Living In The Past Poems - Poems about Living In The Past

I sit and I wait Wait for your return Have I done enough My tummy starts to turn I don’t know when it will happen or why I want to stay but here is all I’ve wanted, since I’ve been away. I look for my home, but home is in the past. Now everything is broken,gone and I’m the last....

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...Even those who see ‘the future,’ will see it in past terms, since the past is the reference from which all mankind must learn. That grand, utopian future of which so many dream, is defined by what it escapes: a past brutal and mean. It’s shaped by what it doesn’t have, compared to ages gone, a vision based on past eras stripped of all that went...

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I’ve heard people say it online, “Stop living in the past, don’t you know it’s the current year, you’ve got to catch up fast.” Most often said by Marxist types, which just seems strange to me, since they follow ideas now aged nearly two centuries. And while they try to dress it up in all sorts of new coats, it’s still a ruthless, old idea that...

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The nights fly by and the days just float I wish for a long night drive or a day on a boat I want time for this I need time for that Ignorance is bliss Knowledge is a trap For Time is no friend And Time is no foe From the past i will mend And for the future be grown Now we know what we...

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we must strong must move on what was bad its still sad what other face for there race life is a task before you run out gas stop LIVING IN THE PASS...

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Living in the past is it familiar is it sweet it depends on the memories you meet Living in the past is it safe is it smart it depends on the courage that’s in your heart Living in the past is it life is it real it depends on the happiness you can steal...

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Do you sit and think on the past, And ask yourself, why do I feel like this? You cannot undo what has been done, Then ask yourself, how long will it last? I was 70 years old, just last week, And memories are just as fresh today, As if they had happened yesterday. Let them go I hear folk say, stop living...

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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...

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The Emancipation Proclamation was put into effect in 1863, That meant freedom for slaves, the ones who looked like me, blood, sweat, and bullets were shed along with tears, innocent civilians put through years of hell and fed with fears, nooses invaded necks, in the home of the brave, in the home of the slaves, blood flowing as they gaze, lynchings were congregational, often invitational, white...

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Why do you insist on living in the past While you have reached your goals at last? Why do you insist on living in such a dream While the revolution became a main stream? Why do you insist on seeing the dark side Though you have already changed the tide? Why do you stop thinking for tomorrow? And insist on living in...

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writing these poems brings a tear to my eyes, as i am not a man that really cries, it brings back some pain, i felt in the past, and to be honest, i can speak about it at last, i have had some great times and some so sad, but i quess my life has not been so...

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"There was a whisper Unheard... But by the wind Only to be answered By the rustle of dusty old curtains Lovely young thing absorbed in her own beauty Century old stairs creaking under the weight of the breeze There's a moon, lusty and full Shining on the fresh fallen snow It's magic lost in the emptiness My eyes stare out of the long cracked window Wisps of cold frost my breath A copse of trees The old...

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