Short Go Past Poems
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So now I sit and watch the years go past
I wonder how my children grew so fast
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What you think is what you are
Be careful where you think to go
Rise up and fly beyond a star
Send some love out very far
Look up beyond the trees and clouds
Far beyond our earthen shrouds
See the universe at last
And watch the galaxies go past
Beyond The Sea Line
One day I wish to go past the line where
The sky and the sea meet,
I wish to sail on the water while the
Dramatic breeze blows through my hair
I wish to live my life the way I want and
Be free and happy, with no worries.
Wake up
Hair messed
Stand up
Get dressed
Go there
Punch in
Pay her
Pay him
The hours
Go past
Work done
Go fast
Talk with
My friends
They are
The end
Eat food
Good cook
Read news
Caught crook
The world
So deep
I'm going
To sleep
Have faith
Let go past
Forgive right now
Do not forget your dreams
Live now
Nayda Ivette
10-6-2015
Mile high eyes Miss Imagination,
beguile us with a new fairy tale.
Style the hair of an unruly wish
while writing a journey at grande scale.
No way let your eyes start to open,
throw out reality for daydreams.
Below your lids let your mind wander,
go past what is known aim for extremes.
Injury
One thing is true in this life we live,
it takes great passion to forgive.
Letting go past hurts and injuries,
caused by people’s selfish treacheries.
Realizing pay back’s not our own,
we move on, leaving insult alone.
Yet deep inside a recessed core,
there lurks a wound that is still sore.
9/26/16
Close your eyes
Open your left eye
Then your right eye
Count forward to one
Now close your right eye
Then your left eye
Count backwards to fifteen
Go past that number to sixty-eight
and then proceed backwards to it
Open both eyes
And see the world
In its totality
Count to twenty-nine
Open your heart
You are now ready
To conquer the world
Free at last!
Watching the clouds go past as time goes by.
Here one day gone the next no reason why.
I'm a slave to the grind and theres a war in my mind.
I'm no stranger to dreaming but they've left me behind.
It's a long hard road just trying to survive.
all the people you meet are just staying alive.
It's a long day when you struggle and strive.
working all week just trying to get by.
The emptiness of this room
As it gets closer and closer
Alone and deserted without no one in sight
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It is so sad you gone
Left me in the air of no return
My heart is broken
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The days go past me without a word said
The mornings feel lonely
The nights are more empty
WITH DAYS.
With days long gone
But venom still strong
As if core of universe
Conspiring against itself
Ensouled grief all along.
Tell me tales not of demise
Ended in clay the beauteous forms
As if had annulled everything anew
Scenes of wrath into teared storms.
Let us go past dreaded dreams
With outrage to devise anew
Life’s stumbling gait to rectify
Flying across saline streams.
I saw a cloud go drifting by
and doing so I cast my eye
upon another puff of white
following the first one’s flight.
The two they traveled stern to bow
by wind and sky I know not how
but onward, onward they did sail
their speed increasing with the gale.
So what am I to do at last
just sit and watch the clouds go past
or follow them to lands beyond?
Yes! Follow them to lands beyond!
I am running the Sconset bluff path.
I go past darkened houses,
black out curtains hanging,
past Linda Thomas and Jolene Baer
who are chasing rabbits into the privet hedges.
Their fathers call out to them-
“Careful girls!”-
drinks sloshing, ice tinkling
as I go by invisible,
yet sensed.
A summer later,
I will be gone.
Starched, ironed khakis
in a trunk wait ahead in my room.
The beginning and end
of a life never started.
After Not Standing the Smell
Seems like wherever we did dwell,
After having sat for a short spell,
Confession;
A question;
Why could we not stand the smell.
Jim Horn
Odor of Each Voter with Mouth that Is a Motor
Was something about the odor,
That emitted from every voter;
Rather quaint,
And a saint,
Having mouth run by a motor.
Jim Horn
Might as well write them all together
so I will not go past my limit of 10.
Places that once had names
changed by wind and rain
and sun and shifting sands
once mapped and framed
bad lands claim
dry bones.
