Best Retrospect Poems
In Retrospect
I'm glad I chose friendship in
the midst of disagreements.
In Retrospect
I’m glad I realized I wasn't perfect
and took ownership of my flaws.
In Retrospect
I’m glad I took the time to find me
although I still discovering myself.
In Retrospect
I’m glad I realized how important
it is to confess LOVE as often as
you can
In Retrospect
I’m glad I found the gift of poetry
because it continues to heal and
fill my soul.
3-13-17
Alexis Y
There’s a path of flowers I glide across
Such a beautiful color made of gloss
Orange pieces of delight made to pass
Within this meadow that is long to last
The blades of grass are surely tall with pride
Turning colors from green to brown inside
There’s a lone tree in the sight of the field
Where orange and red leaves become its build
Flowers impact this field in retrospect
Looking at it from my past with respect
Power of the flower is prominent
Secure in my heart which is dominant
Orange is the color of the plant’s choice
Field is glad of their presence, they rejoice
Russell Sivey
a small cloud passed white
against a dark blue sky
curved, for eyes like mine,
remembering eyes like yours.
a small cloud igniting
another heart
to burn along its way
that was my yesterday.
The years increased and agéd now—between
first birth and the burnt embers of my dotage—
I yearned and pined for a God-like machine
with which to vitalize my wrinkling image;
my youth extinguished long before Life’s hour
ran its course, I succumbed to melancholy
as I loved not nor lived with Love’s great power
within my lifetime—damned be this my folly!
Only faith in a righteous, holy Son
remains who shall rise to give me rebirth
though youth and hale are gone and I’m undone
by man’s hypocrisy upon this Earth.
So, beloved, extend to me not your pity,—
for my hope lies in God's Indemnity.
My childhood was difficult but happy
For there was enough grass
To cover the rocks
And the butterflies always came out
After the rain.
My mother told me, as a child, how diverse a woman had to be.
She stated from this diversity solidarity could be found.
Woman, as a leader, confronts the world in a liberated form.
She is to say what is necessary and carry on.
If there seems to be no forum, one must develop for her in a man
political arena.
My mother did show what occurred during her youth.
Formation is of a new school.
This thought gleams and is The School of Social Theology.
Today's woman shines.
She is in every facet of life.
Her statue stands strong with strings of living being in her loving smiles
and unwanted frowns.
If she fatigues, she rest easily and tomorrow she advocates just as hard
knowing she must get the job done.
I am the woman I speak of and I know many like me.
A new generation with no dream denied, activism we define.
To take this any further would state that a fight against Social Injustice is
a fight for Social Justice!
If I am who I say I am,
And what I claim to be,
It won't be hard to figure out,
My actions tell the story.
I cannot sit 'midst muck and mire,
And claim it isn't so.
I can't ignore the things I'm taught,
And say I'm trying to grow.
I cannot sway this way and that,
And still expect to see,
The same old trust,respect and love,
That once was given freely.
If I'm to keep that love in tact,
It must be guarded fiercely;
Else I may find that love will die,
From being nourished poorly;
For I am what I wish to be,
It's no one's fault but mine.
I cannot blame what I have done,
On some mistake in time;
So if I wish my friends to see,
The dignity I claim,
I cannot hide it deep inside,
While I play foolish games.
"ANYONE WHO SAYS HE IS A CHRISTIAN, BUT DOES NOT CONTROL HIS SHARP TONGUE IS JUST FOOLING HIMSELF AND HIS RELIGION ISN'T WORTH MUCH."
Living Bible James 1:26
"THIS IS PURE, UNDEFILED RELIGION IN THE SIGHT OF GOD, VISIT WIDOWS AND ORPHANS IN THEIR DISTRESS, AND REMAIN UNSOILED BY YOUR CONTACTS WITH THE WORLD."
Living Bible James 1:27
Formed by mist that grasses adore
Reveries young coat the sky
Mixing life with energized core
Kodak of faces streaking by
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I collect vignettes from a rushed earth
Filling cups of grails many by one
With these journeys since my birth
In rainstorms and summers rerun
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To recall how wife and I debate
Only to clutch her in tight embrace
But time steals joy, not a dot late
With broken chain, I can't keep pace.
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Frank H: I RECALL Contest
I find myself in a dark silent vacuum,
A place where nothing could be
Seen, heard or felt.
