Memories of Time
Poet: Catherine PulsiferTime, like a gentle stream, passes effortlessly
But life has left us with beautiful memories
Though time can be relentless and years go on by
We find ourselves surrounded by their sweet lullaby
The laughter heard and yearnings felt, the love we shared,
Keeps hope alive and remind us that memories are not rare.
Each day brings new beginnings to help us grow
And no matter what happens, these stories will always show
We’ll keep taking steps forward as our moments unfold
Giving us memories that are precious to behold.
Cherished Memories
Poet: Catherine PulsiferMemories are like stars in the night,
Every moment with grandkids bright,
Time fades away, so make it last,
For happy laughing memories of our past.
No time wasted on silly fights,
Grandkids are our pride and delight.
Treasure each moment full of glee,
Cherish memories as they grow so quickly.
Memories of Laughter
Poet: Catherine PulsiferMemories so sweet, we do not forget.
Filled with laughter, good times with no regrets.
Surrounded by the love of family and friends,
May moments and memories of laughter never end.
Life passes so quickly, in an ever twisting-direction,
Moments spent together are those that get our affection!
We'll cherish the memories for many years to come,
Laughter and smiles make our hearts hum.
Poems About Laughter
Reminiscing Of Memories
Poet: Catherine PulsiferAging is a funny thing, sneaking up on me
It's hard to notice until it's here-unbelievably!
Where has the time gone? Sighs escape my lips
Reminiscing on memories of younger days, those trips.
So many memories are stored in my heart and head
Memories of laughter, of silly tales we said.
I look back and smile, appreciating those sweet times
Well rooted in my soul, I'll never forget our prime.
As years pass by, more memories will come
To cherish and share - my favorite souvenirs with chums!
Pictures Captured In Time
Poet: Catherine PulsiferLife has a certain way of making us remember
The good and bad times, like pictures captured in time.
We try to forget things that have made us cry
And focus on good times, and times in our prime.
But moments remain vivid within our mind's eye
Glimpses of past days make us ponder why.
Laugh, be silly, don't waste your time with a sigh,
Memories are a reminder not to let life pass you by.
Memories of Life
Poet: Greta Zwaan, © 1998In a corner by the window with his memories' treasure store,
Sits a grandpa with a yearning to retrace life's steps once more.
For the years went by too quickly when his strength was at its prime,
And he didn't seem to value all his blessings at the time.
Read the complete poem, Memories of Life
Each Day That Passes
Poet: Kate Summers, © 2020Each day that passes by
A memory it does supply
What we do today
Determines if a memory will be okay.
Don't waste your days doing nothing
Enjoy the simplest of things
As when you look back you will see
You have a memory that fills you with glee.
You see yesterday is now a memory
That makes today seem secondary
But tomorrow can also bring
Memories of today that will make you sing.
So don't think, what you do this day
Is not important in every way
A memory for tomorrow it will bring
So go out and enjoy living.
A New Day Poem
Our Finest Hope
Poet: George EliotThe faith that life on earth is being shaped
To glorious ends; that order, justice, love.
Mean man's completeness, mean effect as sure
As roundness in the dewdrop, - that great faith
Is but the rushing and expanding stream
Of thought, of feeling, fed by all the past.
Our finest hope is finest memory.
Lessons from Yesterday
Poet: Catherine PulsiferThe past has taught me lessons true,
Through trials faced and heartache too.
Mistakes once made, but not in vain,
For every loss, I’ve found a gain.
The roads were rough, the climbs were steep,
Yet every tear was mine to keep.
Not as sorrow, not as pain,
But wisdom earned like summer rain.
I’ve learned that kindness lights the way,
That patience brings a brighter day.
That even storms will pass with grace,
And time can heal what we embrace.
So when I look at days gone by,
I do not weep, I do not sigh.
For every moment, good or bad,
Has shaped the life I’m meant to have.
Poems About Life
Memories We've Sewn
Poet: Catherine PulsiferWe all see each passing year,
Birthdays come and go, drawing us near.
They mark the moments, the memories we've sewn,
A quilt of experiences uniquely our own.
As we age, like fine wine, we grow in grace,
Cherishing the smiles etched on each face.
With every candle, a story to be told,
In the book of life, our memories unfold.
