Pasts Poems - Poems about Pasts

Something has you really dazed You seem lost and kind of phased Confused, hurt and really blue Tell me what happened to you What made you feel like this Taking away all your bliss Leaving you in a weird place There's a look upon your face That is new--your eyes are blank It's like somebody took a crank Winding you up--letting go Watching your emotions flow From...

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tactic torrents tuned punctured pills puked hoisted horizon hanker tuning tiers trigger felon fiends whooshed wanky wind booed bounty bills bruised lofty lists cruised dark drips drooled sour syllables glazed with wet waste gaunt gores graced porous pasts pulsed vying gifts gulped. '20:03:11:15:06 Note: Dedicated to William Blake....

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You are not defined by the ghosts of Christmas past, or by the ghosts of Christmas future, but by the magical reality that we can define our Christmas present. We can learn from our joys and sorrows, our trials and tribulations, to love one another a little more today than we did yesterday. And maybe,...

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Jump exactly with the frogs Jam as you like as lizards Jew the gums as the flying wizards Jeopardize life has no pasts....

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Something has you really dazed You seem lost and kind of phased Confused, hurt and really blue Tell me what happened to you What made you feel like this Taking away all your bliss Leaving you in a weird place There's a look upon your face That is new--your eyes are blank It's like somebody took a crank Winding you up--letting go Watching your emotions flow From...

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a bouncing ball against a wall conkers bashed as Autumn falls the swish of a skipping rope: milk bottles clinking in a crate grate of chalk upon the slate the tinkle of five-stones on a...

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Many times I pass my old home remembering the many past times that were birthed there, like a new-born child coming into the world; purity is untarnished and whole. Memories encrusted in its walls, slowly being covered with cobwebs and dust created by unknown spirits. Many pasts become tainted with unwanted and unwelcome entities that many become false and are then forgotten, like a sudden wave...

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I am the one of us As you are the one as i We write from our hearts And watch our poetry ply Our words grow from our thoughts And grace surfaces we scribe All words are free to us For its in our writes transcribed We write about our pasts And the times in our lives Of nature and its wars Where daily life...

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Lost Pasts Nostalgia follows the heart back through time. Fantasy pasts seem better. I ask, “Are lost dreams real?” © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen January 20, 2010 Poetic form: Kimo...

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My, heart pours out to my Love A love of today, Helping to close the books of yesteryear Bad loves, heart ripping past Watching my heart break in the worst way Now a Prince on a White Stallion has come for this broken soul One clocked year of healing Growing inside and learning the feelings of...

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