Looking Back Poems - Poems about Looking Back

Looking Back At Trump's Capital Assault Twice From that storm-driven dark day.~ I saw rioters chanting U-S-A, U-S-A.~ And raging, raging, having their stay.~ Like wound-up robots with words to say.~ The mob-like lapped the Capital and its prey.~ Then raced through the steps of Trump's relay.~ For there they were under his spell and play.~...

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I don't know any happy super rich people -- a friend of wealth once told me: "See all this, a huge property and home, dripping gold gilt, "I have nothing...." I thought, myself spared leaving, as I gave my vehicle the usual primer finessing of the gas pedal, before it would prayerfully start -- Of course, having spent much of my life with those suffering, I...

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P r o c r a s t i n a t i o n Seems doggedly determined To anchor me to today; Tells me to set sail tomorrow, But I'm already on the...

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Have to look back Have change a lot Over the years....

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Looking back, I’m ashamed of what I was, A mirror shows the choices I regret. In shadows of the past, I see my flaws, Yet wisdom’s light has guided me, I bet. I wandered lost, each step a trial’s cost, With every wrong turn, pain would carve its mark. Yet from the struggle, lessons were embossed, And in each failure, hope would...

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Home Songs Love and nature 92 Period of composition (Bangla): Nineteenth Vadra, 1346 Period of composition (After Christ) September 5, 1939 Place of composition: Shantiniketan Again and again, looking back to thee, once more, Days and nights these foamy churns awakened, in parables, mind approached out there, rested on armrest The verses and the divine bell, awakened on the festive zeal, with the...

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Dying in perspective The cart within the horse The end a retrospective When running — your last course (Dreamsleep: July, 2024) ...

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Being stuck in the past Life passes so fast Days go by Seems to fly Sometimes I wonder where the days all went Was it time well spent When I am looking back The memories seem to attack When did this day become night Will time make things right Staying in the fight Living one day at a time Looking for the right rhyme With myself I...

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The destiny of my parents was to be ignored by a vaguely dismantled child. The youth grew, his mind so dispersed, that he hardly saw them anymore. How can you tell, when your filial emotions are all stuck in a knuckled first? Years passed, parents passed, time passed and the child, became an old man. Only then did he see again, a mother doing her best, a...

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Looking back I wonder where that young boy would like to have been so many years down the road if he could see then where he would be now would he still embark on that journey the one that took him here would he perhaps delay his departure give it more thought make different choices go down different paths it is the most common and perhaps the most...

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Looking back Honestly and wholeheartedly Having to assess evaluate My life up until this very moment and point In time I have lived this far I would have to judge myself In two completely different parts The old me today and and when I was young Because I can quite honestly say Although they are still both me The younger version of me has changed Through...

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I am in awe of her beauty, a laugh that lights a room, a presence that can't be ignored. I am caught and can't escape. She is out of my reach, a space between us. I want to talk and get close but no, there is no chance. I can't get near She is more than me, I am nothing to her. I can't...

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If we want to see less people looking back in anger, We need to give them more to look forward to, Like old age, Like 3 square meals a day, Like being listened to, Like less waiting time for that operation, Like a place to shower, Like actual mail in their letter box, Like an end to the beatings, Like job security, Like being valued...

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Inevitably places have changed, where I was born looks like an alien city to me, it's now a tourist trap for indigenous aliens. The world was younger back then. people were more dangerous yet much kinder. We once carried books around, we loaded cars and pushbikes with travel books and the poetry of adventurers. We were old enough to be piratical. Of course the...

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I see myself today as once I saw others, ...

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