13 Poems About Memories

1. Memories of Time
   Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
   
   Time, 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.




2. Cherished Memories
   Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
   
   Memories 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.




Poems About Grandchildren



3. Memories of Laughter
   Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
   
   Memories 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



4. Reminiscing Of Memories
   Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
   
   Aging 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!




Funny Poems About Aging



5. Pictures Captured In Time
   Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
   
   Life 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.




Funny Poems About Life



6. Memories of Life
   Poet: Greta Zwaan, © 1998
   
   In 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.
   
   Youth to him displayed no ending, limitless was zest and zeal;
   Vigorous were his daily conquests, work to him held great appeal.
   E'er the sun rose to full glory or the birds awoke in song,
   He had risen to his labours, yet the day seemed never long.
   
   There was much to be accomplished and so many mouths to feed,
   It took every waking moment to supply the family's need.
   Yet the hours brought forth much pleasure as he tilled the ground each fall,
   Ready for the early planting when once more he heard spring call.
   
   Oh, the freshness of the morning when the dew lay on the soil
   Brought to him tremendous pleasure, it was not considered toil.
   To be straining every muscle as the team ploughed through the sod
   Was a privilege he cherished, coming from the hand of God.
   
   Through the planting and the haying and the sheaves of harvest grain,
   Every year it was repeated, sometimes failure, sometimes gain.
   Yet he never lost his interest, all his life was in his farm;
   Nothing else had greater value, nothing else held forth more charm.
   
   Through the years his body weakened, bit by bit his strength had gone,
   And one day he could no longer rouse himself before the dawn.
   So, with saddened heart he parted from the field, the horse, the plough,
   And gave up his life of farming, far too strenuous for him now.
   
   He packed up all his belongings that he'd need to live in town,
   With the longings and desires that would never be put down.
   Being physically unable did not change his heart's desire;
   He had always been a farmer not a well-dressed country squire.
   
   He would rather be in blue jeans with the soil beneath his feet,
   Where he felt that life had meaning and his calling seemed complete.
   Than to sit beside the window daily dreaming of the past,
   Always wishing he was younger so his farming days might last.
   
   But he knows time holds no preference and that strength with years grows weak,
   Days of youth are not forever, yet the future is not bleak.
   God has granted many blessings others never could enjoy:
   To always be close to nature since he was a little boy.
   
   Near to see His great creation, there to watch Him wake the sun;
   Present as the birds were rousing, chirping music to each one.
   There to see the autumn glory being painted on each tree,
   Followed by the gleaming hoarfrost that the early risers see.
   
   Very few folks have this privilege, with so vast a memory store,
   Of a walk so close to nature for some sixty years or more.
   Memories are the greatest treasure when a life has been so sweet,
   And though time does not turn backward, memories' treasures are complete.




Grandparents Poems



7. Each Day That Passes
   Poet: Kate Summers, © 2020
   
   Each 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



8. Our Finest Hope
   Poet: George Eliot
   
   The 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.




Poems About Hope



9. Memories We've Sewn
   Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
   
   We 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.




Birthday Poems



10. Cherished Memories
    Poet: Lucy M. Lewis
    
    Treasured 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."




Memories Quotes



11. 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.
    
    And now with noiseless step sweet Memory comes
    And leads me gently through her twilight realms.
    What poet's tuneful lyre has ever sung
    Or delicatest pencil e'er portrayed
    The enchanted shadowy land where Memory dwells?
    
    It has its valleys, cheerless, lone, and drear,
    Dark-shaded by the mournful cypress-tree;
    And yet its sunlit mountain-tops are bathed
    In heaven's own blue. Upon its craggy cliffs,
    Robed in the dreamy light of distant years,
    
    Are clustered joys serene of other days.
    Upon its gentle sloping hillsides bend
    The weeping willows o'er the sacred dust
    Of dear departed ones; yet in that land,
    Where'er our footsteps fall upon the shore,
    
    They that were sleeping rise from out the dust
    Of death's long, silent years, and round us stand
    As erst they did before the prison tomb
    Received their clay within its voiceless halls.
    The heavens that bend above that land are hung
    
    With clouds of various hues: some dark and chill,
    Surcharged with sorrow, cast their somber shade
    Upon the sunny, joyous land below;
    Others are floating through the dreamy air,
    White as the falling snow, their margins tinged
    
    With gold and crimson hues; their shadows fall
    Upon the flowery meads and sunny slopes,
    Soft as the shadow of an angel's wing.
    When the rough battle of the day is done,
    And evening's peace falls gently on the heart,
    
    I bound away, across the noisy years,
    Unto the utmost verge of Memory's land,
    Where earth and sky in dreamy distance meet.
    And Memory dim with dark oblivion joins;
    Where woke the first remembered sounds that fell
    
    Upon the ear in childhood's early morn;
    And, wandering thence along the rolling years,
    I see the shadow of my former self
    Gliding from childhood up to man's estate.
    The path of youth winds down through many a vale,
    
    And on the brink of many a dread abyss,
    From out whose darkness comes no ray of light,
    Save that a phantom dances o'er the gulf
    And beckons toward the verge; again the path
    Leads o'er the summit where the sunbeams fall.
    
    And thus in light and shade, sunshine and gloom,
    Sorrow and joy this life-path leads along.




12. Old Year Memories
    Poet: Susan E. Gammons
    
    Let 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.
    
    Let us forget the little slights that pained us,
    The greater wrongs that rankle sometimes yet;
    The pride with which some lofty one disdained us,
    Let us forget.
    
    Let us forget our brother's fault and failing,
    The yielding to temptations that beset,
    That the perchance, though grief be unavailing,
    Can not forget.
    
    But blessings manifold, past all deserving;
    Kind words and thoughtful deeds, a countless throng;
    The faults o'ercome, the rectitude unswerving,
    Let us remember long.
    
    The sacrifice of love, the generous giving
    When friends were few, the handclasp warm and strong,
    The fragrance of each life of holy living,
    Let us remember long.
    
    Whatever things were good and true and gracious,
    Whatever of right has triumphed over wrong,
    What love of God or man has rendered precious,
    Let us remember long.
    
    So, pondering well the lessons it has taught us,
    We tenderly may bid the year good-by,
    Holding in memory the good it brought us,
    Letting the evil die.




New Year Poems



13. Oft In The Stilly Night
    Poet: Thomas Moore
    
    Oft 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.