Desert meets sky
and rivers run dry
and road is lost
to all who try
to find their way
to shining pools
of silver lies
miraged below
forgetful skies.
Days go past in time lapsed
skies changing fast to black
to red to blue to white
and back again
to no end
in sight.
4/7/14
A dry, December snow,
full moon behind the clouds,
diffuse, silvery glow,
casts blue tint all around,
Road layered in bright white,
the plows yet to go past,
serene scene cannot last,
sparkle of Christmas lights.
There’s no life to be seen,
as if the world’s on pause,
just half-darkness and me,
watching powdery frost.
Austere ice, ageless, cold,
here and gone every year,
the brisk wind makes eyes tear,
a pale night, shrouded, old…
This time in June as days are fair and bright,
Brig Copenhagen takes her leave from coast
to sail on Java's way for copra white.
Bet's made with schooner Captain Jake that most
in Brigantine returns first,aye, our boast.
The sheets are filling wide with breeze this day,
to gentle Zephyr we lift high a toast.
Swells go past oak boards showing gleams of spray
Toward Java we run free without delay
Good time lest blame foul weather moves our way.
My heart felt heavy when I saw your picture.
A beautiful pixie even still as we get older.
What should have been and what will never be.
And time to dream about you in eternity.
What is my name, I cannot speak.
Months go past and I feel so weak.
That's how I felt back when I was young,
Unable to make my stand or feel strong.
A beautiful woman turned sixty today.
I wish I was there to give her a hug.
And say to her maybe we might take a walk.
I was a sitting duck when the tide came in.
No idea it would go past my chin.
I struggled and I flopped.
I bucked and I hopped.
It took me way out to sea.
I went under quickly, poor little me.
But a dolphin came along and gave me a push.
That old water threw me up in a whoosh.
I found myself all safe and sound.
To say thanks I looked all around.
But the dolphin was gone with a flip and a wink,
And I resumed washing dishes in our old kitchen sink.
i am going
to close
my eyes
and when i do
i' m going to count
to ten
so get ready
i going to find
you
all my
little friends
here i go
starting with the
number one
till i get to
ten
ready, set,
go...
one, two
I can hear
your shoes
three, four
there running
across the
kitchen floor
five, six
they sound like
a bag of stick
seven, eight
don't go past
the baby gate
nine, ten
i found you!
so, lets do it
all over again.
Past Never
Forever Doesn't Last Too Long
If You Take a Different View
Consider for a Moment
The Love I Have for You
It Will Go past Never
On Through Eternity
Before You Have a Single Doubt
Of My Sincerity
So Love Me for All Time
Knowing I Love You
Past the Time Called Never
It's Something We Will Do
Now Take My Hand and Hold on Tight
This Journey Goes past Never
You Have Me and I Have You
It Will Be That Way Forever
Connie Moore
I want like I need
more takes the lead
and I follow in
this hollow sin
making all desire
the healthy fire
I want like I need
water feeds the seed
and running for
what I implore
I go past plenty
and snub the bentlee
I want like I need
for the cravings bleed
battered callous feet
struggles muscle's meat
extra not enough
is hoarding stuff
I want like I need
constant hungers feed
nothing to suffice
wanting rolls the dice
so that having heals
or so it feels
This time is the time,
Time to ascend over miseries
Overcome my barren dreams
Go past all broken promises,
And listen to words of insight
Awakening my journey with leap of hope;
This time is time,
Moment of truth,
Of breaking the cycle
Declutter my desires
And adopt artless sincerity,
As I admire waves breaking gently
Bringing back my good yesterday,
To move forward without heavy load,
And embrace life testament delightfully;
This time is the time
To sanctify my aliveness
Lost Moments
Dr Ranjit Dutta
Fleeting whispers
Smiles so bright,
Gone with wind
Into endless night.
Unclaimed kisses,
Unseen tears,
Echoes fade
All the years through.
Haze memory
Recalls
Missed opportunities
Once and all.
A bitter-sweet reminder
To see
The value of now
In destiny,
Each precious moment
A gift divine
Never comes again,
The chance to shine
Embrace the present,
Let go past
Only as past
Because the time's river,
Forever flows fast.