Past Tense Poems - Poems about Past Tense

I walked knowingly into the trap as a boat sails over Charybdis. Afraid of showing tell-tale marks up and down my arms. I gave in to the lesser evil, went astray, searching indiscriminately for an escape. My search lead me to a certain type of website. Taking refuge in my libido, I removed my clothes, alone. My body laid bare, for the asking. My hands...

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Don't worry now about past tense, It's gone, passe'~ no longer hence. Forget all those words left unsaid, moments still waiting, books unread. The future will come, enticed or not Enjoy the days time has brought....

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I could make excuses Or claim I was possessed But fact would find its way out Of duplicity confessed So I will speak those truths Clandestine in my past Although far from my first mistakes I vow each one the last I have worshiped money My words have been profane I have ignored the Sabbath And caused my parents pain I’ve smashed some helpless insects Thought things much...

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WITH EVERY YESTERDAY IS A TIME GONE BY THOSE DAYS AHEAD MIGHT BE BETTER IF THEN IN THESE IFINISM WE DO THE SAME TO BE CATCH IN THE CHANGE BARRANCE OF SAME YET WHICH DAYS MIGHT WE CREATE A CHANGE TO LEARN FROM THOSE DAYS GONE BY HALF A DAY SPENT BEING FOOLISH IS A HALF A DAY SOMEONE ASKEST WHY WHEN THE WHEELS START AND THE GRAIN IS...

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we starved. we danced....

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The only difference between you and me is... You thought of me sometimes While I... I think of you always...

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I don’t understand the past tense. Why is it that fight is fought? And catch is caught when liked for like is right. And what about sighted is that a past tense of sight? The list is endless, and I spent hours amazed by all of it. It was worse than a stinky sweaty work-out so I sweated! Notice the t...

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Past Tense The pain and this grief is held close to my chest is, all that is left is becomes past tense. Memory now vanishing, this work of remembering is love without vibrancy, vitality or motion. No aroma of the moment is more smelling than thinking is. All that is left is Clenching a shadow not caressing her flesh, is all that is left is; Another kind of...

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I used to believe that death maybe easier, my only escape. The only way out of everything I hate. But suicide is not my fate. So I looked at what I came from: A family broke of money, broke of love, broke from any belief that someones up above. Listening to our prayers. Tired of...

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Perfect day, anyway Nothing left to say Holding on to Don't you ever fade Never go away Past tense, enraptured Everything is captured In my mind, going over How this can really be What we have shattered One by one, against me It's all adding up now We didn't count to you Now it is best of luck Like some random other I'll be waiting to Through any season I'm not stuck...

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Scent upon a breeze Blows so softly past my cheek Memories invade...

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There's never a quiet moment in this orphanage of lost thoughts. Every night I meander into group therapy alone. I wonder which lost soul I'll save tonight, And by the way, who am I? AM/FM contraband, Broadcast to the city of the already damned. Broken bottles shipwrecked again, Driftwood diaries left to repent. I never knew what I thought you knew. Barren, vast, and...

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