Best The Past Poems
Escape from a world of unhappiness and sorrow
Days and weeks pass and I realize that I despise this cold hole
Let me be ...
Trapped not only within those four dark walls,
but with the elements in time and place
Let me be ...
Tears that makes you feel completely empty and useless plastic
Stop thinking, collaborating with false emotion
Let me be ...
When will you understand, you do not own my thoughts
I know I should be strong, but it is so painful
Let me be ...
Slowly draining my throat, I scream for water and air
While the morning sun lazily crawling along the purple river
Let me be here forever ...
13.03.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
(unrhymed couplets)
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Looking back again, back into the past,
it was written in sand, all those questions we asked
on those last days of summer, something was wrong
as the leaves started turning, and shadows grew long
There was dust on the tables, and the clutter remained
where never before, .... had it not been restrained
You were known for your grace, now your pride was at risk
Quickly swept, polished fine, brushed away with a whisk
This just wasn't you, having bricks without mortar
You were never unkempt ...now a life out of order?
You would never have allowed such things out of place
Something so small, would have been your disgrace
There was something to blame, something was strange
Even small tasks, we noticed, had changed
Another piece of a puzzle, fell into place
Your trace of bewilderment, when a name was erased
Your memory lost, and a world gone absurd ...
Then, once it was you....alone and disturbed
Lost and afraid, but mostly confused
Forgetting the day, many things you would lose,
or someone you loved, so much undefined
shoved back to blind spaces, your words couldn't find
Dust motes collected where never before,
would settle, make home, in your mind evermore
Without any warning, without any sound
until you were gone, and the years fell around
Dreams that you had, were drawn in the sand
into the traces of dust of a far away land
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Inspired by Isaiah Zerbst's Contest: "Pick a Title"
10/31/14
Just as days long ago, when decorum resolved,
before composure, and poise,.. were corsages, unknown
Where propriety mattered, and was favored as gold,
high society, has gathered to flavor their tea
There's a trellis, embraced by a rose climbing vine
Places are set, for dining in jade
beneath shadows that stretch under arthritic old trees
While slivers of sunshine, squeeze through the branches
of silver leafed limbs, in magnolia bloomed shade
Tea will be served, by large knuckled hands
at several round tables dressed with Swiss lace designs
Wearing lavender silk is our proper Grand Dame'
who fits her surroundings, as vintage as wine
Voices are lilting like the birds in the trees
Laughter and chatter, mingle with soft, summer breezes
A bouquet of old friends, around a few scattered tables.
Silver coifed hairdos, to make celebration
Crepe myrtle and wrinkles, beneath ashes and maples
Water cress munchies, and triangle creations
Sweet honey-suckle, tucked over the porches.…
Rose petal blossoms, are painted on china
Bridge cards, tumble by Blue Willow dishes
Biscuits from England, crumble sublimely
Large bosoms bouncing, and big floppy hats
Gossip dished up with lemon-sliced frowns
Up in the tree is the neighbor's calico cat
who catches a glance, and a chance to crawl down
Are they ladies of leisure, from a time that is lost?
Or a painting I've seen on the wall from the past?
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It’s been many years since I’d climbed the wooden steps to my parent’s attic. The hinges of the trap door creak and a cloud of dust rises as I push the door open. I fumble for the light switch; it takes several minutes for the dust to settle and for my eyes to become accustomed to the gloom from the single bulb.
I survey the small space, which is packed to the hilt with hidden treasures. I sit cross-legged in a cramped corner and delve one of the many boxes.
relics of childhood
packed in old cardboard boxes
I find my old bear
My mother had carefully packed away many of my old toys and keepsakes from my schooldays and high days and holidays. Oh how I laughed when I read some of the comments on my school reports and workbooks, it made for very amusing reading! I get quite emotional when I sort through photograph albums and see the faces of those who are no longer with us.
cherished memories
as I leaf through the pages
I wipe away tears
After several hours reminiscing I’ve selected a couple of items, which were once so dear to me; and then I finally close the door on the past.
