Former Poems - Poems about Former

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After a long time, I have finally felt the need to let you go! It was rather hard to see you after so many years! You claimed that you fell in love with me! Well, your chances were used up! When we were in high school you rejected me for the prom! When my family had a birthday dinner for...

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Former friend, I remember that today Is your beautiful birthday But I am not going to call you Because you never answered my calls Life is made of ups, downs and falls Sometimes, the sky is gray, white and blue I understand that things change And nothing stays the same I’m fine. I’m not the one to blame I’ll pray for you in...

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A day some thousand years ago; He spoke love Chose a mother/father vessel, For me to come through; Remember the former things, I don’t remember the former things; Yet I do? My Elohim Father tells me; Remember the former things; Remember the former things, In resolution in my his-story I so my soul recalls I am not of the earthen grounds I am that I am birth from...

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Smiling made her tired I feared a frown was all she could spare. More than same than different what would cause a person to ask Might she labor to have discussion one might think she was making him feel specials. Yet to warn those who didn't know her well those who knew her first would warn When she makes you feel as if you are number one her first...

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Private and peaceful His life, his world. And of that, perfected The thinking man . Ere its garden's air Garden's allure For a woman, sounded. Smiled for woman....

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Former hero exists in memory care dementia...

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It abides in the lintel, leaving only to hunt in the klong. It was here when we moved in, we are the renting guests living under a large Monitor lizard. Dawn coffee on the loggia, the jungle going to sleep. The movement of rain, pacing over green canopies. The wooden house creaks as the sun floats over blue mountains. Soon the tiffin carrier will arrive on...

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She died on a three-legged stool in her kitchen, her heart burst, and out flew all the skills of her nimble hands. Now she cooks the twilight mixing the dried fruits of yester-years. I feel her thoughts taking shape, see her sway to the music of Glen Miller, another memory she gave this space to. These words are partly hers, the flavors are mixed, the...

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I am sorry I can no longer respect your hue Since you have succumbed to Q-Anon Parroting most stupid conspiracy theories Since the Trump train you jumped on And adopted a jaundiced view of our history Believing The Donald's outrageous lies Crediting to him outlandish deeds And planting false social media seeds. I wonder what is happening in your brain Has it become hardened...

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You worked so hard but just exist. Your high school grad dates you just missed, evacuated from Ukraine. In Russia’s army to resist, you fought the tyrant Hitler’s reign. You worked so hard but just exist on meager pensions. You subsist by choosing food or meds, that’s plain. No other kinfolks to assist in taking care of you in midst of tears and shakes of...

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Former President Trump Sat on his awesome "yhuge"rump, Dreaming of having his ultimate revenge While on a drug and vengeance Benge. note: misspelled huge as "Yhuge" because the former President mispronounced it that way and comedians mocked him for it for years....

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I was never a heavyweight, tough as boot leather, an artist on skates, or one calm on ‘high wire,’ still with years, if transparent, feel sure of feet’s purchase. These days travel feels lighter, emotional baggage or need for folks’ praises more part of my past, and a poem oft satisfies taste more than spice can. Still, I’ve passport to freedom...

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In Memory of a Former Fellow* Impressed forever on my rueful heart By your virtues' sublime and blessèd art, You will remain and live on in my mind Till doomsday even after I depart. 2.15.2021 * Ebrahim Edalat-Pishè No comments, please!...

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