Best Look Back Poems
A Look Back at Eighteen Months Here-The Show is Over
When your poems reside in a shoe,
like mine,
pounding the pavement to nowhere.
The onset of blisters isn't imagined.
Those blisters take roots,
hindering your motivation
to move-
and to continue to write.
It hurts.
Seeing those poems take residence
in pity.
Sans the
comfort of
leather and lace,
shine and sole,
all of which would have been nice.
But all my eyes see are my poems,
tucked away in worn loafers,
unpolished,
unnoticed.
Not exactly eye candy.
But eyesores ...judging by the lack of views, here.
And undoubtedly my shoes made of synthetics
and sneakers
to the purveyors of good poetry
and good shoeshine.
I look down for good reason,
defacto
and stigmatized,
no contest wins,
no poems ever in the top 100 (new) list,
no scent of roses (or views),
nothing.
Nothing.
An abyss of sublimity,
save for the white bird
that chirps
to nobodies ears.
To wit.
For he who signs up for this site
got a handful of mixed emotions,
confetti less tomorrows,
a begotten rah, rah,
a ladle of spiel,
poems published ...
and in my case alone footnote
that I was a member
sans the shoe shine.
I really have to admit,
writing here,
eighteen months now,
has taken its toe.
I have no one to blame but myself.
Kind Regards,
connie pachecho
4/26/2018
The proprietor of the show has decided to call it quits, citing mental health issues here. The posse of black bears got to me. The guises, pretense, and hate towards me eroded my spirit. Tell her she can play with my insanity but not my spirit. To my readers, I really appreciate your patronage during this journey here even though the crops are bare and the barn fronts a blank stare.
The cows fight with the pigs, and bacon went to waste. One thing I take is the seed in me to aspire elsewhere, which I've already planted at HP under the name Logan Robertson. Thanks again. Wish everybody the best.
You don’t even look back, as I stand here in the rain,
I can see your shoulders shake as you walk towards the train,
In-my-mind I see your mother, your walk, your hair the same,
But it’s you this time who’s leaving, will I see you again.
And even today as you walk away my mind is starting to fade,
I have to face the fact that that won’t change,
Even if you had stayed.
I remember when you took your first unsteady little step.
Tiny shoes that gave you freedom I never told you that I kept,
Your first time on the school bus or the dollhouse that you wrecked,
And all those times that you got hurt, I hugged you as you wept.
At mealtimes as you grew older I would ask you to say grace,
I remember when I taught you how to tie your lace,
When you told me of your first love, the glow upon your face,
Some past events I can remember, new memories I misplace.
But even today as you walk away these memories are starting to fade,
I know I’ll eventually lose them all,
Even if you had stayed.
You’ve been leaving me, little by little, I’ve known it for some time,
I didn’t want to tell you nor show any outward sign,
I didn’t want to see your pain, or you to witness mine,
I’d like to hold on to the memories, ’till I see you again.
So someday when you do return and come to visit me,
Will you look at me with tears in your eyes,
And ask, - Daddy can you remember me
I remember how I would cry myself to sleep
Night after night then I would wake the next morning
Dreading the moment I stepped into the
School's doors where you would all be waiting.
You'd smile and pretend like we were the best of friends
Till my parents left the car park then the words
Would fall from your mouths slashing and cutting,Burning into
my brain. You would all stand around me mocking me,jeering.
When you saw your words didn't effect me,you moved on to
The physical. I remember how your hands would wrap
around my throat,preventing me from breathing. You'd laugh at
My struggle to breathe. I remember how they would hold
Me down so I couldn't run while you would punch me repeatedly till I
Could no longer stand up right,till I lay in a pool of my own blood. How people
would just watch and laugh but never stop and intervene. The pain and
humiliation I felt only enhanced your glee.
I've grown stronger, now nobody would dare mock me. Sometimes
people aren't strong enough to survive this so they leave but some
people come out stronger...like me. I remember how you'd get so angry
Because I never cried,I never screamed I just took it silently.
When I look back I see how small you were and I try to feel anger at what you
did to me but I feel nothing. I try to hate you but I can't.
Maybe it's because I'm now successful and you have nothing to look forward to
but another gruelling day of pain and little food.
I feel no hate only sympathy towards the person I once feared but no longer do.
