Long Flashbacks Poems
Long Flashbacks Poems. Below are the most popular long Flashbacks by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Flashbacks poems by poem length and keyword.
It's new years eve or bonfire night.
Veterans hide away in fright
They fear that they may crumble
As the fireworks start to rumble
Even if there tucked up in bed
The flashes and bangs mess up the head
Hot sweats, and uncontrollable shaking
It isn't fun that it's making
Some just say your a party pooper
Join us when were in our stupor
The nightmares start, flashbacks come
Yet again everyone have your fun
These actions cause much distress
Some more than others I confess
The symptoms mentioned before
Cannot hurt them that's for sure
But in their head It's like being back
On the edge under attack
Rounds and rockets whizzing by
That is why they break down and cry
Organised events aren't so bad
As that's a choice that can be had
Its the ones that go off Willy nilly
There the ones that make us silly
Spare a thought at this time of year
Bang less fireworks won't cause fear
So use these types if you can
Think about that veteran
It's not just them this affects
It even frightens house hold pets
I'm not trying to stop your fun
But think about others it needs to be done
“Rewind Forward”
Memory mirror
supple sylph yields
and naked
walks through liquid glass
towards your dark eyes
to float in black
legs wrapped
rapture drawn deep
unclothed into your arms
bathed bare
you climb my mountains
pull me in
your fingers coiled
tight and unforgiving
around my silken hair
mouth drawn to bare
omni amor libido
opalescent skin glistens
slow dance
silence listens
caught in time
elementals float in the aether
no walls no stairs no roads
bodies in rhythm rhyme -
in your dark mirrors
are all my blue skies -
dream duelling flames
tongues do not speak
they torch a burning blaze
there are no nights
there are no days
two flaming souls
deep dive
erotic waves
they read no maps
trysting in their lovely trap
Pantoums
each the other world
Phantom
opium kissed lips
repeat repetition
Ships lost at sea
in our ghost myst
a fierce longing
a holy confederacy
Kisses long and languid
Luscious long neck licks
Drink my life
Your need is met
my mead is sweet
and want is whet
Honey swallowed
lost in the love
love in the lost
trapped in the net
an open cave
doorway
where lush moss
waits wet
treasure found
treasure kept
sensual salty
her sea is met
pounds to your
foreign uncharted shore
two rare pearls
are free yet
bound and kept
on the other side
awake forever
with the never slept
hearts open
wounds bleeding
turn the key
Mirror Memory
(LadyLabyrinth/2018)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OqEZ_RQ4Cm8
"Flashbacks", Emika
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wF6v7yCthd4
"Flashbacks (reversed)", Emika
“We did not touch each other. We were both leaning over the abyss.”
Anaïs Nin
“Our love would be death. The embrace of imaginings.”
Anaïs Nin
“Secrets. Need to disguise. The novel was born of this.”
Anaïs Nin
"But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover..."
Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Kubla Khan
Your lover’s drawing straws without you, better bid farewell;
he’d never time for rhyme or reason, so it’s just as well.
Slip out the curtained window quick, the future winks and calls,
ignoring paths of pagan gods, where faulty footsteps fall.
Identify faint flashbacks, cloaked and clustered in a heap
and sort out those you treasure most, you need or long to keep;
Forget about the epoch past, which wasn’t what you’d sought,
pursue instead remaining dreams before they come to naught.
Reflect no more on what it was he’d meant for you,
strike out ahead where something waits, has sent for you.
The graveyard night is haunted still, it hovers where you sleep
recalling souvenirs amassed, the ones that made you weep.
The poets poised in dungeon vaults, now growing old and bald,
retrace their palsied pleas in dust, like those that you once scrawled.
Except for runic proverbs carved on stone walls ill defined,
assumptions will not dog you that you dare to leave behind.
The fortune-tellers waiting at the moat for you
read tarot cards while setting sail a boat for you.
