Best Dwell In The Past Poems
Believe in yourself
don’t dwell in the past
Until things become clear
Sail your ship
let the stars be your guide
Blue moon
Broken lantern
Bottle emptied
Black sea boots
Burn the bridges
Break the waves
- before they splash against the limestone
Behave yourself
Bubbly buddy
Be brave
Breathe
Blissful Billy
Blessing
A lighthouse’s light through the mist
the protector on the ocean,
wings and man
A fleeting remark ...
face the challenges as they come
- eclipse never comes alone
"All we have to decide is what to do with the time
that is given to us " Quote- by Gandolf
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time- the process of my existence
past to present, I am lost in memories
time passes non-stop, endless and eternally
is time an illusion ?
an hour of minutes
a day of hours, a year of days
sometimes, I dwell in the past for hours
and think with fear for my future
struggling to stay in the present
is time an illusion ?
for I can step into the past so easily
time to do this, time to do that
I want to let go of time ...
it is like a chain around my neck
if I want to be free do I even need time
can I just exist with no ticking clock
is time an illusion ?
I am getting older I can see that myself
years are rushing past me, stop, stop, stop
time takes away beauty in the mirror
but it still dwells within ...
sometimes, I am still a little girl
sometimes, I am walking hand in hand with father
sometimes, having tea with mom
but that is wrong, wrong, wrong
is time an illusion ?
I am running and the clock is chasing me
have not accomplished much really
where did time go
did it ever really matter in my existence
I feel it slipping away
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May 24, 2021
Poetry/Free Verse/is time an illusion
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1357-900-24
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Time
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke, Judged 05/27/2021
Third Place
Call it condemnation or appraisal ,
It is far from it ;
I write from the bottom of my heart…
Full of sorrows and pain ,
That the world that I cherish and care for…
Is no longer safe and habitable .
Blood is being shed on daily basis..
Killings….for money ,for pride ,for power and for religion.
Caution and tolerance thrown into the winds ,
As a kid ,we had no burglary on our doors and windows ,
We can sleep outside and inside with doors opened ,
But don’t try it now!...You will regret it .
Our environment..free from pollution and rubbish ;
Diseases are minimal and less rampant ;
Presence of abundant natural food with less preservatives ;
But now !food are being chemicallized …
Do I hear technology or advancement ? oh,no!
I must be hallucinating…. advancement in destruction ,
In diseases-cancer of this …cancer of that…AIDS ;EBOLA ,etc
What a beautiful world..or am I being sarcastic ?
A world of improved crimes that refused to sublime….
Tax evaded…money embezzled ...funds meant for the poor diverted…
Leaders full of deceit…cyber mess ;political quagmire…
egoism the order of the day..
real love dwell in the past; as divorce rate rises to the top
and soon…very soon license will be given to people to wed animals….
I mean lower animals ;
Union between a woman and a dog ;a horse and a man ,
Come to think of it ,are we not all animals?
I have belly pain ,I need to retire to my bed ,
May be when I awake ,I will see a new world .
DOB:25th of march,1968
Love will always find it's way
My mother would like to say,
as long as your mind is open,
you stay honest to yourself,
love will always find it's way.
Don't think to much.
Don't dwell in the past,
don't deny your inner beauty,
accept it as it comes,
You are one of a kind,
look forward don't look back.
Don't cry over a closed book,
is over.
Let your pain keep you safe.
very next day will bring new smile to your face.
My mother would say,
don't count on no one,
but yourself.
Surely love will find it's way.
In a mean time live your dreams
keep your arms and eyes open,
so
when love knocks at your door,
you'll be ready to fly.
when I think of my mother,
her love and wisdom she shared.
I am certain love did find it's way.
So, din't give up
and loose myself in past
I don't think to much,
I don't deny my inner beauty,
as you,
you are one of a kind,
look forward,
live in a moment,
and remember.
Love will always find it's way.
Yesterday is gone, too late for regrets
All memories of the past locked away
My hopes and fears joining them
Troubles I have had like most, happiness
Seemed to be just a dream from the past
So few of them have survived, once
Far from here I was carefree until you went
Away to war, the news came, lost in action
Now I dwell in the past with locked memories
It seems no point when I no longer can share them
Looks of love from others all around me
As if to taunt me, reminding me of you
Though it is a lovely day my heart weeps a single tear
They're one of many that never manages to fall
Here in my eyes they remain burning hot scalding me
To be with you once more just once to hold you
Stay my heart screams, do not go, do not leave me
Oh how can this be, such terrible pain rips at me
I hear a knock on the door and he is there saying
Believe in me my love, I told you I would return
In your heart you knew I was alive, I am back safe
Yesterday is over, the war won and our life moves on
written 01/23/2014
contest Yesterday
A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes away the years.