Now I look back and smile at how I could've stopped you and I know you
realised this too, now I know why you only ever hurt me when your friends were
around to hold me down. I admit you've ruined me in many ways. I can no
longer trust people,love people,no longer look people in the eye,but I look back
and smile because if you had never hurt me like you did I wouldn't be the
person I am today, I wouldn't be as strong and independent,as successful and
happy as I am today, I would never feel such a strong sense of justice like I do
now so I would like to thank you for making me a better person.
Thank you.
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You played your pipe for me to dance,
as puppet master, worked the strings,
but today my heart will pirouette;
I am giving back the gold nose ring.
Last night I saw just how it is
Between yourself and naive me;
you are the wolf, I am the lamb
always destroyed in repartee.
You think I cannot live alone
without your condescending reign;
you won't hear Arrivederci play,
I won't come back to Rome again.
This love train has left the station;
It is speeding down "don't look back track."
Goodbye to disappointing love;
I'm moving on to be exact.
Copyright, September 6, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
A Deep And Saddened Look Back
On a very sad sunny day in summer's glory
that tragic ending came to our love story.
Midnight, a night filled with bright, full moon
misery blasted me that hot day in June!
Your phone call put me into epic shock
your hammer had just cracked my rock.
A darkened cloud descended over my life
WORST PAIN EVER- loss of my dear wife!
So sad.You cared not as you walked away
leaving me with loving words yet to say.
And destroyed was all our future plans
as you sought lust with your lusting fans!
As I look back and now see that event
soul tells me it was truly heaven sent.
Life has a plan to send us another way
ignoring sad pleas and what we may say!
Decades have now shown me wisdom galore
revealing life then became so much more.
Yet heart and soul may still remember you
sad years passed, still you have no clue!
There was that sweet family we never had
and our love lost forever, tis' so very sad.
Children, never born to grace our halls
YOU NEVER HEARING YEARS OF MY CALLS!
****** ******* , 12-15-2015
Written for Silent One's , Walking Away contest.
Based upon a sad event in my young life.
Closer We Get, The Farther We Look Back
Sad dying embers of yesterday's feast
interest and feed me not in the least
For the hearty joys that future shall give
heartens me to strive forever to live
Great memories of my family's past
flow blessedly with me until the last
Into the dark void my soul may soon fly
my past good and bad I will not deny
Returning often in my long night dreams
she of ravishing beauty, skin of creams
Memories of loves that took a wrong turn
yet with it all, my restless mind still yearns
Closer we get, the farther we look back
cherish our memories we stay on track
Robert Lindley
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Fingers linger
Thoughts flying everywhere and
Stumble
Crumble
What was I thinking, where does this
word come from
How is it written
How come that in my head thousands of lines tumble
And not a word leaves my fingers
My thoughts fumble
What was I thinking, I cannot do this
They said I could never do this
Gather my thoughts sufficiently
Succinctly
Talk without stutter or tics
Don't they know my thoughts are racing
RAGING
Myriads images are playing
Hide and seek:
Come catch us!
Incapacitation feeds determination
Nothing will ever be easy anymore
Better be prepared boy and write your poems
Ride your wheels
Stop speaking with your mouth
To begin with you were too loud
Anyway!
Let your hands talk for you
Even if it takes your brain a while
To make your fingers type that smile
It isn't courage that you lack,
So work, and don't look back!
A Look Back
Fleeting the moments of laughter and joy,
Love promises so much more:
There is no finality in the life garnered
Once we see the dread of its end.
So short were the days in the sun:
Where shining dawns offered deep hope
All we once were has now been done
We live and loved in a dream.
Robert J. Lindley. 06-30-2015
And some day you'll realize
That there too is a point of no return.
A point where you'll someday come
And looking back will be a thing of the past.
There are no layaways no payments plans
To genuinely be a blessing in someone else's life.
These things can't be repaid.
Can't be debated.
These gifts of appreciation.
Life is one of the most unexplained mysteries.
In a world of simplicity.
We often shy away from the things we know will break us.
Not knowing that its the vulnerability that truly makes us beautiful.
At times we get uncomfortable.
Considering that the simplest thing is often the hardest thing.
And some day you'll realize.
That it's these precious moments.
That bring us closer to that point of no return.
Your reflection shown.
The candle of someone else's eye.