My soul grieves in agony,
My sole feels no lifewithin,
My heart feels a pain-stained hollow,
I wondered off by myself,
I sigh--
God help me!
I find myself in a very deep ravine,
Enveloped by memento of the beast I was;
A retribution of my years.
My heart feels the heaviness of an iron,
My heart winnows away
With a momentous of deep rooted guilt feeling
Like a pregnant woman that wants freedom.
In retrospect, I should have done right.
But I pray–
The world forgive me.
Now, sitting here...
Entranced in the endless depths of one's own thoughts and fears,
each dipped through vats
of thick sap like tears...
Ahhhh...
Perhaps at a later time we can continue with the endless intricacies of ones own mind... But at this time, that is, just days ago, although, nay more then four, may 5 or so...
Depressed I sat alone with grief, a decades pain within me steeped, then stirred,
as I weep for her, as molten magma within me deeply stir,
from darkest depths of under-earth...
A sudden sound just then I heard,
A sudden CRACK
now realized, just then as cloud met with eye
The pain out came, due drought of time in such expanse for such young mind
So long repressed, in self-defense...
This most painful question
one harrowing quest
so thought it best left at rest,
An answer filled with dread, one guessed... at best.
At worst, this hurt, a young boy's thoughts could not infer.
And at that moment like sweet low sounds of some unsung sonnet.
An answer came as if so long I'd known it, just now suddenly allowed to hold it.
Now in my grasp I could face, and show it...
thereby now erased when enabled to throw it.
So deep in darkness 'twas it encloaked, just now unmasked
So true then harkened, like a book now known...
A tear, a sigh, the words ran dry...
and...
like a book,
I finally...
could close it.
Days… Gone with the days,
Once graphite now diamond...
Between our fingers time plays,
You can't change your past but you can learn from it
Its not about dwelling there, but more so what you earn from it
Sometimes I wish I hadn’t let others influence my prior choices
But other times I'm thankful for those few truthful voices
Guiding me in the right way, letting me know my wrong
Creating the fight inside me, changing the tune of my song
I wish you could see me now, and how much I've progressed
Now I see past my accomplishments, where my faults lay to rest
Blinded by reflections, who knew the mirror was convex
What I thought was simple and obvious, was much more complex
Today I look back and remember, how could I ever forget
How you were my satisfaction, but now you're my regret.
You're all I wanted, but nothing I need
These present thoughts, should my own advice I heed?
Why do I try so hard for something that causes so much pain
Is it easier to suffer or to simply refrain?
I've sat too long at this stand-still
Emotions piled up like a land-fill
Constantly questioning why or how
I'm leaving it all in God's hands now
It will be easier for me to get over you
Easier for you not to feel so bad
Why try when there's no use trying to
Pretend something serious was what we had.
Yes, I have often seen, the early rising sun
when I wake to witness, another day begun.
But when I see tomorrow’s, it will surely be the best!
Yes, I have seen the Seasons, in ritual parade,
adorned in all their beauty, a Master’s hand displayed.
Spring brings us great pleasure. She’s a most welcome guest.
Dressed overall in finery, she’ll lead the cavalcade,
preparing the way, for sweet Summer’s serenade.
This gentlest of Seasons, by which everyone is blest.
Yes, I have seen Fall’s pageant, when falling leaves cascade.
A deluge of colour, which boasts every hue and shade,
but lurking near is Winter, to impose Nature’s rest!
Yes, I’ve heard the strident winds, and Winter’s shrill tirade,
and seen illusive paintings, of his icy masquerade.
Ephemeral trappings, of an overstaying guest!
Enthralled, I’ve seen the grandeur, in the setting sun!
When another day is over, and my work is done,
though tired and exhausted. It’s the time I love best!
Rhymer. December 26th, 2016
I stepped on a flower & I heard a beautiful scream
U slept on me because I was your dream
Eyes wide shut but you saw everything
Excepted my collect calls every day from the bing
So you know exactly why the caged bird sings
Intimate touches and venomous words
I think that we are what each other deserve
Don't let me down and I won't hold you up
Meet me halfway be that half full cup
Lean on me I won't let you tip over
before you hit the ground you will hit my shoulder
I cant wait until the situation gets sober
Hear my revelry from miles away Im YOUR love soldier