Memory Bottle
Beloved, you mean so much to me,
I love you, yet you cannot see.
Rejection, the feeling so near;
My soul is torn by the things I hear.
So once again I hide my pain,
I ask for dark, I plead for rain.
Yet all these things you do no know.
You're not my friend, but you aren't my foe.
So, hurt, I see you from afar,
And store what I feel into a jar.
These things build up and plague my mind,
And to deal with it is hard, I find.
But now with love I hide away,
And in this bottle I might stay,
For after time you will not see
How soon I fade to memory.
Learn more about this author, Brady Frost.
Click here to send this author comments or questions.
Below are the top articles rated and ranked by Helium members on:
by Joyce Bueter
My Mama, my Daddy
My Mama, my Daddy, my brother and me
We traveled this country, a small family
Headed out from Missouri
Fat little naked baby
In a diaper eating peaches
The older little walking ones
Are grabbing grass and yelling "flower!"
The
by Brady Frost
Memory Bottle
Beloved, you mean so much to me,
I love you, yet you cannot see.
Rejection, the feeling so near;
My soul is torn
memories of days gone by
and the sun shining in the sky
butterflies and feather wings
lip gloss, clothes and sparkly things.
by Leigh Goessl
Their eyes met and she saw that first look
One undeniable hug was all it took
A bond grew quickly and feelings grew strong
View All Articles on:
Poetry: Precious memories
Add your voice
Know something about Poetry: Precious memories?
We want to hear your view.
Write now!
Featured Partner
Appleseed, a nonprofit network of 16 public interest justice centers in the United States and Mexico, uncovers and co...more
hide