Best Retrospection Poems
Platform breezes,
spitting rain,
red brick station,
vintage train.
Take a seat,
relax with ease.
Conductor's voice,
'Your tickets please'
Time to leave,
the whistles cry,
release of brakes,
hydraulic sigh.
Boiler stoked,
the pressure's high,
clouds of steam
feed hazy sky.
Pace increases,
prospects vast,
golden sun,
then shadows cast.
Tunnel vision,
fortunes passed,
speed illusion,
double fast.
Transport systems
side by side,
railways clatter,
waters glide.
Broken buildings
all but hide
industries that
sadly died.
Sleeping coalmines,
unforged steel,
stillness grips
the potter's wheel.
Once fired kilns
no more anneal.
Unemployment
fears turn real.
Dereliction,
overgrown.
Shattered lifestyles,
hope unsown.
City's future
lies unknown.
Lives to whet
on worn out stone.
Climb aboard the yester-train
to days of work, then back again.
S.Tideswell 2nd May 2009
somewhere lost behind my musings
one two three
let's count them all
while all rhyme and comprehension
swan dive spirals
as it falls
somewhere in the secret synapse
four five six
negotiate
while all thoughts and disposition
still remind me
I was late.
On you, it was my heart that was set.
And I knew, I was in love with you,
Before the first time, we had ever met.
But to you, no more, could I possibly,
See a way, to give.
Once I began to die from a broken heart,
When for me, in return, you couldn’t live.
So I was left with memories,
Soft and tender that were shared.
As I was left, to feel you … to touch you,
Even though, you were no longer here … But there.
And your face, was the only image,
The eyes within my mind were left to see.
And slow dancing, in your spirit, was the only
Place, I had always wished I could be.
I had lived to feel upon my cheek,
The touch of your hand
That would make feel, as if, I had already reached,
The promised land.
You were the excitement from the arousal,
Giving birth to all of my ecstasies.
The nectar in all the dreams, lounging around, inside
Of my fantasies.
But I became so intoxicated from the injection
Of sadness, that flew through my every vein. From never
Knowing, if, you had ever really meant, to cause me all of that pain.
But no answer, from your lips, was there, a reply
And I haven’t been taught, the lesson, in how to kiss,
What we had …goodbye.
So…
I am left with the memories,
Soft and tender that were shared.
I am left, to feel you … to touch you.
Even though, you are no longer here … But there.
In retrospection, I should have been the bigger person.
But how could have I been, when I was the one secretly hurting
From that secret you had simply and conveniently forgotten...?
I see them in the field of the future
harvesting the unripe fruits of hope.
In unseen graveyards greedy ghosts grope...
Nothing is left for posterity to nurture.
The beauty of their ashes glows in gloom;
I hear the bomb-blast of their past errors.
Silence ushered in the threat of terrors,
O the peak of pain... the den of doom!
Reality rests in the repository of retrospection,
shadows zoom in and through the room;
and on the floor is a shattered broom...
Of sweet dreams swept into detention.
Life banks at the shores of untrue reality;
the Sun speaks of darkness concealed,
and stars sing of light yet to be revealed...
Dead heroes eat on the platter of possibility.
Nothing lasts forever
think you're so smart but you aren't so clever
You'll be crying when everything comes together
Bet you thought that love would hold out and break you never
But here is the truth at the end
It's better to remain a friend
Now that this story is coming closer
to discovering what is better or worser
You keep on reading though you can't stop faking
your life is nothing else but what you're making
it to be
just wait and see
But hurry hurry run out further
was it all worth losing just to have her
sure you say that there is nothing you'd rather
hold in your arms but the truth I gather
is that she doesn't want you
isn't it about time you came around to that view
Twice a liar and damned to fire
I guess the lover is stretched out on wire
from the puppeteer and his horrible play
that runs on through 'til your final day
But isn't it better than not knowing
what lost love and fate have been showing
Maybe it is
maybe it's not
but in this end
it's all you got
Young Once More.
.
Beyond furrow and story filled line
Haggard and lived in drooping sallow skin
Weathered and tired by the scourge of time
Disguises a youthful heart that resides within
Cheeky clear smiling eyes
Light up as beacons on a dark velvet night
Reviling the beauty beyond facade disguise
On reminisces of her happy childhood take flight
For a few brief moments the years fade away
A young girl in the blossom of youth full of charm and delight
Halcyon memories of long gone warm sunny days
And oh so clear skies
Her and friends at play
Bring a tear of joy
As though it was just yesterday
Her first naive kiss with a boy
Cherished tender memories
Kept within the album of her heart
A young girl at heart history.
.
‘’ I love talking to older people
And talk about their childhood. The look in their eyes is Priceless and beams from the heart.’’
.
Peter Dome©2020.
"we are
All pawns in the chessboard of an
Unknown skilled magician..." (By Poet)
On a calm tranquil afternoon,
When playful chirping and cooing
Of birds lavishly entertain my throbbing senses,
I drown myself in reverie and retrospection,
Of times past, times spent well,
And times my mind was occupied with -
The unique mysteries of a universe I will
Never be able to fully comprehend!
Birds twitter, birds croon to each other,
I watch life moving at a lulling slower pace,
Rose bushes leisurely sway, breeze converse
With the rustling leaves, clouds float languidly
In endless azure, sailboats sailing in emerald ocean,
Picturesque, perpetual, blissful!
Life is an endless stream, a voyage to unknown,
Life is made up of impossible dreams...
I gaze at a dreamcatcher, unachieved goals
No longer make me feel bleakly miserable, or discontent,
My life is full with lilac aspirations, not failed
achievements! Does it matter in
The ultimate scheme of things, we are
All pawns in the chessboard of an
Unknown skilled magician, who smiles at our
Arrogance, blesses all his children
Unaware of the profound truth of life
And Death!
Nothing remains, nothing will remain,
Impermanence is the stark truth of life,
We feel elation in the tangerine trifles of a voyage...
The journey makes the difference,
Not the end!