Best Long Ago Poems
I have died so long ago.
The pieces of my bones were buried in Sheol.
It was so dark where I lay now.
My flesh is rotten and almost gone.
I have lived once in this world,
Where a loving family I was involved.
A dearest mom who loved me so,
Loving siblings I treasured most!
I'm a free-spirited young lady.
I love to entertain the world,
Wind hums as I hit the notes.
The nature became my hidden world.
I was once a fruit in a tree.
Until one day, a harvester picked me.
Still unripe, too young and fresh.
He stole my innocence.
Too many years past and my seed grew.
I have started bearring fruits.
But the harvester did not content,
He pulled me out from where I'd been.
He murdered me on one darkest night.
Then buried me beneath the ground.
I'm so helpless, no voice to shout!
My breath is counting one by one.
Until I surrendered the last air in my lungs.
I have died so long ago.
This girl that you used to know,
Isn't the one who writes a poem.
She had died so long ago.
She walks every night to find her home.
Not so long ago beneath a bright blue summer’s sky
There your eyes met mine how wondrous was the sight;
We walked together hand-in-hand long into the night.
Not so long ago I held you firmly in my arms
That we should never part or you wander from my side;
We promised then our love to share never more to hide.
Not so long ago in a hostile foreign land
I held your picture tight, and kissed your lovely face;
I wondered how you spent your day, longing for your embrace.
Not so long ago I heard your familiar, lovely voice
Though we couldn’t touch I wiped away your tears;
I’ll be home before you’ll know it to quiet all your fears.
Not so long ago you found me standing in a crowd
There our love embraced and never to let go;
I cherished every single moment more than you should know.
Not so long ago I watched the autumn’s setting sun
With shadows growing long and hours passing by
We tasted love’s sweetest nectar, and sorrow’s bitter cry.
Not so long ago beneath a bright blue summer’s sky
There your eyes met mine how wondrous was the sight;
We walked together hand-in-hand long into the night.
It wasn't all that long ago when covid
choked the world with it's grasp.
People became anxious, some belligerent, when
asked to merely mask.
While others stock piled toilet paper to
wipe their sorry ass..
A million Americans suffered.
A million Americans passed.
Our health care system became overburdened
with such a daunting task..
People craving answers, turned to the experts to ask.
Our Ex. President gave misinformation with a
racist slant, calling covid the "Chinese virus",
he'd over and over recant.
Innocent Asian citizens were aggressively attacked.
This former President refused to abide by the precautions that
were advised. He wouldn't wear a mask and the medical community he criticized.
How many of us Americans would still be here today, if we had
stupidly injected bleach as this President once did say?
Four years wasn't all that long ago dear friends.
Is this the type of leader that Americans want again??
Mine eyes espy thy golden hair
No crown of gilded jewels more fair
Wither you go, you go with grace
Sweet one, ye who are so fair of face
I beseech you, tarry here a bit
Canst thou come and by me sit
I come to ye on bended knee
Oh, thou art the very heart of me....
My heart decided long ago
That life is for adventures, and
That bound'ries flow like rivers flow.
Though people told me what to know,
I'd weather ev'ry reprimand --
My heart decided long ago.
I fought false rhetoric, and so
Set out across an unknown land,
Where bound'ries flow like rivers flow.
I'd learn from flower, deer, and crow --
I'd sail the sea -- walk soft, white sand --
My heart decided long ago.
I felt the winds of wisdom blow --
The breath of Life, and Her command --
That bound'ries flow like rivers flow;
And on Life's river now I row,
My destiny within my hand;
My heart decided long ago
That bound'ries flow like rivers flow.
Long ago I was given a medallion, a gift from a beautiful women
when she gave it she said "remember"
Whenever I look at it, I remember
The night, the music, the snow falling outside, the frosted windows
This medallion has a flower engraved on it, with the word love
When I look at the medallion a song plays in my head
a beautiful piece of music called Europa, it haunts me still
A night when love was held like a beautiful painting
by two souls lost seeking fire with hearts of caged emotion
where a timeless sense of forever was burned
into the fabric of our wants and needs
I can still smell her perfume, still, feel the smoothness of silk
still see the candles flickering she lit before playing Europa
On a small table, the empty wine glasses reflected the candlelight
in a glimmering glow
She led me into an unknown world with a smile
where every sense was opened and spilled
Of all the memories I hold close, none as tight as this one
The night I was taught romantic theater
by a beautiful woman and her music
3/14/21 contest I Remember
sponsor Malabika Ray Choudhury
Long ago, there came to the garden in which I’d been planted
a stranger who admired me in the spring of my life.
Tall was he; dark and gorgeous too.
He kept visiting my garden spot while singling me out
from the other lovely blossoms surrounding me
and who also called this large garden their home.
Sweet words he whispered through the garden fence.
His words became the susurration of the almost daily breezes
which he brought with him to caress my petaled face.
As he became less a stranger,
I longed more and more each day
to see him watching me outside the garden’s fence
which protected me from strangers,
or so I thought . . .
One day this handsome man flung open the gate to the garden.
Taking me by surprise, he strode right up to me
and stroked my blushing cheek.
Unaccustomed to unsolicited attention such as his,
I could do no more than stay posed there as always,
trembling all the way to the bottom of my stem.
Simply catching a glimpse of him
became all that I was living for that spring.
And although my soul was bursting with poetry,
I knew my role as a fenced-in rose.
Unable to voice my thoughts to him,
I could only bask in the warmth
of his amazing gaze, which eventually
I noticed being cast upon other flowers too.
Toward the end of that short spring season,
my spirit began to wilt, for I knew that this man
would be passing by no longer.
Here I stand as usual in my garden space,
for always I grow back, blooming again and again.
