Short Flashbacks Poems
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flashbacks are corkscrews!
each loop
entwines
what was,
with what
could be,
when cork
pops!
Flashbacks are the safe havens
for those who want to escape
from their mundane routines.
2nd Place
Under the jacaranda tree,
hoping for some shade,
I dream old dreams
evoking immemorial flashbacks.
Placed 3
A sudden embarrassment,
a moment of shame
A lifetime remembered
—in flashbacks of pain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
The xanthous muse flies
New book scent and candle wax
Waltz of butterflies
Soft turns wonder at flashbacks
Waits for exciting climax
Caught inside a memory,
with flashbacks of desire
Your scent returns as lightning
—my heart a copper wire
(Dreamsleep: October, 2020)
Fall is a time capsule.
Precious moments turn into memories we treasure.
We become collectors of flashbacks.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2026
I hear you
Pounding loudly
Soundly
Falling fast asleep
Each drop
Flashbacks
Going back and forth
Pores raising
The sound of rain
Starting all over again
No relaxation
Must keep my distance from you
I see flashbacks of your face
You don't have me trapped
Your comments I will ignore
I'm safe from your delusions
enduring
flashbacks
of traumatic experience
of almost drowning;
he swears
he's never going
swimming...
again.
Illusions,symbols of childhood,
coloured filled swathes of painterly
hues.A private fantasy in slow
motion suspended in space.An
abstracted blur in flashbacks of
yesteryear,caught in a daydream.
I choke on this frigid air,
riding with the windows down;
Melodic foreboding sound
beats slowly against my mind;
Flashbacks jolt my steering wheel;
Worn out drive needs a new track,
our playlist of memories.
f ervid
l ayered ~
a rrive unbidden ~
s napshots of joy
h earten same ~
b ully reviews
a dmonish ...
c austically
k notting
s erenity
traditionalist
stoic
genius:
influence
status
myths:
rhythms
sensations
flashbacks:
legendary
unique
alive:
passionate
procreate
survive
The taste of blood
Is upon my tongue
The screams within my head.
Freighten of this nightmare ?
Flashbacks of a bloody knife
With the rotten smell
Still in the air.
Just a nightmare I keep saying
Or could it be I'm insane ?
Memories so vivid
Feelings so deep
Visceral flashbacks
Sparked by a song
The essence of time
Transcended
For a moment
For just a moment
Is life linear?
Feelings belie
Back to what is perceived
As reality
Our Mysterial World
Our Mysterial World
I dissociate to observe myself
from outside my body
I feel separated
I’m dreaming
Flashbacks torrent
I’m in one place
yet my psyche is in another
Simultaneous presence
At ease with bilocation.
The words are still perfect
as speech becomes marred
Intention unblemished
delivery though scarred
The memories embedded
all flashbacks infirm
Escape now for others
—their light yet to burn
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
These days seem familiar
Like my messy hair,
Each memory; a strand of hair
Every brushstroke
I see flashbacks of renowned moments
Distant memories; they begin to fade
Every brushstroke
Putting my hair in place
Now looking like beauty and grace
Ready to begin my day
The flashbacks hurt me
drifting to times of love, smiling
or when the anger began
every moment
reliving, contemplating
no patience
must understand
obsession
cant function
life falling apart
her face
its always smiling
she hid her face when angry
she is hiding now
Form:
Historical Foreshadowing
Marring-
The once brilliant Sanctuary
-A commonplace Event-
Without a place.
An opening up
Of old and new torments
And
Run
On
Thoughts
-Half Unanswered-
Stop at the border
-In semidarkness-
The edge of eternity.
Days pass aloof to all hearts reap,
strays memories we wish to keep.
Ploys of time constantly remold
joys that we wish to ever hold.
While eyes close to deeply reflect,
vile time spies flashbacks to infect.
Should time leave my recall intact -
could be my joy would first react!
Around, all around, the dark memories gather.
My dread grows as the dark one's touch falls against
my naked soul.
It mutilates me, and darkly my blood drips to the broken ground.
In horror I cry out while the reaper takes me
Now alone, my essence falls upon darkened eyes.
THIS IS MY HELL.
Your touch.
Your love.
Your voice.
Comes back to me
in flashbacks.
Your pain.
Your hungry gaze.
Your possessiveness.
Comes back to me
in flashbacks.
Your anger.
Your guilt.
Your power.
Comes back to me
in flashbacks.
My brokenness.
My pain.
My memory.
Comes back to me,
In flashbacks.
As the knife carves into my wrist
As the belt tightens around my throat
The pain is increasing
But so are the flashbacks
You hurt me
You took all of me
And gave me back a broken heart
So i am slicing away my pain
Choking away my hurt
I am dead
Maybe if i never met you i would still be alive
But no
I am dead
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