Haiku Poems About Memory | Memory Haiku Poems

Haiku poems about Memory and Memory haiku poems. Read and enjoy these haikus! See also Memory Quotes.

butterflies flying 
I see them, beautiful 
want to go with them 


rainbow colored skies 
smell of lavender in air
banana pudding on tongue


pearls of gold sunlight 
sapphire blue dripping 
golden leaves falling


trees are standing tall 
birds singing sweet music 
songs of memory filled past 

look where I am 
in the memory of a massacre 
human against human

 Quietly filling
 deep cups of the red blossoms.
 The morning sunrise.

 The rock bowl is full.
 Filled by the rain for the birds
 and for my quiet mind.

 Dried stalks of rhubarb
 turn brittle in the summer.
 Born again next year.

 The sparrows come back
 to say thank you for their home
 I lovingly made.

 My red dogs eyes gleam.
 Before eating, her eyes ask
 is it OK Dad?


 HAIKU; MEMORIES AND OBSERVATIONS and EXERCISES


 Archery
 The strong bowstring sings.
 My arrow will find its home
 I turn to sip tea.

 First Love
 How reluctantly
 the shy, young man moves forward
 toward the full, red lips.

 First

 In the maiden’s bed
 He found his heaven and hell.
 Such was his first love.


 Alone

 Small favor to ask.
 Please spread my ashes on the sea.
 No wife, no roommate.


 Who is Buddah

 She poured my green tea
 Until the cup ran over.
 Now, I know Buddah.



 Memory

 Cousin Roni was loud.
 Married a Samoan man.
 They both ate roast pig.



 Memory 

 My old friend, Bucky.
 Carried a gun in his boot.
 Afraid of himself.



 Old Friend

 Alvin slapped his first wife
 and then he married a man.
 I don’t know him now.


 Exercise I


 Diagonally
 he crosses the wide, busy street,
 to catch up with love.


 Exercise II

 Vociferously,
 she announces her mistrust.
 Not Republican.


 Exercise III

 She knew the problem.
 Incompatibility.
 He had to learn it.


 All his writing was
 autobiographical.
 He was egocentric.


 SEASONS

 The autumn raging
 I am blinded by red leaves.
 Too many to count.


 Surf crashes fiercely.
 Shadows lessen, skies turn gray.
 Winter storm moves near us.

 This Spring, my house burned.
 I now have a better view
 of the blue mountains.

 Fresh ink on blue lines
 the words come like hungry bees
 to form my Haiku.


 Synch

 SummerI feel strong.
 Equal to birds in the tree,
 and pebbles near feet.

 cherry blossoms drift

upon the wooden casket

life after life



In memory of our dear souper friend Lucilla Carillo,and my husband's cousin
David Chircop who finished this journey ,to start a better one.
May your fragrance of love bloom  in the highest of skies as it did on earth.


'Pls remember them,and their loved ones in prayer'.

he tends his wife’s grave
and hears the wedding march - -
smiles and tears

For Andrea’s The Twilight of Memory contest

Scores of suffering
stalwart soldiers stand steadfast
in scarlet-soaked soil

-----------------

(C) John C Michaels, 2014

Submitted on the centenary of The Great War (4th August 2014), in memory of the sacrifice 
of those who are no longer with us and to whom we owe so much.

Nine dogs in my life
Nine angels looking for love
Gently love giving.

Most dogs in my life
By passing time were stolen
Still angels of love

In memory of Bunny, Skippy, Thor, Bush, Arnold, Thomas, Berny 
and dedicated to Nicolas and Wendy

are you feeling down?
strolling down memory lane
may bring happiness

Snow and The Pine Tree

Snowy white pine tree
beneath the palest blue sky
firmly stands waiting

for the sun to shine
as he softly kiss the snow
before letting go

time to part has come
thawing has arrived for the snow
but her touch lingers

her memory lives
in the heart of the pine tree
winter world of love

sweet and gentle snow
slowly melts under the sun
her fingers slipping

its time for the spring
to dance with the pine tree
till she comes again

I had a good dream
I wanted to remember
Could not remember

Good dream so I thought
Took an internet dream course
Now remembering

My memory came
Somethings are best left alone
Scared me to death

a black crow swoops low

the brisk autumn morn deceives--

a yellow leaf floats...