The road behind is empty now, the sky is painted black
so gather all the wisdom gained, no time for looking back.
Forego the prophets’ prophecies, so tempting to pursue -
although they might be asked advice, they seldom have a clue.
Reject the secrets they reveal, enveloped in their guile,
which be betrayed between the tombs in ruins of their smile.
They’re waiting with a fractured rule of thumb for you
while beating on a perforated drum for you.
A sand-glass dribbles distant dunes, the sun dial’s shadow’s late,
so now’s the time for slipping through the open swinging gate.
A joker wild defies the fools to read between the lines
in search of cryptic radiance the future world enshrines -
“the days ahead will wake again like waves before the dawn
when picking up the pieces left behind a passing pawn.”
A noble knight awaits to clear the board for you
when, soon, a cup of nectar wine is poured for you.
His unimaginable pain is like a river,
Winding deep & long through his heart.
Nightmares & flashbacks on the regular,
Consume his thoughts from day till dark.
Watching scenes unfold that no child should,
Induced anger, pain and a silent rage.
Years and years of traumatic experiences,
Incarcerated his feelings at an early age.
I've often wondered how he did it,
He shouldn't have made it out alive.
A young boy afraid, cold and alone,
Teaching himself how to simply survive.
My sheltered mind can't begin to comprehend,
The severe damage you are carrying deep inside.
Watching your heart struggle with her addiction,
Planted roots of hurt your eyes can't hide.
Despite such an unfortunate childhood,
You grew into a great man, sharp & strong.
Bootcamps, Grandparents, & positive influences,
Revealed The Hidden Warrior inside you all along.
Through definite struggles both past & present,
Has made each day seem like an uphill climb.
God saw fit to bless you with a good woman,
To have and hold until the very end of time.
Representing everything you wanted in a woman,
She is beautiful, loyal and full of selflessness.
A long awaited, answered, life long prayer,
Who'll replace your pain with her loving tenderness.
From the moment we met that day,
I knew you were my soul's true love.
Your smile ignited a whole new fire.
A unique flame sent directly from above.
Thank you for choosing my broken heart,
You will protect it both day and night.
No one has ever made me feel so loved,
I finally feel like I did something right.
I promise to heal what's shattered inside,
No matter how long this road will be.
We have the rest of our lives to live,
Take my hand and hold on tight to me.
Time ticks away as a new dawn strokes your splitting heart,
with your mood swings re-writing my emphatic poetical art.
Although the fear of your demons may grip my soul
I am now immune to all the personalities you can't control.
I am lost without the warmth of your crystalline eyes,
so let your tears implode upon me under turbulent skies.
I've seen crimson and aquamarine ambers outside your tinted mists,
without boundaries or limitations, I'm one who always persists.
As I recognize the repetitive push and pull for the fearful,
you've so impulsively strained against us with forces so powerful.
I never knew there would be something sweet about a fatal kiss,
but the moment I laid my eyes upon your soul's tender bliss,
I knew no, amount of pressure could keep us apart.
despite my mind, always on an endless loop to restart,
I'll never stop trying to be by your side,
despite the havoc I will understand you tried.
There have been times you've named my trust an unfaithful land,
yet in times of turmoil you've never forgotten the future we planned.
Let me mould those wheels into emerald wrecking balls,
so we can tentatively tarnish all the forgotten falls,
as you swim from the flashbacks and triggers of satanic seas,
my arms shall always be right in-front, just as you need them to be.
Remember you'll regret loving me without maturity;
You’Il insanely struggle with immense insecurity,
because I will not let your imagination push me to insanity.
My spirit will guide me even when you feel disorientated,
as the keyholder to my chains, with you I feel liberated.
I'll constantly remind you of this forevermore,
When your fears overtake you like an irrational war.
A flamboyant love with a beloved muse,
Transcendent and captivating, the spirit destined to confuse.
