Past. Poems - Poems about Past.

In the depths of my being, where shadows merge with the light of the past, scars find their home like birds returning to their old nest, carrying colors faded by time, from pure white to the gray of forgotten memories, and pain, a whispered melody, becomes bearable, a constant echo of existence. I have tried to tear them from...

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Crazy how past days weighs heavily on each raindrop passing by, as a train token in the abyss, it sinks deeper subconsciously, i reminisce, careful thoughts glide over ice, paradise is not enough to suffice the wreckage that ensued under the night sky, mind afloat in the flood of broken hopes, staying above not wanting to drown, gazing upward, it persists, clenching it's fists it insists to seek help through the mist, as raindrops carry time shops to swap eternity when it stops....

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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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A sad time for children in foreign parts that have no Target stores to be lost and found in. Sad for inflatable Santa's gunned down by B.B pellets. For all the children, pets and reindeer that do not make the last fuzzy bit of the six p.m. news. I’m working on my happiness, not forcing anything, being considerate to people and their...

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It was windy, greenery with some sprinkle of the big bright sun. You walked past me, smiling brighter than the sun. Covered in a cladded silky white dress, You bring the cold breeze. I stare at your back, Then to your smile. Slowly reminiscing, The past that we shared. I missed those days, Days when you and I are having fun. I would...

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I finally went dancing again This time my partner was a ghost from the past Their movements so fluid that it felt like I was on an island Their touch so cold I thought I would catch hypothermia Their face so distorted colors bent and contracted around them We twirled and waltzed throughout the night We both knew the steps One...

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M-emories A-lways E-cho B-ecause O-ur N-ice T-ogetherness O-ccurs ©bfa050225 Monocrostic (Birthday of Mae Bonto)...

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Glass reflects behind, Fading scenes of yesterday, Gone, yet still in view. ©bfa051725 ...

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I remember, I remember the pain, I remember the fear. The loss, the anger, the hurt. Friendships I thought might last forever, Torn apart too soon. People I loved now lost to me. Years ago, I wrote a letter, An old song from the depths of my heart. In this letter, I recall The crushing, clenching pain. I thought it was gone, old and fixed, Oh...

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Do not turn back, the past is grave, Its echoes haunt, its hands enslave. The road behind is lined with ghosts, Their voices call, their sorrow boasts. Each step you take, the past will plead, But forward lies the path you need. The hands of time will twist and pull, Yet looking back will take its toll. The doors...

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Now I understand why ghosts rise from the past, shimmering shadows and whispers, For the past never truly dies; it just hides in dark, deep corners, Until silence can no longer last and echoes begin to sing again, It’s in the mirror, in the voice that sounds like mine, in that endlessly repeated "I’m fine." All the things I've...

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This is nothing, just a leaf, brown, old, found love For your life, my goal for you, I am nothing in your plan This open. Open. The blocked mine. Crystal ore. Light Living with you. The miner is dead. I am a blade of grass Find, just find, it is lost. Incredible love. This is yours. Was I needed. Yes....

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If you could go back, even just once Would you fall for a face or feel for a heart? Would you still ignore that quiet voice inside Or would you trust it this time & let it guide? Would you laugh a little more, cry a little less Take the messy road, stop the guess? Would you stop chasing perfect, slow...

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There are many things that remind me of you. Every time the sun sets, And the sky paints itself in thousands of colors, I see you. The songs you once played, They still linger in my playlist. They set my mood and carry me back in time, As if I am living it all over again. Sometimes, strangers walk by Wearing your fragrance. For a...

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I met them at work, Dressed perfect for this art— Crop tops that teased, And curves played their part. They were mining, The rarest of ores— Soft as glass, Pure as stars. No shovels in hand, Just allure and sway. Bodies bare, daring to be The "baddies" of the day. A man desperate to find, Something pure, something kind. Craving love to ease his mind, Like a baby, unrefined. But miners...

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