___________________________



A great memory ( so vivid ) A clear crisp Fall morning
as I peered from my window ~ one old crow darted from his
high perch ~ A morning treat, a mealOnly to quickly
call off the hunt with a haphazard reckless turn to the west ~
one single falling leaf, quite deceitful........

To: P.D.

The memory I’ve 
Created is my Grandpa
Tossing me up

From a hospice bed
To a special dinner date
And a wet Red Rose 

I hold in my heart 
The memory of that night
My Rose bush still blooms

In my night garden
My Rose bush exudes that night 
My heart is embraced

A gentle rain falls
Creating weepy puddles 
Reflective mirrors


© Brenda V Northeast 6th Feb2012

Walking Through A Field Of Light


then me and you see it the same way...i care not what happen to this body for the soul will still walk this earth watching over those it shown it love for

And yet the spirit of forgotten pain protects me, not wanting me to travel into the darkness that consumes the soul, for without this body, how can i protect those i love?

i watch and guide them for the body was lost but i shall lead them with a kind head and open armi protect their soul so they may keep watching there life grow into something beautiful.the darkness shall flee at the sight of the almighty light that watches my deed and my small soul

but for my last act shall be to vanquish the darkness that threatens life itselfbut all things come to an endwhat of the times, not yet past, but already forgotten, when i will no longer be there.....

when my fight is done i have no need for this unsettling place and with ever harming word will i walk into that everlasting light if i to be forgotten then that is fine for i have done them good and have made there life into something more then mine was.To be forgotten is fine for i shall not want a legacy

to have forged a life worth remembrance is fine, bu to make someones else worth remembering is all the better, for it means that they shall have a life worthy of my sacrifice, a life worth the pain once experienced, but never remembered, for i am now content.

after this body is lost i wish to be forgotten.to pay myself a gift is what is called.i will be content on not having left something a memory to be mourned for i with's no pain on those who have still they hearts where as i have walked this earth unknowing i died some time ago.let me be free for i am like a animal needing space time and needing that way of life.

then be free from the pain of the remembrance, and transcend to tomorrow, for that is where the future liesi shall always remember you, but i shall not mourn, for we shall meet again

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                                      leaflet's silent weep
                                                   tears of knowing are dropping
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flowers on Mom's grave
like a soft, sweet northbound kiss
Her Memory Etched....

time flies very fast
like falling star in the heights
but your memory lasts

My memory tells
about your happy school days
as seen in your smile

I heard recently
you bought a dress for your mom
with your own money

I saw you lately
at the center of the crowd
beside the right lane

An old man asked
"He is your student, isn't he?"
I could not answer

You went to Sog-ong
last night in a barayle*
it was fiesta** there

Our eyes were not there
to see the knife reach your lungs
and mar your future

Your friends could not serve
as a thick metallic shield
to face the sharp blade

All that they could do
was to carry your body
home by the hammock

Goodbye, my student
whose life was taken swiftly
like a lost bubble

* Barayle is a local term for "night party"
** Fiesta is a tradition in the Philippines where people celebrate a feast in honor of a saint

My family





cultivated, groomed
as I cherish ways of life
my roots, family.

imprinted on mind
moments of togetherness
lived in ecstasy.

some of the sorrows
unsaid, embed deep in heart,
unfolded in time..

some bitter conflicts 
walking down memory lane
slowly skip aside..

through all thick and thin
counting on those silent tears
family stands by..




Written May 4th, 2016
For contest by marvin celestial 

Time never seen stops
Not for anyone;
Fond memory remembers you

~~~~~~~~~


Memory hurls
Familiar images;
Recalls the old days

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Sweet baby sleeps
Fond happy dreams;
Such a miracle

~~~~~~~~~


Looking back
Yesterday brought tears;
A sad awakening

~~~~~~~~~


Your voice echoes
In the stray wind;
In your place, tembusu tree

~~~~~~~~~


Just last year
The inevitable;
Today we reminisce

~~~~~~~~


Swiftly time run away
Endings abruptly sad;
Resolve honours bold vision 

~~~~~~~~~


By Duxton walkway
Images of your life;
Lessons of history

~~~~~~~~~


Stern to the last
Pictures of flashback;
Is it one year on?

