Question

write a poem on the topic my memories

Answer 1

Today will be a memory 
yesterday is a memory drifting away 
memories turn into tears, 
tearing us apart. 

Fear of moving on, afraid of change, 
in a minute this will just be a memory 
memories are all pain in vain 
memories are like dreams, a reflection of the past. 

Memories are vision of what it used to be. 
my memories are sadness and struggle 
what are yours? 
are they sadness and struggle? 

You are but a memory 
that dwindles as each day passes me by. 
and as you slowly vanish 
I huddle in my room and cry. 

A memory that’s all I have 
that’s all that’s left of you 
nothing but a mere memory 
that still lingers, only for a little while longer in my head. 

Don’t forget about the past 
without memories there is no yesterday. 
make every day one to remember a 
memory to move on

Answer 2

A pen--to register; a key-- 
That winds through secret wards 
Are well assigned to Memory 
By allegoric Bards. 

As aptly, also, might be given 
A Pencil to her hand; 
That, softening objects, sometimes even 
Outstrips the heart's demand; 

That smooths foregone distress, the lines 
Of lingering care subdues, 
Long-vanished happiness refines, 
And clothes in brighter hues; 

Yet, like a tool of Fancy, works 
Those Spectres to dilate 
That startle Conscience, as she lurks 
Within her lonely seat. 

Oh! that our lives, which flee so fast, 
In purity were such, 
That not an image of the past 
Should fear that pencil's touch! 

Retirement then might hourly look 
Upon a soothing scene, 
Age steal to his allotted nook 
Contented and serene; 

With heart as calm as lakes that sleep, 
In frosty moonlight glistening; 
Or mountain rivers, where they creep 
Along a channel smooth and deep, 
To their own far-off murmurs listening.