Pretty Perfect Memories

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Pretty Perfect Memories

Pretty perfect memories

 A trend now forgotten.

Possibilities persuaded

By a few moments stolen.

 

Beauty bathed in intrigue

A time now misplaced.

Borrowed beacons

Carried to another place.

 

Miracles misted vaguely

With divine gifted hands .

Manufactured memoirs

Stored throughout times sand.

 

Hearts herald a past

With arms held open.

Humbly healing

On a fresh course chosen.

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kdarcy commented on Pretty Perfect Memories

11-21-2010

Saved to my favs, an excellent write, loved all the lines. I read just the last line in each stanza by themselves when I completed the whole read ... awesome, well done k

jamie7121f

11/30/2010

Thank You! I really enjoyed writing this one. I think it's one of my favs to. Glad you enjoyed it :)

RPT40 commented on Pretty Perfect Memories

10-22-2010

I love the way this reads aloud. This is one of my favorites of yours. Nice write.

jamie7121f

10/22/2010

Thank you:) It was a fun one. I enjoyed writing it.

arronpalmer commented on Pretty Perfect Memories

10-18-2010

As Olan comments, the structure present in this poem is sublime. From alliteration per stanza, to two-alliterated-word third lines per stanza, to assonance. oh, and the actual content ain't too shabby either! Great piece, nice to see someone doing something a little different. Keep it up!

jamie7121f

10/18/2010

Thank You : )

Olan01 commented on Pretty Perfect Memories

10-17-2010

I like this alliteration poem with different consonants used for each stanza. This shows that you have a creative mind wanting to expand her poetry skills. Good job. Olan

jamie7121f

10/17/2010

Thank you :) This came to me while waiting for a bus to pick up some children. I actually had to rush home and write it down. lol

kkirkwood commented on Pretty Perfect Memories

10-14-2010

Memories of my true friend always amaze me when I realized how blessed I am to have them always a part of my life.

When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

jamie7121f’s Poems (20)

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Title Comments
Life's Path 2
Goodbye 4
Closing Doors 1
Merry Christmas M's 4
The Dream 7
Stars 9
Twlight 9
At The End 6
Pretty Perfect Memories 5
Swan Lake 8
Where to Begin 14
These Eyes 10
Rain Drops 13
Camp Fire 6
It's That Time 5
You Gave Me 4
Letter to My Bank 1
Mourning 6
A Broken Past 3
A Friendship Lost 6