Who wipes away the tears?
Your kisses so sweet, yet so far away..
You invade my dreams with no control.
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart.
For it were not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
A gentle tear is a whisper from the heart and soul.
Imploring the mind and body to relax.
Ecstasy is a whisper from the body, it cannot be seen or measured,
Yet it is powerful enough to transform you in a moment.
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back.
Love is a force more formidable than any other.
It will offer you more joy than any material possession ever could.
Be still my love, my fingers gently touch your glistening skin.
Listen..the voice of the sea as it whispers upon the shore.
Live as though heaven is on earth.
With the touch of a lover, feel your desire.
Let go and be at peace again.
Concentrate the mind on the present moment.
Do not dwell in the past, whisper dreams of the future,
No soul can lack happiness looking up to the midnight stars.
I suppose there were moonless nights,
With but a silver shaving and pale stars in the sky,
I remember them all as flooded with the rich whisper of a full moon.
For those who wish to shine..they will always find a star.
Like a falling star who has finally found her place
Next to another in a lovely constellation,
Dreams are like stars...you may never touch them,
But if you follow them they will lead you to your destiny.
No life can be barren which hears the whisper of the wind.
The most important thing in life is to learn
How to give out love, and to let love come in.
Will our whispers sparkle in the heavens forever?
I thought i was strong but the word "sorry" still brought tears to my eyes
When i thought i finally made it then i would fall and break like never before
Healing was even more painful
Bits and pieces of my heart were sewn together
I trusted that everyone around me understood what i was going through
I trusted that they would keep my secrets and give me a shoulder to lean on
But why was i left more broken than before
I used to think being strong was holding on
But even tough stones break
I thought keeping it to myself was avoiding to break peoples hearts
but instead i broke my own heart trying to prove a point
Why is forgiving so easy while forgetting is so hard
Why do i still dwell in the past as if i would get a price if i changed things then.
The great paradox,
A mighty creative star-burst,
A once unified power,
Dynamically out-sourcing in a display,
Of awesome light and heat,
Of gravitational attraction and boyant levity,
The genesis of life as we know it,
And how it weaves through our days,
And whispers into our night journeys,
A wonderburst of unknown origins,
From which a universe was birthed, ,
Ununiform and creatively diverse,
And here a riddle exists,
For within the unfoldment,
Of a chaotic, broken mess,
Contains a sublime secret,
That beyond mind mazes,
And numbing, repetitive cycles,
Fragmenting in habitual motion,
That beyond all this angst and addiction,
A great Loving Peace pulsates,
A Universal Heart-beat,
Individuated as our own deepest wisdom,
With this we enter the Xmas fray,
Calm and living in Eternity,
And yet playing in time and space,
Transcending yesterday's truth,
Love amidst chaos,
Tolerating those who dwell in the past,
Accepting the mystery of a universe,
That is seemingly not unfolding,
The way it should,
And yet knowing that Love exists,
Love behind the mega drama,
Love despite all else,
The great paradox!
Don’t tell me not to dwell in the past;
Please don’t tell me to move on.
I cannot do what you ask,
At least not right now behind this mask.
The choices I have made, are affecting my soul,
And each day these dark thoughts grow.
Why did you hurt me? I need to know.
Why did you hit me when I thought you loved me so?
Why did you run away my friend?
And leave my home as empty as your heart?
Did you not think that I would slowly fall apart?
For many days and many nights, I sat and wondered what I had done wrong?
From up on my pedestal I did fall,
and couldn't make it back up alone.
But as the days passed by my heart became less heavy,
and all my scars began to fade.
True friends from near and far,
Built me up as each day did pass.
My knight in shining armour rode steady and pieced back what was left of me
And within that moment that dark cloud lifted and soon my house was once again a home and all signs of you both were gone.
Out of sight, but not from mind- what you have both done to me I cannot hide.
For all the nights we sat up talking, the drunken nights and stupid fights-will always be dear to me. You were my friend, but now you must go.
Faint memories you now have become.
I cannot wish you well my friend, because that you don’t deserve.
But off you will go to the next-
Loneliness there is all you will find
So goodbye you two and please don’t return.
This evil trick you both did play will one day be paid back to you.
Now please don’t tell me to not dwell in the past because that past will aide my future well
Thank you both for all that you have done- it really was a treat!!
Please take this with you as you move on.
I'm always going to be better than you, and of that I can assure you!!!
It was the last Sunday of the month,
when Providence opened its secret door,
and my longing was granted.
