Short History Repeats Itself Poems
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A loser once more.
Somehow, it happened again.
Oh so foolish me.
I thought I could win money.
History repeats itself.
History repeats itself
because it cannot be heard
leaders are deaf
to the warnings it sings
leaders wouldn't dare listen
if the topic it brings
are their mistakes and incompetence
the faults of mankind
no one listens to History
when History is right
Do you know
Love hurts when you don't want it
Your heart breaks more than mends
Life is not like the fairy tales
Do you know
Your eyes reveal all
Your smile hides it
Do you know
History repeats itself
But living in the past
Gives no hope for the future
Do you know
Form:
I believed Anita Hill;
So did all my friends.
History repeats itself;
We know how it ends.
Watching makes my stomach turn
For loyalists won’t budge
And thus the Court will have on board
Another suspect judge.
It really isn’t a surprise
When those in our regime
Distort the truth with consequences,
In this case, Supreme.
Weightless feeling, remembrance of something new
Total disregard for pain receptors, a tangled wire
A recaptured moment in time, a retaken picture
A rescind into misery, but it is okay. It’s normal
Applause for the inner vacuum, devouring entirely
A recap on events that have yet to take place
Some call it seeing into the future. “Prophecies”
But the truth of the matter is, history repeats itself
here i go, alone again
I find myself here now and then
history repeats itself, I guess
again I find, my life's a mess
so here I go, to find my place
reaching for this dream, a neverending race
still searching for where I should be
for that path in life that was meant for me
so here I go, alone again
still find myself here now and then
again i think old roads will end
but here I go, alone again
I saw the plane hit the tower that day
And today I saw them place the new crown
On the newest symbol of freedom
I was ment to see this just like I saw the other
And I wonder did God bring me this
Am I the wittness for the distruction
And the rebuilding of a temple
Do we look at it as the Israelites saw the second temple
Are the parents of young children telling about the former glory of
The twin towers that were there
There , history repeats itself before our very lives
the punch of the first note
the sound of your name
the sight of the number
invokes an ocean of emotion
the tickle of a memory
the hint of a smile tugging lips
the ache of a heart
what remains is just reminiscing
the last word
the last laugh
the last time
marks passing bisection of our worlds
the hourglass grains sliding away
the slipping grasp on affection
the tapering conversation
history repeats itself
but the consecutive will never be the same
How can it be that destiny falls down
Around me in the spirited night only
To disregard me in the daylight
When history repeats itself and
Grown men feel the need to cry
I will chain my soul to the moon
Howl at the sun and forever beg for
Mercy for I am the missing link in
My own story and I laugh at the irony
Of a life well-lived still falling short
A head in the stars still woefully grounded
Imagination is the key to longevity and
Without a doubt I will live for awhile
A record of how it is
May suggest how it will be
A record of how it was
Shape how you’ll perceive
In this world of information
In this recorded time of day
You can review the situation
And receive a little say
I’d rather not know how it would end
Even if history repeats itself once more
I’d rather create something new
Then bow to its rule
Don’t close your mind to its thoughts
Nor your soul to its dreams
For it creates what you have meant
And that’s been all to you and me
Mortal are us human kind
seeking peace with bated breath.
Immortality imparts the mind
to believe there is no death.
Immortality is really history …
writings from the then times wealth.
Replayed in a similar mode
as history repeats itself.
Each tiny fraction of the puzzle,
is ancient generations text,
leads the way to consider
what right now is needed next …
Each year reaches new horizons,
the past has been addressed -
and we live our life believing,
our time is the very best.