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A child in time
Innocence was not youth, innocence was the times
We all sat at the dinner table
Discussions were lively, as adult’s sipped wine
That old Volkswagen, a trunk of memories
Now sitting in the graveyard of old rusty cars
Wishing for shinier days, and a fresh cold coca cola
Frozen in my mind, rusty bumpers, forever a time to cherish
Some dreamed of voyages to space
I dreamed of far away meadows
Where nothing ever changed
Childhoods magically suspended in time
Let me say, time is no ones friend
We spend it easily in our youth
We treasure it like frankincense with each passing day
Love captures our hearts, will time let it stay?
We see the world around us die
Knowing this is nature’s way
Pain, as loved ones fade
Wither away, as we linger on
Day after day
The same questions float in my head
Why do things have to change?
Am I not better off dead?
Love is bound by tears of the heart
A soft kiss or eyes that speak in lustful silence
It matters not, not at all
We must suffer this world as humans do
Me, I shall cling to yesterday
The days of abundance of spirit and youth
I shall dance inside these memories
These are the happy shadows of the past
There is so much you can let go of,
If you really want to try.
Stuff that only weighs you down,
That makes you want to cry.
Old regrets, self doubts and hurts,
That drag up pain and anger.
Toss them, ditch them, cast them away.
To self esteem they're a danger.
Worries about what could have, should have,
What-ifs and if-onlys,
Leave you filled up with regrets,
And feeling sad and lonely.
These things are somewhere in the past.
These things are done and over.
It's time to leave the past alone,
And look to days of clover.
Today make that decision.
The past is over, done.
Today, right now is fresh and new.
Look up, embrace the sun.
I’m haunted by these things from long ago;
mistakes that from the past I now regret;
these blunders of my youth that I now know,
and wish that I could change, but it’s too late;
and on my mind it’s like a heavy weight;
these haunting things which now I can’t forget.
It’s said that from our past mistakes we learn,
and that this knowledge soon will ease the blow,
and from this error we will then discern
to do things right, and soon our dreams fulfill.
We benefit from our mistakes, and still
I’m haunted by these things from long ago.
April 2, 2018
There is so much you can let go of,
If you really want to try.
Stuff that only weighs you down,
That makes you want to cry.
Old regrets, self doubts and hurts,
That drag up pain and anger.
Toss them, ditch them, cast them away,
To self esteem they're danger.
Worries about what could have, should have,
What ifs and if onlys,
Leave you filled up with regrets,
And leave you sad and lonely.
These things are somewhere in the past.
These things are done and over.
It's time to leave the past alone,
And look to days of clover.
Today make that decision.
The past is over, done.
Today, right now is fresh and new.
Look up, embrace the sun.
I walked into Dad's study and looked around
A wooden bull with ivory tusks stood its ground
a German Bayonet lay before lines of books, and
On the wall was an olde map of the holy land
Behind a schooner with three proud masts,
Lay volumes of worlds, of futures and pasts—
Palestine before the Hebrews, a Rhodesia Guide
Three Deserts, by Jarvis, hard to lift, I tried.
The Golden Bough and The Struggle for Greece
The Revolt of the Masses, The Golden Fleece
The Lost Possessions of England, Leviathan
The Firmament of Time, and Darwin's Descent of Man
Stonehenge, The Heathens, The 30 years war
Each topic a window, each book a door
An Enquiry Concerning Human Understanding, then On Tyranny
The Wealth of Nations, Jewish Confederates, A Goodly Tree,
The Medieval Village, Capitalism and the Jews
Fred Bastiat, Thomas Sowell, Dad had free market views
Texts of Geography, that was his trade
Shelf by shelf, in a proud parade.
I can't put my finger on why, I feel a sad chord
For knowledge should be its own reward
On much of this knowledge the world turned the page—
His room remains—his shrine, his stage.
Coercive Persuasion, On Aggression — much more to the list,
And framed on the wall, the lives that persist:
There's how Mom used to be, full of interests, just like him
I step into those hard streets; the world starts to spin.
Play for me, Long May You Run,
to shed a tear and reminisce
of open roads when life begun,
to think of those now gone and missed.
Play for me a tender song
to share with some good friends like you.
Let's laugh and cry and sing along.
