Best My Past Poems

Treasures from my Past

In preparing for the yard sale, I gather all my junk,
I wade through the mass of items from decades before
From furniture to dishes that have sat down in my basement
And I realize that my past will be pushed outside my door.

I pick...

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I sneak away from the past
looking through a mirrored glass
What you see you can't believe
that this life is of me.
Raped an burned cut an sliced
by daddy big ole knife.

I sneak away from the past
looking through a mirrored glass
The things You made me do
an the things...

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A little girl with dark brown braids.
White blouse, gold-colored wool skirt 
and patent leather Mary Janes.
An only child with a wired haired fox 
terrier that lived with Grandpa,
Mother and Father.

Her Mother, sweet, who saw to it
that she had ballet lessons, went
to a private school and...

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I’ve left all of my thoughts 
On your drowsy, cozy bed.
All those dreams that we’d
Put together then.
All those floating feathers
And your thrilled laughter
Still there lay. 
There, on that bed,
I’ve forgotten all my smiles
And all that bliss
That you covered me with.
On your pillow I’d rest
My tears...

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There was a time when I was sad, I felt alone... like I was merely taking up space for 
those who wanted to be here. A look into my past will show you the dark days I have over 
come. It all started in junior...

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My Past
Written: by Tom Wright

I refuse to drown in the happenings,
Of perhaps, sordid days, long spent.
For things filed "past" i cannot change,
So they lurk causing me to lament.

My past I liken to a "read only" file,
Where is stored both my days and deed.
Knowing the bothersome...

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My hearts beating, fastly thumping
Inside my emotions jumping
From tears to joy happy and glee
Look at what you've done to me
Making me cry tears of joy
Happy that you are my boy
Gleeful I am not alone
All the love that you have shown
Make me spiral in a way
I...

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Tomorrow is never promised, yesterday has passed
We must live for the moment, today will not last
When I seek His face each night and day
He gently guides me to walk life His way
With my old damaged life left in the past
I am now and forever finally...

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How do you like me as I am today?
Twenty years young, triumphantly boasting 
Success through all you had been foreboding.
Casting my vast nets as far as the sun 
While you cast your line in small empty streams, 
Passionately chasing visions and dreams
While you bury your...

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The echoes of my past come
as a rumbling noise or a murmur
reminding me what I had gone through
and how I got to where I am now.

The twirls, the turns, the detours,
the deviations I took in encountering
dead ends, deep pits, steep mountains
that I had to climb...

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The past is always
the past
I often forget it
but it remembers me
everything I failed to be
yesterday is history...

The past is a ghost
a hole, dust, the wind
it is dark and moves unseen
beneath, betwixt and between
angels, demons, elemental spirits
come to me when I am sleeping...

Ghosts from my past
makes...

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I recall the time – 1953,
somewhere around the first of June.
A special invitation by Granny
to come in the late afternoon.

My grandparents shared their television
first of a few that were owned in that day.
We drove ten miles for a grand occasion
happening four thousand miles away.

My inauguration...

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I SCREAM, I SHOUT IN PAIN
THE AGONY OF MY PAST LIFE TREATHENS ME
AS IF IN A TRANCE
ALL I SEE IS THE TRILLING NUISANCE
OF MY PAST LIFE SCENES.
OH MY PAST HOW PAINFUL?
SO UNDESIRABLE,THE UNLIMITED DISTRESS
LIKE CHAINS
THE RE-BONDING EFFECTS
ON MY WHOLE BODY LANES
WAS IT FOR LOVE, OR...

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In your eyes I've seen my past arise
Though the shaft decays in the time below
The afterglow blooms in your girlish eyes
Your life was my life when the moon was low

Curiosity lived in us and our stars
Darkness and fresh moon were our worshiped duet
They bartered sleep...

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If there ever was a way I could easily go back in time,
I may change a few things here and maybe more there,
only a few crucial moments do enter my questioning mind,
one is of myself, I would’ve wished to take much better care.

During my mid-twenties...

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