No longer afraid to look back
pain ...
the blood of her pen
a harlequin's hope ...
the thrum in her breast and being
no quarter given the issue of her barren womb
she looked back one last time
on the darkened house ...
things and thoughts and threadbare attentions
the labor of her love ... the love of her labor
that structure that had meant everything ...
now, but a cold castle ...
a lifetime of sacrifice and dedication ... and fear
perspectives meant for panic
placed pointedly at her fair feet
with threats and a well-timed backhand
(she gently poked the bruise on her cheek ... her reality)
children were the bond, the cement, the guarantee
but it had been a feigned promise only
his intent was ever the opposite
she saw that now ... clearly
the ruin no longer mattered
the lies, the humiliation, the endless attempts
to be the 'good wife' at all costs
mattered not ... not anymore ...
her eyes left the rear-view mirror in a silent pledge
never again ...
NOW was all she cared about
now, and the dream ...
of tomorrow.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Strand Completely New 13, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
I can’t turn back and look at the past
My journey into solitude started all too soon
Harsh words were spoken
And then silence …
All you needed to do was look at my eyes
Eyes are the windows to my soul
But you were just too blind to see
The real me
Contest:- Contemplation ~ Visual 2
Sponsor:-Mystic Rose
05~07~15
It's hard to shut someone out
when hope comes calling at night.
But facing feelings of doubt,
is lying more wrong than right?
Anxiety's all too real,
hidden behind disguises.
And no matter how you feel,
hurt comes in varied sizes.
Broken hearts beyond repair
become reservoirs of pain.
But you feel that isn't fair,
and it's driving you insane.
Pangs of guilt wage their attack,
but it's time the lies desist.
And when you leave, don't look back
despite the fact, you'll be missed.
(Quatrain)
1/11/2016
Take a Step Forward and Don't Look Back
Drama of lover’s fears and tears.
I place my hands up to my ears,
Roll my eyes, and walk away,
Oh, why does it have to be this way?
Why can't things ever change for us?
~
I take a deep breath
And sneak out until the air clears.
Into the comfort of my room
And close the door
Where I find tranquility
And serenity of silence.
I lay on my bed with a good book
And open the door
Entering a fantasy world of
Medieval castles with Prince and Princess
Courtly manners and courtly love,
Knights with their codes of chivalry.
Fire breathing dragons and magic fairies,
Greek & Roman gods and goddesses.
~
You will never experience
All that is wonderful
If you keep focusing
On the bad experience
That’s behind you.
~
Where is the justice?
~
Take a step forward,
Forget the evil of the past.
Lay it all on a pyre
And put it a flame
And watch it all go up in flames.
Just walk away
And don't
Look back.
8/25/2015
Don’t dwell on the past; it cannot be changed
Today is the day you can rearrange
Put today to use and create more good
Do your work in love like you know you should
Today can bring glory where life abounds
The time has come to share your love around
There is good everywhere, just look and see
There is enough for you and also me
I will not fear for good will come my way
Don’t look back; life is only lived today
Never look back
Never reminisce fondly
on things that weren't good for you in life
Don't be like Lot's wife ... don't look back
Righteous Lot went down to the land of Sodom
and got him a wife,
who bare him two daughters
Those three were the love of his life
But Lot loved God more ---
a lesson we all should never ignore
The things that God place in our life,
we can't let those things become more precious than God
Lot never did this,
thus he earned a good name
Cast the lot, lets see what God has to say:
The Lord said, Depart from Sodom today ...
right away, no delay
This is what the two angels had to say
Holy messengers sent to deliver Lot and his family
from the impending doom
But sadly, on the way out, as they were leaving,
Lot's wife looked back
What did she see that was so alluring:
Did she see future days of missing her father and mother,
sister or brother?
Or would she miss the pretty house she had built up:
Just getting saved wasn't enough,
did she want to take something else with her?
When she looked back, what did she see
that was so enticing?
I don't know for the life of me what it could be
What did she think she was gonna be missing?
Her friends and their wicked conversations without end?
Unfriend me then
When Lot's wife looked back, what did she see?
She saw the eternal glow
of brimstone fire falling from heaven like snow,
raining death down below
What was the price that she paid for looking back
on ashen memories?
She got turned into a pillar of salt
Look at what those dead memories bought,
the vanities she built up in life were all for naught
I believe her body was destroyed,
but her soul was saved
Because the two angels did indeed carry her away,
and saints are the salt of the earth
Nevertheless ...
Don't look back,
don't ever look back
What's back there will surely drag you down to hell
Don't look back,
don't ever look back
Remember Lot's wife, and how it didn't end well