Never Forgotten Poems Novels & Stories

” He greeted warmly. “I’m fine…. mind sharing what’s on your mind?” I asked. “It’s nothing. Forget about it . You know I’m trying very hard to forget about my past life “He said sadly and I felt a connection with his feelings. He was dealing with one lost love but I had to deal with two of them. At least, I managed to forget him fast because he was never worth my time, but Adrian was someone that I’ll never forget no matter what. He was branded in my mind and whatever I did, he was still there, stubbornly refusing to go away.

“Oh I shall live your epitaph to make, Or you survive when I in earth am rotten, From hence your memory death cannot take, Although in me each part would be forgotten. Your name from hence immortal shall have, Though I, once gone, to all the world must die: The earth can yield me but a common grave, When you entombed in men’s eyes shall lie. Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o’er-read; And tongues to be your being shall rehearse, When all the breathers of this world are dead.

All I needed to do was grab a taxi to the hotel. My legs failed before I got to the street. The concrete bit into my jeans, making my knees sting. My heart felt like it was breaking into a million pieces. He didn’t hate me. He didn’t choose his dream or his old life over me. He didn’t think they were better. He didn’t decide he could do better. I couldn’t hate him over this. I couldn’t fucking hate him. I couldn’t forget it. I couldn’t move on. Because he didn’t remember. He never remembered me. Our time. All of it. The whirlwind, the promises, the adoration, the love. I was the only one who held it. The half of a heart and soul that was left of me screamed in pain. It was as though it all n

His voice was softer when he began, tracing each syllable with the care of someone building a bridge. “‘If I should die, think only of me,’” he said, pausing after each word to taste it. “‘That there’s some corner of a foreign field that is forever…’” “England,” I finished quietly, the old line finding its way back to me. “It’s a poem about memory. About belonging somewhere, even when you’re gone.” Liam looked at me with that sudden seriousness that children sometimes have, the kind that seems borrowed from another lifetime. “Would people remember me too?”

As you look upon a flower and admire its simplicity - remember me. Remember me in your heart, your thoughts, your memories of the times we loved, the times we cried, the times we fought, the times we laughed. For if you always think of me, I will never be gone. Margaret Mead “Let us never forget those who gave all to Skatom Mochain,” I said and lowered my glass to drink. I can say one thing for sure, this stuff wasn’t for the weak, it burned a bit going down.

~Part two~ "Years of love have been forgot, in the hatred of a minute."~Edgar Allen Poe "He's immortal..." The words repeat over and over in my head. A daze of question's flooding my mind not giving me time to process any of them. A blinding amount of fury and confusion comes over me. I knew Levi would not answer my questions. He would be too stubborn.

“Memories of a loved ones remain in our heart even if they were no longer with us. They will never be forgotten by our hearts although our minds can forget. The good things they had done will stay forever and will never leave someone's heart.” Dizen instead of crying, he decided to laugh. “You know what Celo, when you die I will not forget you especially the things you taught me.” “Same here. I mean will we forget each other when you and I are on each other's side as we both witnessed this cruel world together.” Celo, his friend, remained serious about things he was saying. “I'll never forget the day that I met you. Hey do you still remember how we met?” Dizen formed a new topic to talk abou

"Death is before me today: like the recovery of a sick man, like going forth into a garden after sickness. Death is before me today: like the odour of myrrh, like sitting under a sail in a good wind. Death is before me today: like the course of a stream; like the return of a man from the war-galley to his house. Death is before me today: like the home that a man longs to see, after years spent as a captive."

The place was so silent that her footsteps could be heard. Sad memories of how she, Mama Samantha, and Gio used to go to church every Sunday flood back. The happiness, the joy of having a family, the peace of being extremely poor but happy was all she remembered. Warm tears flowed down her left eye to the corner of her lips. "Nothing lasts forever" She remembered Mama Samantha's last words. Truly nothing lasts forever on this earth, but even pain. Weeks ago, Alita was at the edge of breaking and begging her late parents and Mama Samantha to guard her soul to an eternal end. The kind of end where she would feel no more pains, the kind of end she would 'Remember to forget' what pain feels like

Chapter 7: Encounter. Lisa_ The teacher was a middle aged woman with a slight limp and crooked glasses, she reminded me of miss tall the next door lady from our last apartment, everyone refered to her that way because of her unusual height, no one knew her real name. Miss tall was single lady, she never got lucky with any relationship so she decided to live a carefree life catering for the orphan on the street. she was the one who told me everything I know about my father, apperently she was a friend of his and my mother met him when he came to visit miss tall but she never mentioned if he was dead or not.