As time currents flow, the hearts ignite and swell with amour,
Unveiling words of enchantment leaf by leaf in a tome like an author.
Every encounter with your visage makes me run wild,
To a degree of delineating all the giddiness like I'm a child.
Behind the intense fervor lies heartache and profound scars,
A trapped soul desperately yearning to grasp with distant stars.
The unbearable ache of healing and moving on,
Flashbacks and memories haunting silent intervals from dusk till dawn.
Mixed feelings of confusion and regret,
With a shattered heart that forgives but never forgets.
A heart laid bare awaiting to be loved and healed,
Yet never allowing entry even if they appealed.
From the ruins of love emerge bittersweet endings,
Unlurking shadows of love that bring fleeting winnings.
Touching the soul to its bottomless core,
Leaving the heart in pieces, sore.
Splitting straws reveal tears of unfair truth
long and short of it bugs with ugly voices swear
Finding you are under the carpet
hiding inside echoes disturbing peace
The breaking point makes a stand rightly silence
shattering glass on the surface breaks code
Mirrored reflection flashbacks past repeating sins
Playing the same old downer breaking feelings
Rewinding backwards sorry does not get it anymore
That shows a moon's face upside down frowning
Thanking the lucky stars above
in destinies quest unfolding
We all know our soul purpose love remains true
there we see the snake that holds chains hurt
Legion of cold icy rain runs down the cheeks
demon your breath touches deep a fired memory
Torturing a body heart and mind aches with grief
Loveless my eyes just swam away lost direction
Caught drifting on cloud nine of your breath
frozen particles remain completely cold
spawning new direction forward and out
Being strong is his only option
Satisfaction is not always the fulfillment of what you want
when you gets stuck in an unwanted situation
Witch hunting and lynsjing
He loses control and it makes him desperate
The bitterness has taken over, as a development of a toxic virus
Bile from the stomach leaves a bitter taste on the tongue
His defense mechanisms are in constant preparedness
It's about making choices and all choices have consequences
A fear of losing his identity, total paranoia
Thoughts like a spider web in destruction
The water is polluted, rape of our world
Twisted lines of madness ...
nightmares, tears and flashbacks
He does not know the rhythm of the music
Brainstorm Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
~ 4th place in the contest ~
16.10.2018
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Who is that woman in the mirror?
The big blank eyes.
The mouth that never smiles.
The hands, always shaking.
I don't know her.
What can I do?
I am afraid of everything and everybody.
I only want to be home.
But I don't want to be alone.
I don't feel safe.
Why am I always crying?
Anxiety attacks that take my breath away.
Flashbacks of violence, so lifelike.
My body still hurts from his fists.
I don't know why I can't heal.
When will I be me again?
He stole who I was.
He broke me into a million pieces.
Then he gave the pieces back.
I don't know where the last piece is.
Where will I end up?
If I don't have that last piece,
Am I still a survivor?
I'm a blank image.
Alone. Unsafe.
Crying, anxiety, flashbacks and hurting.
Unhealed.
Please tell me,
Is that really "surviving"?
Loneliness makes his usual rounds
As he listens to lonely hearts pound
He visits the woman who's up in years
And helps her dry her lonely tears
Her children don't come around anymore
It is always loneliness who knocks on her door
He goes to the house of the little boy and knocks on the door
The boy's mother is hardly ever home
The scared child hides when he hears thunder roar
And his tears fall on the dusty floor
His heart races as the storm roams
Loneliness moves on to the dwelling of an old war veteran
Who lost both legs in Vietnam
He has no dreams, just lonely plans
Flashbacks wake him from his sleep
And it makes him weep
Then loneliness visits those who have no home
They are the ones who are truly alone
They have such a meager existence
They've lost their souls, their very essence
It seems they've cried out all their tears
All they've left is a vacant stare
And when all those lonely tears have accrued
Loneliness transforms them into the river of solitude
~~
Contest name : Faces of loneliness
Sponsor : Frank H.