Short Distant Past Poems
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Summer
flows so quickly
into Autumn's yearning arms
like lovers
from a distant past
that finally meet once more.
C.W
Dating vague memories
Voice from the distant past
Do I dare brave the unknown?
Am I chasing dreams
Or am I chasing ghosts
She doesn't remember her son.
She lives somewhere in the distant past.
She's happy, that's what counts.
AP: 2nd place 2026
Huge Sequoia Trees
Harboring birds in branches
Red Tail Hawk Looks down
Regal in our view
Keepers of the distant past
Huge Sequoia trees
es 1.30.2011
In the solitary hours
cigarettes are my only friends.
Flames of love are a distant past;
the future too far a journey.
Ashes to ashes
in this house of shadows.
In the solitary hours
cigarettes are my only friends.
Flames of love are a distant past;
the future too far a journey.
Ashes to ashes
in this house of shadows.
When we imagine stars
or celestial bodies that
are millions of light-years away,
we are looking at how they were
in the distant past of
billions of years ago.... !
sustained energy
powering of green
dreams
new generations of
pleasant surprises
amidst persisting gloom
black smoke
in the distant past
she is sleeping
like an innocent
child
Form:
like and ancient relic from a distant past
the faded carbon copy of who he never was
a meaningless error in the history of humankind
and yet there is hope of finding out truths
about life suffering miracles and mostly himself
a ripple in time
opens the escape into
the distant past
to visit memories lived
with those who have gone to dust
while present moments
become forever lost in
a ripple in time
(inspired by care giving for my mother who has alzheimers)
Hot hot from the pot
The Earl of Grey
To start my day.
We sit and chatter
About this and that
Socrates and Plato
And things like that.
From a distant past
We flow through time,
Unfolding a future
Of precious dreams of mine.
Simon says Trump is dead in the water
Perhaps keep his mouth shut, yes, he oughter
Fade into distant past
For peace we need at last
Perhaps he has a sensible daughter!
Written November 19, 2022
10/10/6/6/10
Beyond the veil, in other worlds nearby,
sensed or seen dimly in the third eye.
Mystical beings, where secrets sought,
in distant past, by myths shrouded.
Hidden universes crowded,
beyond belief, fantasy or not?
For the "fantasy" contest
Formless and soft gossamer air
Wherein twilight ghosts reside
My senses and mind are gently invaded
Willingly captive to distant past.
Palatine Hill
Liberum Divisa
Poetry Contest
Sponsored
By
Gregory Richard Barden
30-08-2021
It's not the colour of your skin
It's the passion that resides within
Those of us who have a brain
Don't want these problems to remain
We need to try our very best
To put the distant past to rest
Marching forward together in peace
Helping all our problems to decrease
Memories of a summer day,
chasing colder winds away
Lasting treasures so defined,
lace the corners of my mind
Zephyrs of a distant past,
breath unto my soul’s repast
Every hope and wish redeemed
—melting fast this winter freeze
(First Book Of Prayers: December, 2021)
Like a hard drive out of memory,
Alzheimer’s attacks
The downloads that you stored before,
still there and looking back
All recent entries in the trash,
a reboot not the fix
The present distant—past so close,
and future nondescript
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)
I could hardly remember
yet i can barely forget
how those lips feel against mine
every thought with regret
I've trodden this road
I've been here before
in this place of indecision
I've been beaten and sore
the life that I've known
are but memories now
of a distant past
and of broken vows
When I am but a fossil
All bones, no flesh
Crushed in the earth,
I will dream of discovery
By scientists pondering
Who I was…,
When I lived.
When I am but a fossil
From the distant past
Will someone
Of great renown
Reconstruct me, and ask
Who I was…,
When I lived?
Herald Hermit is a man
Who for see's the future fast
As his eyes are envelopes
Diaries of distant past
As a Hermit he is this
As a Hermit loneliness
In a dark descriptive room
Watching the decay of day
Talking to his thoughts in time
Married moon-and he the groom
As a hermit loneliness
As a Herald Hermit is
Pride in my body
Wonder in my thoughts
Living my life
While the rest of the world rots
Molding my life
From my distant past
Growing up and aging
Entirely too fast
Catching up with life
Laid in riddles
Musically requited
By out-of-tune fiddles
Sinister blockage
Halting my life
Dead-end silence
Like a sharpened knife
Listen to poem:
her eyes piercing
at times drifting off
into a distant past
without a word
i imagined how
in a flashback
she'd remember
as in a trance
unspeakable atrocities
barely survived
over in europe
in the early forties
how 'lucky' she was
loved ones fallen never forgotten
etched forever in her heart
AP: 3rd place 2021
Memories are all I have,
Intense and suffocating.
Churned out emotions needing salves
Healed, yet unrelenting
Abject surrender to your wiles
Embittered by time
Looming reminiscence of your smiles
Sealed in my mind
Anguishing on a future lost
Grieving over what once was,
Agonizing at what it has cost
Remembering mem'ries of a distant past
Drowsiness envelopes...
Under a starless night
Where light from an old tungsten bulb
Faintly penetrate a tree's thin leaves
My mind seeks a nostalgia I never seemed to find.
A faint cold breeze blew,
Whispering memories of a distant past...
I yearn for the wind
For the rain and the storm
Though it reminds me of a certain death...
My Death.
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.