Past. Poems - Poems about Past.

I am scared, Totally confused I fear the worst  Of the world this time. Why did this happen? Why oh why to him? My sweet baby brother. So young is he, I cannot understand Why this does happen. While muscles may grow And the heart beats harder, Too hard, it beats. Trouble has started. I wish that this would end. So young is he, To put up with this life. Too full...

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M-emories A-utomatically R-eturn I-nto T-he E-cho's S-ilence ©bfa061025 Monocrostic (Birthday of Marites Regis) ...

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A chick plucked off its wing Down the tall oak branches it sung A song sung nigh free of yearning Down the hazy amber elm til its life hung Near the shore, a kindred spirit melted its last candle Melted under the dark night sky, its damping light drew him closer Resuscitating his clockwork, its hand ticked, he threw himself...

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Through the beige isle, veins of green holler aloud Lush foliages of maple, yet I pick upon a rosebud Mists of sentiment brabble, springing whistles of reminiscing From the floor, they call out to me, unrelenting I kept at it, pacing across the vast meadow Lights begin to dim, even so, I shall escape under the nightly glow Along the paths,...

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lights crack, breezes of salt drown the eyes Toss heads of dye, howls collide, the waves still Pacing the wharf, glances leer throughout, giants tear through the skies Decrepit soul, thirst of white, it is a race to uphill To a place of barren dreams, no ink to spare Quakes crash, again, again, I'm awake, no... , you won't reach...

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Probably occurred about mid semester in 2018 Epic perhaps, there was a missed opportunity? From a challenge contest to pen another poem But this is stuff that men say in an asylum At the time my ideas were a jumble of mess Could this be part of a hero's quest? The state governor jerry was speaking on campus An acquaintance...

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A Monument to a Murdered Love The walks with my ghost on beautiful mornings were taken. On late afternoon evenings, the walk goes to the sad night. “Sad nights?” Asked my ghost.“ I think the harvest was good.” Said my ghost. Yes, my ghost words always mirror the truth. His words, phrases, speeches, biography of life, the Titan. He is the...

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My fear is standing next to my set future, While my heart’s stuck deep in the past. Still wandering lost in a love that’s gone, Caught between what was and what’s to come. Waking up every day, forever holding your peace, walking through the hours lost in your dreams. Lying...

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The poetic image is not an echo of the past. On the contrary: through the brilliance of any image, the distant past resounds with echoes. – Gaston Bachelard If memories invade souls and minds, and mirrors reflect perception, it must follow that whispers reach into our psyche, replaying aural collages that echo of distant past....

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I came from the cracked earth, where sirens sang lullabies and gunshots kept rhythm like a mother’s heart— fast, then gone. We ate what we stole, slept where we fell, and called rusted chain-link fences the edge of the world. The old man left, the old lady broke, and love was a rumor we didn’t believe in. I bled young. Learned young. Fists before forgiveness, pain before prayer. But I built. One scar...

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Cherished moments of you so dear ...

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Often quiet evenings, when I read, Memories of you softly intrude Times when you were my only need Heady days of a love we pursued and saw only in glasses rose hued. Thoughts surface I wish would move on, as unknown others invade my sleep. They are interlopers, quickly spawned, spreading fantasies that grow and creep, like tangled vines invading my sleep. Dreams of you...

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Lying on the grass carpet, I met myself, A kid from the past oblivion. Sought my assistance, Questioned the path I travelled. We both talked an hour, Despite our dissimilarities, The faces were the same. It left me in awe initially, Calmed knowing it's me. The road I travelled, Not less a disappointment, Now I look back, it screams at me, They say I'm...

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The past and the future A war was coming our way as a patriot, I enlisted Although I was a bit elderly, I was accepted sent to a camp, with the rank of sergeant in charge of the kitchen When the war ended, I took the bus back to my village that looked the same as before, and...

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In this lonesome world that was robbed of light, you alone came and lit it up, you are my salvation, my hope and my life. I have regretted letting you go, I desire to have you at my arms length for the rest of my life, but I surmise, you never would want to be with...

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