Ago Poems - Poems about Ago

They treated me for bipolar disorder. I wanted you to know. Although we still think it was the Adipex-p and weed mimicking a disease— because it hasn’t happened since. Hard to believe it’s been more than twenty years— that fourth of July, when I read your mind at the Washington Mall, and ran off to watch fireworks alone in the grass. It was...

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I remember, I remember the pain, I remember the fear. The loss, the anger, the hurt. Friendships I thought might last forever, Torn apart too soon. People I loved now lost to me. Years ago, I wrote a letter, An old song from the depths of my heart. In this letter, I recall The crushing, clenching pain. I thought it was gone, old and fixed, Oh...

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80 years ago I was a toddler when the British bombers tried to find the airport, they didn't but dropped bombed on the town of Stavanger instead I was sent to a farm that happened to be next door to a German camp near where the Russian  prisoner lived The German soldier let me sit on their gigantic and feed scraps to the...

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~ While strolling by the lavender her smile kept its place, as lovely as a butterfly afloat upon her face She skipped as to a melody that played about her mind, in harmony with springtime days she always seemed to find With hair a flow of summer breeze, spun gold and woven vine, like Chardonnay from Maconnais, a tasteful choice in wine Beyond the field, neath skies...

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It's only 2:00 am. I even waited to take the drugs till midnight, so I wouldn't have to fight an extra 2 hours through the night Not that it makes much of a difference. In 4.5 hours my alarm will go off (not that I really need one) and I'll continue to just survive each torturous moment. The only difference is the daytime doesn't have the...

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These next _ minutes are going to be hard... I open my eyes Not sure what time it is, but I bet I can guess. The drugs never work for more than 2 hours, and the distress from the pressure in my head and throat has been suppressing more than 2 hours of sleep a night for months now - even with the drugs. They have...

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A hundred years ago, just a hundred years, people like us walked this earth, with the same heartbeats, they felt the same sunlight, breathed the same air, with their worries, their small joys and pains, they fell in love and lost love in the same way, they cried over things that might make us laugh today, and laughed at things we...

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2,000 years ago a Sage I know wrote this about ‘change:’ Try out something new you’ll start a war with those who prefer things ...

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You probably feel like the world is against you. This letter is for that young woman from fifty years ago. She was eighteen years old; that was me. I experienced those feelings back then, and as I look back through a reverse mirror of time, I realize that while the societal context may have changed,...

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I told you long ago that this land called "Romania" has exhausted its sources of blood and dreams. For 35 years, we've been walking the thin line of memories, on the debts left by those shaped under Ceau?escu, but they are slowly retreating to the quiet pensions and to the Cold Park of fleeting shadows. Those who follow...

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I told you long ago that this land called "Romania" has exhausted its sources of blood and dreams. For 35 years, we've been walking the thin line of memories, on the debts left by those shaped under Ceau?escu, but they are slowly retreating to the quiet pensions and to the Cold Park of fleeting shadows. Those who follow...

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Once upon a time, in the early years before I walked and talked, a cell phone at my ears… before Instagram or Pinterest or Facebook strived to overtake my very mind, sometimes, I felt like my heart had been forsook leaving me troubled, on the edge of life’s shadows forgiven by God, even though I’d often mistook darkness for light, wrong for...

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"Except the Lord build the house, they labour in vain that build it." Psalm 127:1 of the King James Bible Behold me… marked with awesome affectionate hues exuding family love radiating bliss of eternal security bonding triumphantly prevailing midst smiles. Recollect with me… while exposing joy of home along grateful heart of glowing faces praise-filled, beaming with grace bestowed by the Lord! Be...

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Fifty years ago we met And haven’t killed each other yet. The only thing that I regret Is that our time is waning. We’ve raised our kids and had careers And sat with friends for meals and beers And traveled far and wide for years, With minimal complaining. He has his hobbies; I have mine And sometimes they may intertwine And grandkids add a special...

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three summers ago you appeared out of the mist showed me love in gray yet failed to shower color pink three summers ago you told me, “I love you” but deserted me in the end like I was your another bait three summers ago you expressed your affections i never knew the feeling now left me behind to feel those feelings three summers ago you caged me like...

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