~~~~~~~~~


Familiar surroundings
Old precinct with new glow;
Once there was you

~~~~~~~~~


Once a mortal walk
Upon these island shores;
One to call our own

~~~~~~~~~



Stern and austere
Your posture complex;
No time for foolish things

~~~~~~~~~




Leon Enriquez
22 March 2016
Singapore

#haiku I imprint my heart a fingerprint of my soul the clay of your eyes #poem 



#haiku The delicate sound a star makes when it twinkles galaxy's whisper #poem 



#haiku I hear clear voices resonating to my ears my heart's fantasy #poem 



#haiku The shades of night fell as curtains of the opera Ending the act: day #poem 



#haiku Delicate detail overlaying skeleton disguising structure #poem 



#haiku Railroads of my thoughts Locomotion of pulses One to another 



#haiku Speakled mist in air slowmotion movement between scene to scene of town 



#haiku Nautical daydreams her dress fluttering like sails anchored to my heart 



#haiku Orange glow on ceiling fades a dark eternity these curious shades 



#haiku Yesterday's winter a memory frozen for tomorrows summer 



#haiku My heart is a time-machine broken: out of order doomed to the present 



If I was a fly, I would fly as high as I could, then just fall to the ground sniff 



asphalt glistens new sparkling in the lamp-light clean glaze of clear ice #haiku #weblit 



Let me tattoo her heart and name onto my soul to take on death's wings#haiku #weblit 



Don't devour my words try to reassemble my eyes just listen to what's there #haiku 
#poem 



Adolescence leaves individuality a thing of the past #haiku #poem #poetry #weblit 



Water containing starlight sprinkles from heaven colors of cosmos #haiku #writing 
#writer #art 



If I could delete All of the sins from my heart What knowledge would go #haiku #poetry 
#weblit #lit 



A shot through the dark a single shooting star leaves memories of then #haiku #poetry 
#weblit #lit #literature #poems #poem #writing

The Memory of you,
was like the unheard echo,
in the depths of the sea.

Embers of past love
Soaked in pale memory dust
Where love equals lust

Cicadas celebrate 
Wet Monday evening;
Frogs for company

~~~~~~~~~


Sun falls down
Evening supplication;
Sleepy earthlings rest

~~~~~~~~~


Moody intersection
Traffic congestion;
Decorative city lights

~~~~~~~~~


Speak in silence
Night owl hoots;
Silent night

~~~~~~~~~


Notice the stillness
Greeting with calm;
Voice beyond voice

~~~~~~~~~


Walking by old house
Collective memory tints;
Melancholic shades

~~~~~~~~~


Once again dawn hurls
Birdsong melody;
Bay window serenade

~~~~~~~~~


Gifts and presents
Magnificent food spread;
Come Lord Jesus

~~~~~~~~~


Sea of faces
Hungry expectations;
Festive moods 

~~~~~~~~~


Balcony view
City lights glimmer;
Night sweeps away

~~~~~~~~~


Once again dusk
Ushers restive sighs;
Wine and good music

~~~~~~~~~


Misty rain dance
Children exploring wetness;
Laughter echoes

~~~~~~~~~





Leon Enriquez
16 December 2014
Singapore

ginko's spring green leaves
being whipped by brutal wind..
tenaciously cling

ginko's medicine
very pure all natural..
sip bitter tea

ginko's extract fine
for memory decline...
side effects mean

sexual problems
ginko leaves help relieve..
lifted up once more


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winter's rain freezes
ice coats tall southern pine trees...
pow trees snap like twigs

A memory from the winter of 1963/64
I was due with our first child..There was
rain then snow then ice..It melted 
enough just in time for me to get 
to the hospital..

Your memory comes
and floats on moonlit water
to swim yet again.

Tea kettle whistles;
As the life evaporates,
The brew soothes the soul.

In Loving Memory of Granny Pearl's Heavenly Homecoming

A brief encounter,
the memory lingers still-
A fragrant flower.

Beauty smiles
Truth keeps watch;
Joy murmurs

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Jacuzzi trip
Clear water massage;
Aqueous healing

