anger
I am thankful to the memory
Of those great sharing moments of your success
I thank the loss of my memory
For the reasons of our arguments
I am thankful to the greatest
Moments of my life with you.
poem by Hariharans Sundaram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Fate:
In this life I live with a feeling, deep inside stabbing and tearing.
My heart is empty, Black and torn. these days of pain are uncomparing.
i try to ignore this guilt and sadness, i cant shake this pain and feeling.
the days grow longer, the nights grow darker this feeling i have is unwilling.
i wish it free to no longer be but my past has left me a great memory.
This memory within tears me apart, i wish to erase it from my mind and heart.
the memory of happiness that tears me apart, i only wish to flee from this tormenting memory.
to flee and run to escape my fate that is yet to come.
I cannot stop it, no matter how far i run, this fate will haunt me till its done.
poem by Thomas Bevers
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Memory Loss
Indeed we live in troubled times
Our days filled with angst n’ worry
Good folk committing petty crimes
Blindly going nowhere in a hurry
Some complain of “Memory loss”
Whilst caught up in hurtful foment
Their days lived in utter chaos
Forsaken; “Living in the moment”
When events speed up slow down!
Deliberate; then proceed
‘Lest you quickly sink n’ drown
For it’s your loss when lifetime tallied
Life is best when you’re the boss,
And there’s no need for memory loss
(ROTMS)
poem by Ray Lucero
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
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
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Haunted By Your Memory
You pushed me aside
a long time ago
but you didn’t account
that your memory would grow.
Now you’re a face in every crowd that I see.
You are everywhere just to haunt me.
How long must I go on
keep remembering you?
Will my mind ever let you go
or will you always be
the ghost in my memory
that will never let me be.
My heart belongs to another,
but your image will not let me be.
I am like a prisoner
who can never get free
from being a slave
to your memory.
You are a face in a crowd
wherever I go.
I am haunted by you
and what will never be.
I am haunted day and night
by your memory.
poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Come As You Are (LP Version)
Come As You Are"
Come, as you are. As you were.
As I want you to be. As a friend.
As a friend. As an old enemy. Take your time.
Hurry up. The choice is yours. Don't be late.
Take a rest. As a friend. As a old memory, memory, memory, memory.
Come. Dowsed in mud. Soaked in bleach.
As I want you to be. As a trend. As a friend.
As an old memory, memory, memory, memory.
And I swear that I don't have a gun.
No I don't have a gun. No I don't have a gun.
Memory, memory, memory, memory (don't have a gun).
And I swear that I don't have a gun.
No I don't have a gun. No I don't have a gun.
No I don't have a gun. No I don't have a gun. Memory, memory...
song performed by by Nirvana
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Dead Memory
Your memory no longer lingers through my life.
You were there once and now your gone.
Your memory has died like a rose when it is cut from the rest of the world.
Your torns no longer cut my heart.
My voice no longer whispers you name,
I no longer look for you in other people in other faces.
I no longer dream of you or wish that I see you once again.
My heart no longer cries or bleeds for you, not no more.
You no longer haunt my dreams or my memories.
I finally found someone that keeps me warm at night,
I finally found someone who has helped me erase your memory.
I no longer fall and stumble but I now walk tall.
Your memory was a weight that I carried through out time
that now I am free.
I can say that I no longer love you, for you are a dead memory
poem by Elizabeth Gaytan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Haunted By Their Memory
Why with all the faces that we knew,
does a few seem to fill our thoughts
and haunt us sometimes for days.
The problem with these faces
they are of friends who faded away
and will not be seen again.
Is this our memory telling us
we should have been closer then
and not let their friendship drift away?
That we should have kept in touch more.
Spoke more on the telephone,
and wrote a letter or two,
maybe even visited from time to time.
Now we are haunted by their faces
for things we should have done, but never did.
Is this our punishment for not making the time
to keep in touch with them
that their faces haunt us.
Punishing us on a daily basis
knowing its too late now,
as they are no longer with us.
Could it be they are there as a lesson to learn?
That when something rare comes into our lives
we should embrace it strongly and not turn it away
for it will never come back.
Once it has gone from us
all we will be left with is faces
and haunted by their memory.
23 February 2009
poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Waking dream
Ooh waking dream ooh waking dream
That causes all my agony
I heave with anguish meshed with misery
For your departure like the rapture
Has taken any hope for a blissful eternity
Ooh waking dream ooh waking dream
Pawn has made its move to take the queen
A lonely king to make seven moves
To escape with pride and not to loose
Waking dream that fades away
Like a beautiful sunset that ends a day
Usher darkness into my life
With madness is how I cope at nights
Hide any weakness in murkiness
Having every answer and still I guess
Ooh waking dream ooh waking dream
Your a reflection of a dying memory
poem by Raymond Valadez
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Memory (Thy Shall)
Thy shall not slumber,
Thy shall not wake,
A memory so fragile,
So delicate it may break.
A memory so lost,
So unwanted it tears apart,
Until it dies,
It shall go back to thy start.
A powerful memory it may be,
Or a memory that shall be overlooked,
Thy one shall let it see,
How thy memory is like a book.
But how powerful thy memory is,
It has to be stronger than a good memory,
A memory that has passion and feeling,
A memory that has greatness and becoming myself, I, and me.
Until that kind of memory is shown,
Thy memory shall be looked upon near and far,
Thy memory shall be kept hidden,
Until it shall be who we are.
Thy shall not slumber,
Thy shall not wake,
A memory so fragile,
so delicate it may break.
poem by Alicia Meyers
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Your Memory
YOUR MEMORY
Your memory,
comes like a floating cloud,
no one knows,
from where it comes,
and from where it goes
your memory comes,
like a sweet fragrance,
your memory comes,
from distant hills,
like a flowing river
and where it goes
poem by Dr. Ram Sharma
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Eternity
you are told to just watch
to make ready your eyes for the amazement
the wonders of this world cannot be contained in a jar
of words
they always overflow and pass and fade and come back again
when your eyes are ready for another
show
once you fall asleep
then on the other moment you forget what is it all about
you are too busy with
your games
chasing the frolic of time's
mutability
there is such a thing as waking up
deep inside you
when time is not time anymore but merely moments
of connections
to every nerve
to every unconsciousness
here, there is no waking
neither there is sleeping
there is just that moment
of seeing
eternity.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
I live and will die by you
It is my memory of you
That kindles my spirit.
It is the same memory
That swindles my heart.
My head is full with your thought.
My bed is sore from the same thought.
Day by day pain aggravates;
The same way does my plight.
It is my memory of you
That gives me joy.
It is the same memory
That sends me to sorrow.
You throw on me the day and the night.
I enjoy both in different lights.
I cherish you in my memory;
I may perish from the same memory
29.11.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Worth Forgetting
me still wait to get use to the idea
of not in your memory
oh! ! please, let it grow
let it take roots
in my mind
in my heart
both you and me
let us get enchanted
by the idea of
getting out
and till time
that time
moment if it comes
remain in memory..
drenched in eachothers memory..........
poem by Trinity Aana
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!