Grateful for the Past
Poet: Catherine PulsiferI look back on the days gone by,
With thankful heart and joyful sigh.
For every smile, for every tear,
Each moment shaped my journey here.
The simple joys, the love I knew,
The laughter shared, the friendships true.
The little things, now shining bright,
Were blessings hidden in plain sight.
A sunrise warm, a gentle breeze,
A whispered prayer on bended knees.
A helping hand, a kind embrace,
The little gifts time won’t erase.
So as I walk the path ahead,
I hold past blessings where they’ve led.
For gratitude will light the way,
And guide my steps from day to day.
Be Thankful Poems
Cherished Memories
Poet: Lucy M. LewisTreasured deep in memory's casket,
Is a gem that glitters bright,
And it shines with twofold splendor
As I sit alone tonight
Musing in the gathering twilight
While the shadows come and go:
I am thinking of my mother
And the happy long ago.
Oh, how well do I remember
When a happy child so free,
Knowing naught of care or sorrow;
Home was all the world to me.
Were I sick or tired and weary,
Quickly I to mother came;
For her gentle, fond caresses
Were a balm for every pain.
Day by day with patience toiling,
Busy at the spinning-wheel,
Stopping not for rest, though weary,
Life to her had grown so real;
When she felt her burdens heavy
And the nearer waters roll,
I could hear her sweetly singing
"Jesus lover of my soul."
This was long ago, dear mother,
And your child is growing old;
Time has left its lines of care
On the brow once crowned with gold;
Yes, old Time is bearing onward
Down the stream my little bark;
Still the sweet words of the poet
Find an echo in my heart:
"Backward, turn backward, O Time in your flight;
Make me a child again, just for tonight."
Making Memories Quotes
Memory
Poet: James Abram Garfield'Tis beauteous night; the stars look brightly down
Upon the earth, decked in her robe of snow.
No light gleams at the windows, save my own,
Which gives its cheer to midnight and to me.
Read the complete poem, Memory
Memories of a Friend
Poet: Catherine PulsiferThrough childhood days so wild and free,
You stood right there, a friend to me.
From scraped-up knees to whispered dreams,
We built a bond as strong as beams.
We laughed so hard we couldn't stand,
Side by side, hand in hand.
The world was big, but we were bold,
With stories now worth more than gold.
Seasons changed and time moved fast,
Yet friendship held—it still will last.
Though miles apart, or paths have bent,
The love we shared was heaven-sent.
For friendships true, like yours and mine,
Are never lost—they only shine.
A treasure deep, a light so bright,
A memory held in golden light.
Friendship Poems
Old Year Memories
Poet: Susan E. GammonsLet us forget the things that vexed and tried us,
The worrying things that caused our souls to fret;
The hopes that, cherished long, were still denied us,
Let us forget.
Read the complete poem, Old Year Memories
A Love Remembered
Poet: Catherine PulsiferI still recall those days so bright,
When love first bloomed in morning light.
With whispered words and hearts so true,
The world felt fresh, each day was new.
We danced beneath the summer sky,
No need to question, wonder why.
The laughter flowed, the moments stayed,
A love so pure, it never swayed.
But time moves on, as seasons do,
And life can change the path for two.
Yet in my heart, you still remain,
A cherished joy, a sweet refrain.
For love that’s real will never fade,
Its warmth still lingers, gently laid.
A memory held, so deep, so true,
Forever bound in shades of you.
Oft In The Stilly Night
Poet: Thomas MooreOft in the stilly night,
Ere Slumber's chain has bound me,
Fond Memory brings me light
Of other days around me:
The smiles, the tears
Of boyhood's years;
The words of love then spoken;
The eyes that shone,
Now dimmed and gone;
The cheerful hearts now broken.
Thus, in the stilly night,
Ere Slumber's chain has bound me,
Sad Memory brings the light
Of other days around me.
When I remember all
The friends, so linked together,
I've seen around me fall,
Like leaves in wintry weather,
I feel like one
Who treads alone
Some banquet hall deserted,
Whose lights are fled,
Whose garlands dead,
And all but he departed.
Thus, in the stilly night,
Ere Slumber's chain has bound me,
Sad Memory brings the light
Of other days around me.
