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POEM STARTER
'Memory breathes'
Write a poem that begins with this line.
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Memory breathes
Automatically recording
The moments of life
We may forget
Or remember
Like a breath
Some are deeper
Or smaller
But still part
Of the bigger picture
Taking in the vision
Absorbing what may come with it
And consequently
Breathing out
Something it replaced
Smell the roses
Blow out the candle
Smell the emotions
Blow out the battle
We breathe, just as memory does
And stop,...
Memory breathes
And like a strand of hair
Tickling your cheek,
It’s breath tickles you
A strand of hair,
You can toss it back
But a memory, it stays
Glued to you
It’s breath
Nuzzling your chin
Like a scratchy knitted scarf
Tied way too tightly
It eventually turns
From an itchy sock
Into a tickle monster
It’s claws
Scratching
Scarring
Begging for freedom
It’s breath
Gasping for oxygen
For ...
Memory breathes, a phrase that stirs the soul,
In love's embrace, where memories take their toll.
Through darkest hours, when shadows cast their might,
Love's memory persists, forever shining bright.
In yonder days of youth, when hearts were pure,
Love's flame ignited, steadfast and secure.
A tender touch, a whispered vow so sweet,
Etched in memory's realm, where moments meet.
Though time may pa...
“In the end, we only regret the chances we didn’t take, the relationships we were afraid to have, and the decisions we waited too long to make.” -unknown(or something)
Memory breathes...
The blade unseathes...
Unspoken words bleed...
Sprouting again the weed...
Stars twinkle...
Come again the whistle...
The chance I didn't take was talking to you
I should've asked how you were
Now you're not her...
Memory breathes thieves.
Mothers grieve leave without glee
They flee.
Unjustly done upon thee
No morality.
He ran from fans infamous he faced us
Fought caught took a knee.
he cracked whacked a man upon a stand
A bias pious man to reprimand the dammed.
“Guilty shall you plea Mr C?”
“Take a knee bored ford your rymes are free!”
“57 counts!”
He pouts.
Reality made castles upon hills crumbl...
memory breathes.
i’m driving down the old street
i know that house like the back of my hand.
memory breathes
and you’re looking at me with all that pity
and god it’s so embarrassing
and i wish i could forget
i wasn’t supposed to be here this long
listen to me
i have no reason to consider the future
listen to me
i don’t care if you love me
or are worried about me
i just want to live in the woods...
memory breathes
the ache of our sin
guilt weeps
the crack from within
shadows of your fingertips
trace across my face
obscure my vision gently
i tell them to give me space
but they never listen
of forgetting, i’m incapable
so you linger there
your touch, inescapable
the words you whispered
hot on my cheek
the promises you broke
my heart grew weak
but darling, i still want you
your love, your t...
Memory breathes here
I remember too much though
Choke it, forget it.
He died, but forget
And it’s not real, forgotten
Gone and lost to time.
Remember, forget
Overlapping words, don’t think,
Sleep and it’ll go
It’ll all be gone
It’ll be gone if I die
But I don’t want to.
Just let me forget,
Please if someone can hear me
I want to forget....
Memory breathes
It breaths throughout the world we know
It will always echo in our heads
Wether friend or foe
Memory breathes
It breathes in and out of us
It comes in, then out
Calming us down
Memory breathes
It inhales our hate
We can never have enemies
Plus, we’re always late
Memory breathes
It spirals around us all
Spreading love, and . . .
Sometimes just bitter hate...
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