I remember hot summer days
in our country side homes
running barefoot down gravel roads
until we were sunburned,
fishing off of sagging docks
with worms we’d dug from sun baked earth
than arguing over who’d caught the biggest fish
and who found the most worms.
I remember cold winter days
racing home from school
to build snow forts in the backyard
in our school cloths and good shoes,
getting yelled at for staying out too late
as we wonder inside to thaw our frozen toes
and drink hot chocolate made in the microwave
from chipped coffee mugs.
I remember late weekend night
sneaking out of our rooms like we were so brave
just to sit bored in the living room
and tease each other over stupid things
until mom would wake to uncontrollable laughter
and tell us to get back in bed
than not be able to get up the next morning
just to do it all over again.
I remember the good times
the ones that you like to deny
before everything got bad
and our lives began to fall apart,
these are the memories that I choose to cling to
the ones that make me smile through my tears
I won’t let go if you won’t
of the days where we had no real cares.
Author notes
Please any advice? Anything I do to improve this? I don't write much posative poetry but I kinda like this one. Please comment.
A contest entry
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I like this poema lot becuase it sounds so much like my own childhood and days spent with my cousin, before harsh realities of life changed us and, inevitably seperated us. We still hang on, but sometimes I am afraid that that frail thread will break and my childhood will be remembered as bitterly then as it is now sweet.
I can't really offer and creative advice since I like it the way that it reads now.
s and best wishes always... ~Genie~
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Lovely!
Ahhh the memories of yesteryear. I love this poem. It takes me back to my childhood. Well Done
Mariana
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Thank you.
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I guess things have gotten bad for I remember tose wonderful days when less meant you created more. Now in our world of lust and greed there is little time for the mind to use it's imagination. So sad I think. Thanks for the reminder of those good old days.
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Thank you for the comment.
Me and my brother are still 'young' (I'm 18 and he's 16) but as children we didn't have much, only eachother, so we spent alot of time entertaining ourselves. We played games, made up stories, did all the things that seem to be lacking even in my own generation. I can hardly remember Tv shows and toys from my childhood, just games and my brother.
Thank you again for the comment.
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oops sorry....
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you have captured memories very well in this write and it flows lovely, one thing i struggled with was that i had to strain to read it through your background choice,(the swirls interfired with the writting) that is all i would change from this poem, a lovely walk down memorie lane, well done and good luck in the contest x
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this is lovely, heartwarming, the past holds many things, and the good times should never be forgotten
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Nice details and sad ending. I enjoyed reading this.
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I liked this. It was kinda positive, until the end...
What happened? I liked the idea of reminiscing, the detail of all the things you used to do, right down to the chips in the coffee mugs- great little touch tehre...
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Thank you for the comment, the last stanza is a little depressing that's true but its the reason I wrote the poem, trying to remember the good memories.
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