Forget Me Not Poems

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Forget Me Not Poems

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Will these wings,
Take me far?
Will these dreams,
Light up the dark?

Aren't you afraid you'd forget them?
Live life as if you were condemned.
So will you lend me,
A piece of your memory?

I need you.
So please don't forget me,
Cause you're the only memory I have
Mikaela DLC

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Forget Me Not Poems

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Forget-me-not

Two weeks to seventeen
In her evening gown, the girl dresses
the girl looks at her stunning self
No, not in the mirror
the girl sees herself in the coffin Lifeless.
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The girl beholds her mother weeps
and blank stares come from her father but
what else more can be done?
Out of her body, yes she is
To contact the living,
No, she can’t

The girl sees her lover comes
with seventeen red roses, pretty, she thinks
kisses her forehead, as he used to do
"I love you forever," the boy whispers
and inside the coffin the roses be

The pastor comes and done is done
The only child, yes, the girl is
and through the cries, weeps, tears and moans
The girl murmurs, "forget-me-not"

Then Death comes and asks her hand
"No, " she says, "I’m not done yet
Death nods but says no words
"forget-me-not, I want them to do" and Death is gone, is found no more

Two weeks to seventeen the girl still is
Now to the graveyard, her lover goes
seventeen yellow roses, sweet, thinks the girl
"It’s your seventeenth birthday, so happy birthday"
He kisses the tombstone, and a tear falls down
"forget-me-not" the girl wants to say

It’s spring, then summer, autumn and winter
Yet two weeks to seventeen, is all the girl can be
First year of remembrance, now it is
and at her grave, there they stand
her loving parents with their new-born baby
"forget-me-not" the girl wishes

Forget Me Not Poems

Three years past, oh how time runs
but two weeks to seventeen the girl will still be
The little angel grows up – oh lovely, she is
lullabies and good-night kisses now hum in the air
no more seeing photo albums and videos,
No, it was all gone
"forget-me-not" the girl will cry

The boy is broken, crushed, but then moves on
chats with other girls, opens heart once more
the picture of the girl in his wallet, now it’s gone
It’s been five years, but what’s the point?
"I love you forever," the boy has said
but forever is over, the girl will say

Two weeks to seventeen, the girl cries
she watches her 12 years old sister, ah, teenagers
To the graveyard, her family goes
"You have a big sister," her parents then say
but the sister says, no, none sister of hers
"forget-me-not…" the girl weeps

The man wears his white tuxedo, handsome as ever
tying the knot, making promises
"Objection! " the girl cries out
but as he kisses his bride and takes her hand
the girl stares blankly – he used to kiss me
"forget-me-not" forgotten all the way

Back to her graveyard, the girl goes
"forget-me-not, please don’t forget me"
"forget-me-not, please, remember me"
"forget-me-not, please, forget-me-not…"

Forget Me Not Poems

In her remembrance and two weeks after, the girl is still
there and two weeks to seventeen, the girl still is
A man comes, seventeen red roses in hand
"It’s your birthday, so happy birthday"
and with that he kisses the tombstone, lovely as ever
then the girl knows he is doing "forget-me-not"

A couple comes and cleans her grave
and with their 16-years-old daughter, there they stand
"We love you forever, forever isn’t over"
as her family cries but forces a smile she knows that
"forget-me-not" they do not forget

Now Death comes and asks her hand
The girl smiles and her hand she gives
"No more forget-me-nots, I am letting go
For they remember me, but life must goes on"
Two weeks to seventeen, ah, the girl still is
In companion of Death, she now will be
Marcella Purnama

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Forget Me Not Poems

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I want you to know one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

Forget Me Not Poems

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.
Pablo Neruda

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Let Me Not Forget To Pray

Let me not forget to pray
for my sisters and brothers
so they can be forgiven of their sins
I want to see them in heaven when their time on earth ends

Let me not forget to pray
for my enemies
so they may not fall into the sea of despair
If my father which art in heaven can forgive me of my
transgressions I can forgive them of theirs

Let me not forget to pray
for all whom I may never know
I want to enjoy their laughter in heaven too
and not hear their cries below.

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Forget Me Not Poems

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The Forget Me Not

There is a sweet, a lovely flower,
Tinged deep with faith’s unchanging hue,
Pure as the ether in its hour
Of loveliest and serenest blue.

The streamlet’s gentle side it seeks,
The silent fount, the shaded grot;
And sweetly to the heart it speaks
Forget-me-not, forget-me-not.

See the flowers, how they grow;
Hear the winds that gently blow.
Bird and insect, flower and tree,
Know they must not idle be;

Each has something it must do
Little children, so must you.
Oh, this sweet and lovely flower
Forget-me-not, forget-me-not.

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Forget Me Not Poem

Our little ones whisper,"Forget me not",
As their specialness wraps around our heart.
Their short little lives hold meaning and love.
Their spirits have touched us-each and everyone.
They have left their gifts for us to uncover,
If we open our eyes,our hearts and our lives.
The road to discovery is hilly and dark.
Will we long harbor the pain or set our wings for the light?
Our lives have been changed,our paths filled with sorrow.
Yet their memories embrace us and our love lasts forever.
If we open our hearts,their gifts shall unfold,as we
forget them not.
Sherokee Ilse

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