~~~~~~~~~


Midtown moments
Sunny side up;
Poignant flavours

~~~~~~~~~


Walkway charades
Morning fiesta;
Umbrella cacophony

~~~~~~~~~


Old Mister Lee
Two years gone;
Tembusu memoir

~~~~~~~~~


Such silly antics
Blindside politics;
Monkey business

~~~~~~~~~


Glimpses of home
Michelin Star meals;
Vivid prosperity

~~~~~~~~~


Dark skyline 
Thunder and lightning;
Rainy dawn hurls

~~~~~~~~~


Morning outline
Lake shore rainbow;
Sun and rain

~~~~~~~~~


Cat nap
Purrs dreams;
Feline fancy

~~~~~~~~~


Brown squirrel
Zigzag curiosity;
Fruity forage

~~~~~~~~~


Street vendor
Latest news print;
Too many unsold

~~~~~~~~~


Car pool moments
Grab or Uber taxi;
Disrupted trips

~~~~~~~~~


Cash speaks
Goods listen;
Magic barters

~~~~~~~~~


Word budget espresso
Not much unsaid;
Meaning percolates

~~~~~~~~~


Morning cuppa
Double-shot sling;
Caffeine fix pump

~~~~~~~~~


Raining again
April pregnant wet;
Sun on holiday

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By the wayside
Fallen nest;
Broken bird's eggs

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Anniversary here
Candles attest;
Fond memory awakes

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Leon Enriquez
03 April 2017
Singapore

On bird’s wings spring flies
In silent waves air splits
On your eye-lids memory ripples.

Horse Haiku for Hummingbird

Saw her here and there;
Then was seen everywhere;
Horse had been my mare.

To me pure delight;
Loved her with all of my might;
Thrilled to her each sight.

Want her nice and near;
My horse is no longer here;
To me was so dear.

Still see her mane shine;
Now is memory of mine,
Under restless pine.

Jim Horn

Understand that a friend
has lost her horse.

Sonnet on sheet damp with tears.
Set ablaze in memory of mother.
Wind claims ashes.

Typing without sight
Where are my reading glasses?
Poems in high clouds

Blurry letters laugh
My muses rebel and type
Sorting ideas

Create and caught dreams
Blaze through memory mindful
Blinking eyes sigh souls 

Fast fingers flaunt flash
Hope for constant computer
Printing piece madly

Finally find them!
Discover they are broken mess
Reach in my pocket

Dollars gone to them
Again…the dance of seeing
While thoughts peruse…

December 30th 2018


 

When i got sunkissed,

Revived your memory i missed

It lighted me with bliss

Cleared your face which i miss..

MDH

Of the past, a memory evoked by Tom Cunningham, who invoked me to post it by virtue of his comment I quote below...

Quote, "Indeed a true Japan haiku must follow those rules to say yes it is a haiku, but like most things people move away and bend the rules and reshape it, one thing I've noticed is many do not follow the ( in the moment) theme where its like a photograph of an image but in word formTom", unquote.

it's like summertime
a hot day in December...
a freezing night kills

backroads
of a summer roadtrip
a memory map



posted on July 18, 2018

Time for change, trickle stream.
I smile dark days, memory past.
New dawn until change.

well now, it seems like...
yesterday...over again...
the poem is missing...

not just its meaning...
but...its very existence...
flash pan poetry...

there one minute and...
got email confirming it...
felt like...twilight zone...

so what is real proof...
that the poem existed...
people did read it...

should meaning matter...
metaphor is poetry...
memory of mind...

all are different...
especially perspectives...
no two are the same...

existence...what clues...
without memory there's none...
there and gone...one hour...

i must write a book...
publish it...not publish...s h i t...
hey man...i've seen...t h i s...

internet destroy...
copyright evidence...now..
write...science fiction...

sand

Teardrops coming down,
The ground parting in two,
Sunshine burning bright


~Dedicated to the memory of Oliver "Tuku" Mtukudzi

hey said i to you was a memory past

greece was a memory past

no recognition