I walked through marble corridors
into the heart of the Vatican Library,
where time breathes softly between the pages.
I asked for only one treasure:
the Vatican Virgil,
that ancient manuscript of immortal verse.
And when it was placed in my hands,
the air shifted—
the walls dissolved—
and I was carried upon the river of centuries
into the Augustan dawn.
There I beheld him—
Vergil, the poet of Rome—
clothed in the fragrance of eternity.
I bowed and said:
“You may dwell in the past,
but your voice still sings within our present.”
From the shadows stepped Pope John Paul II,
his lips reciting verses of Latin fire,
and Vergil’s smile was the echo of ages.
He turned to me and asked,
“Which of my songs has pierced your heart?”
With trembling breath I answered:
“The Aeneid,
your epic of exiles and destinies—
it is the star that guides my nights.”
He laughed softly,
like an oracle who knows the burden of genius,
and whispered:
“Do not seek to wear my crown,
for I cannot be you,
and you cannot be me.
Walk your own path,
and poetry will be born in your footsteps.”
Then the vision faded—
a librarian’s hand rested on my shoulder,
and the manuscript closed its wings of light.
He looked at me, bewildered,
for my eyes were still lost in eternity.
When they asked,
“When did you become a poet?”
I could only answer:
“It began in the Vatican Library,
and each time I write,
I remember Vergil.”
Missing you
By Asianae Aikey
Its been awhile
Since I wrote about you
I guess I’ve lost my spirit to write
To put up a fight
When you were here you made me go crazy
You had me going outta my mind
Though boy, you were always a precious waste of my time
The clock is ticking fast
I watch as the hands pass
Look forward to the future
Don’t dwell in the past
You treated me like ****
So why do I miss you like this
I had a schoolgirl crush
And I got over it
It’s like you thought it was the worst
When it was the best
You didn’t want to hurt me
But you hurt me more than most
You stupid sonovabitch
You acted like I was a jealous whore
You called me names
Well you should look in the mirror
And see what’s on the inside
Before you start to point fingers
It’s been awhile
Since I wrote about you
Boy you got me missing you like crazy
And I don’t know why
Creepy tombstones year-round, but don’t bury me under
One. I dwell in the past, and genealogy is my life. I’m
Unique (in my own mind anyway) and I really enjoy
Reading just for fun. Poetry and blogging are my
True passions and I have two monsters that I hope
Never outgrow hugging me, but I know
Even now, they already have. More than anything, I
Yearn for my boyfriend to marry me one day.
*I wrote this poem on April 9, 2021, as part of a ’30 days of poetry’ challenge. This was day 9 and the prompt was: Write an acrostic poem using your name. These are always silly and fun and can tell a lot about a person. What does this say about me?
The world moves on
With or without you
You can't dwell in the past,
Nor stress about the future,
You must think about the now
The world will continue
It will still spin way past our lives have ended,
So do not fear the future or cry over the past
Live in the now, think about today and what it might hold
To Fly Away
Fly away,
Fly far, far away.
Sail into the sky
On the sun’s splendid rays.
From this Earth
Into oblivion sweet.
I want to rest
From this arduous feat.
Lift me up
On blankets of waves.
Carry me out
Of these suppressing caves.
Capture my soul
With oceanic force.
Calm my heart
Of constant remorse.
Elevate my spirits
Upon clouds of bliss.
Create a tender atmosphere
Like a gentle kiss.
Pull me out of the gutter
Gravitate me towards hope.
Do not let me drown
Help me stay afloat.
The stars are my guide
On the winds I set sail.
Through depths of illusions
I will prevail.
Let the sun set on my weary soul
And rise on a new day.
Let the moon vanish
To dwell in the past far away.
When I walked in I didn't know what to expect.
Each room highlighted in light.
A oral tradition. To make ourselves at home upon request.
In reciprocation we do.
The rooms we gather in, the ones we walk past.
The objects we fill to take up space.
The rooms a clear reflection of Spring.
The molding painted white.
I was told that some rooms are not to be visited.
Everything has it's season and this isn't one of them.
Placing blame on the rooms.
I want to explore them most I said.
The ones that go unseen.
The things we rarely shine light to.
The places films of dust continue to grow.
These are some of the best places to go.
The beauty of things we walk past day to day.
The smile unknown destinations can bring.
Cultivating the ideas we keep cluttered.
Gasping for air.
These are the rooms I want to explore most.
The parts of you that you strictly keep to yourself.
Only when you are comfortable to share these rooms with me.
To kiss the floor with our feet.
To dwell in the past staring into our future.
We are the pendulums trapped inside the clock