Many springs have come and gone
as well as some of my flower friends I used to know.
Others have withered away forever.
I too will wither away when only God can say,
and the handsome man my soul once yearned for
is but a melancholy memory of unrequited love,
which more importantly, I can look back on and realize
was not real love at all.
A Cold December Night so Long Ago
‘twas on a cold December night
so long ago, a star shown bright,
and in the heavens, anthems rang
“Praise to the Lord,” the angels sang.
There in a manger on the hay
a new born child so softly lay
as shepherds watched and town bells clang;
“Praise to the Lord,” the angels sang.
A gift of God this gentle child
of humble birth so meek and mild
to save mankind, our sins defang;
“Praise to the Lord,” the angels sang.
In rev’rence now we laud this birth
when Son of Man was sent to earth
to free the world from dreadful pang;
“Praise to the Lord,” the angels sang.
Our souls washed clean, our conscience clear,
and so we celebrate each year
that winter night when anthems rang
“Praise to the Lord,” the angels sang.
November 28, 2019
Contest: In Praise of God
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Dad worked all night.....
Once a week
He would go give blood
...... for $15.00
Fatigued even more,
He set his jaw, and went back to work--
I got a new bicycle that Christmas......
a gift--
of
Dad's
blood
She lost her brain long ago
Sanity vanished along with the ghost of time
Calloused bones reach from the ground
No sound
Just shallow breath
That breathes
And snarls a nasty smoke that suffocates my lungs
Oh how it used to tease
But now bleeds uncertainty
And that's why I feel so free
A sacrifice to the goddess of slavery
Searching for beauty
A long echo that calls to me
I know its name
It knows my name
We seem to be kind of one in the same
Torment casting its shadow
Pointing fingers
Trying to place the blame
But I've paid my fees
Scuffed up by the blood of my knees
Here to say the things meant to be left in need
Like the rustle of the wind in the trees
Raising the undead
Carried along with the last few waves of smoke
Too many thoughts
Try not to choke
Caught in the back of another's throat
Get my blood pressure up
And I might have a stroke
Where do I go when my spirit is broke
Floating through space time
Nowhere to go but to slowly get lost
Let’s just go ahead and smoke more pot
Sometimes I like the way my brain feels when it rots
It hits the spot
Numbs the
Pain
Pain
Pain
The ticking tock of the clock bring the pressure to my brain
But what really would happen if were to go insane?
Too late
I find the one remaining photograph from my wedding:
everyone is still smiling, despite the way things turned out
(time can fade print, but the smiles remain fixed forever).
Somehow, that one picture survived;
the others had fallen victim to Mum's scissors,
long, long ago.
My dad is wearing his blazer and one of my ties;
he's looking healthy (just as I remember before the cancer...)
long, long ago.
My mum in a new suit, is much younger-looking, and well.
I wish I could step into the happy picture,
and keep my parents as they were then.
My wife and I are wearing our shining new rings -
long, long ago
they were sold and melted down for other newly-weds to wear.
I remember the deep love I felt for my wife then.
Mum asks what I'm looking at and she tears out part of the picture...
my ex wife is still smiling from the waste paper basket...
Date written 24th September
Writing Challenge 2, September 2019 - The Photograph
Sponsor, Wiishkobi Ode
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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 of blue,
a' glisten in the sun,
a dainty pond, its cattail fern,
her tiny feet did run
She gazed upon the surface smooth,
reflecting clouds above
and tossed a stone, a splash was heard,
then ripples, she did love
For long ago a poet passed
and with his feathered pen,
had written her a verse of love,
then placed it in her hand
She read it with her eyes so wide,
his joy, she could not miss
Then laid her hand upon his cheek
and on his lips, a kiss
The poem he had written spoke
of ripples and a shore
and if the circles he could be,
he'd kiss her there once more
She turned to leave, her heart now full
of dreams he left behind,
with poetry and memories,
like ripples on her mind
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This poem was inspired by me, not at the start but, it ended up referencing a poem that I wrote about 10 years ago titled: "And you were that shore" that I posted here on Soup for a contest and actually won.
This is that poem
And you were that shore
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You were skipping stones
and as I watched
a slowly arching ripple
gently kissing the shore
I found myself wishing
I was that ripple
and you were that shore
~
Oh, I remember
Cards on spikes
On the bikes we rode
Heidi Sands
10/2/18
Placed 2nd in the bikers dozen contest.
Syllables: 5/3/5
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 right, day for night.
Once upon a time, in those days so long ago
before my heart’s regrets, I’d reject
knowing I could never pay all that I owe…
I owe Him my life, my love – all the hope that I can give
I owe Him the kindness of grace and mercy,
the beauty of a faith who knows He will truly forgive,
despite the truth of a heart who is reckless,
a heart who has led others to be too combative,
a spirit who is filled with too much pride, too much self
until God Himself paid the price – it’s transformative!
Once upon a time, before iPhones, iPads and iPods
I knew the meaning of friendship full of love,
Friends were so important, loving against all odds…
Back then, I felt the inklings of sin in the air
But before walking toward the shadows so feared
I knew that my Savior would never, ever dare
To leave me without a hope, without His gentleness,
I knew that His love would forever be there,
Guiding me on, toward the promised land – in His Presence
I would know the wonder of grace beyond compare!
Once upon a time, in the past where I come from
There was a hope, a dream, a promise that comforted me
His love was alive and it was free, and as a rule of thumb….
His light shines so that I’ll forever be –
walking on the path He trod, the path
of everlasting peace, eternity I’ll one day see…
forever with the One who lifted me from the pit,
taught me about love that was heaven sent, completely free
offering me grace that saved me from me!
In the long, the long ago.
A creature crawled from 'neath the mire,
And centuries and centuries hence,
You see him in York Minster's spire.