I know you feel the way I do.
Faced with the choice of moving on
or falling in the past's abyss,
I'd rather meet each day's new dawn
with those dear souls I love and miss.
Long may they run, sun-kissed somehow,
though I have changed so much since then.
I wonder if they'd know me now
and warm me with their love again.
Inspired by Neil Young's Long May You Run, 11/12/2014
Embrace The Line
I do embrace that line- a badge of hope,
which left a shadow of sure death behind.
It represents the power to survive
with feats of expert hands which met the goal.
The need to put one's life on hold to gain
a better one- a promising new fate;
the fight to mend, become robust again.
I do embrace that line, a badge of faith.
A symbol of accomplishment it is;
the chance that claimed a victory for life.
That line, a jagged zipper that secures
his beating heart, amended, good as new.
I do embrace- caress that lovely line-
my darling husband's triple bypass scar.
His faded seam is etched in ivory grace-
bestowing added years of love to share.
Three decades passed, since that fantastic day
when this great miracle expanded time
for both of us to live a healthy life-
a tribute to that line- a badge of hope.
Just stop thinking about it,
Don't bother losing yourself to it,
Stop getting your mind overclouded
Don't overthink about it.
Past's not gonna change
Present's in your hand,
Future's awaiting you,
So does it take that long for you to realise;
Time always flows like river,
Everything that you wrote in sand of time,
Now flies, all erased.
Heartaches and smiles never will fade
Cause this present will become the past
So don't rewind back in memories
It's time you stepped out of the past , grab your present and run towards the future.
Take all the twists and turns,
It's fate, following your addicted brain,
In its fabulously misguided taste,
To that unordinary life you seek.
Time will record your past,
Actions will define your future,
Don't worry about the leap I am taking,
Cuz I feel like I am losing myself ,
Losing my mind,
Losing my mind,
But I love this wild ungrounded feeling,
Of losing myself to the unforeseeable future
As I sit upon the cloud, my sister SPIRIT, we shall call ---- “ ALWAYS “
Visits : bringing Her inner Soul with Virtue of the Heart ---- FOREVER
I believe I know YOU from “ Yesterday “ Please help me --- REMEMBER
As She spoke : the Lyric of Her voice : brings memories ----- I
Envision YOU “ my little Sister ’ Long ago Lost in LOVE; in --- LOVE
Through the mirrors of YOUR EYES : Brother, Sister : Me and -- YOU
Loving Parents , from a Time in History : where my Heart is of --- MY
Searching Soul, “ alive comes the past “ : growing up with MY ---- SISTER
Together we speak of “Forever LOVE” with an opened Heartfelt ---- SPIRIT
As we meet AGAIN in Time KNOW ALWAYS that I LOVE YOU --- L Y N E T T E
Dedicated To My Kindred SPIRIT Lynette Chachere “ Spirits Together “
Author’s Note : The origin of “ End Line Word “ Form Is a Dedication Where the
Vertical Line is the “Dedication” and the Body “ IS the Why “ Thank-YOU to all
Who have Supported Dane and I in Our Endeavor To create a New Form of POETRY
Dealing with Honor to Each Contemporary YOUR Participation Is Astounding ALWAYS YOURS…
HG
I wanted to live the dream
Be all that life handed it seemed
I followed my heart, followed my schemes
But life had a different direction it seems.
I think about the years past
Broken dreams that did not last
We were friends but we both forgot
Different destinies is what we sought
Words we never said, never spoken
Promises we made but became broken
Another day, another year has come and gone
Time has passed away when all is said and done
Our memories remain in the distant past
The years have moved on rather fast
Time with all it shadows cast
Our paths once crossed but it did not last.
4/17/15
To walk the cliffs of ancient trails
that speak of winds and loss laid bare
midst sounds to tell of all the tales
of lore and truths they beg to share
Taxila, Sanchi and Petra call
with voices rasping in their dust
tongues only whisper since their fall
of Gods who but betrayed their trust
More than hidden treasure left
is wisdom time holds in their stones
a quest to seek their dreams bereft
that repose within their poets bones
Trails that lead to gilded wings
oft will find more precious things
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