Short Old Times Poems
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All I have is borrowed
Love and hope tomorrow
Old times and memories
Art mine read carefully
Not the road to follow
Come love
hold me tight
like you did before
in old times
make me feel
loved inside
don't leave me alone
tonight.
Jessica
Flames
shimmer
like old times --
friends' raucous tales
Glow
Light up the lanterne
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June 17, 2025
Just like old times there's her familiar features
Peeking shyly up from the snow-clad earth,
Hair adorned with circlet of dainty flowers.
Beautiful Springtime.
Trout in sweet water
Rising up catching fireflies
The moon hues the waters blue
As I cast my line
I think back to the old times
Dad and I would fish all day
It is a mind-wandering time
Remember the old times
when illusions were distinct
Remember the old times
when a friendly chat
was all we needed
to brighten up our hearts
I am joining an old friend for brunch
(my calendar brings me good news).
We will meet at the bistro,
remembering old times
over eggs and toast -
grab a muffin
sit beachside
and gaze -
bliss!
I'm Not here for a long time
I'm here for a good time
So bring on the good wine
Let's dance and laugh like old times
Bring all your friends and
I will bring all my friends
Let's hope it never ends
Form:
I try to outlive my days,
with the fear of repercussions that might haunt me later on,
I imagine myself old yet young in a web of my own with boxes of memories refreshing the old times that I had once spun.
L-et
O-ne
U-nique
I-dea
S-imply
A-pply
M-essage
A-bout
Y-oung
A-ge
L-etting
C-omposer's
O-ld
T-imes
T-ell
Topic: Birthday of Poetess Louisa May Alcott (November 29)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
My old friend,
I can’t wait to speak
With you again.
The rose within my soul,
Maybe we could be…
You know.
However or whatever,
I know it may be like
Old times.
And maybe,
Just maybe,
We could be two
So divine.
Form:
Sitting there in the box, collecting dust,
They thought of the old times, when they were a must.
They were worn with passion and pride,
Now they're simply tossed aside.
They yearn for the next time to be looked at with lust.
the wind blows again
old times it blew and it stayed
you can see mountains clearly
days we looked for them
ah to be and not to be
see the mountains, not the wind
I am out of place.
ARABESQUE (triple Haiku)
faded lace old times
this favorite tune playing
“smoke gets in your eyes’
she said “I love you”
and at the moment meant it
time jaded spilt wine
simple arabesque
but oh so complicated
she said “I love you”
If you need a friend,
Then I’m here for you.
Always like old times.
When the world turns
There back on you.
I will be there by your side.
You have me to talk to.
If you have a bad day
or some one upsets you.
You can come to me,
I will be there for you.
Midnight, and the cork pops
All the old times miss me
Midnight, and all time stops
As ever so gently you kiss me
Midnight, and you are with me
One minute later, you are gone.
I wish I could find an Eve one year
When midnight would last the
Whole night long.
As sacred becomes the past, the old times laugh youth away--
the words, the music thrilled us with elated visions of life, and
we remember her lonely seduction at the high school dance:
'In love like this, crazy but it's true--
I only want to be in love with you...'
Being free, the fun felt good
Clouded, altered, a long way from home
Hoofed on many roads chosen
And- all about places known
From which to go onward, and roam
Being a drifter, wandering by foot
After all these past years yonder
Still remembering old times wander
Soul matters
Driving in the Californian sun
Reaching out of your car laughing at pedestrians
River flowing clear as day
Sunlight shining
Amazing flow
Old times
Drugs
Cocaine
Mafia
Alone in the Cali sun
Diamond rings
Glowing night
Amazing women
Oooooo!
Diamonds!
Form:
Bottle shared
with my mom’s bestie;
and it was good
to share old times;
now even this
is past times…
The good times roll
away, like
an empty bottle…
We’d laugh,
discuss,
until I had to go
and Judy left
with an “I love you.”
The best thing said
between two.
Not everyone enters the priesthood
To molest a child
Not everyone enters politics
To become corrupt
Not everyone becomes a prostitute
To earn money
Priests, politicians and prostitutes
May have nothing in common
But children, corruption and sex
Are no longer what they used to be
If only you could see that we
are not so far removed
from the men who stood beside
High Horses.
And bales of hay,
and especially cotton.
Fleeting herds and commodities
on societies take a toll.
Old times should never be forgotten,
but remembered as a lesson.
Or history has no soul.
Stuff from old times
Odd as quaint rhymes
Hollow slant mimes
***** as light streams
Out of sight dreams
Verse of strange beams
Such fallen trade
Cascade loud made
Stuffy grain grade
Cheer old vintage
In sad mintage
Upon odd stage
Leon Enriquez
29 August 2018
Singapore
The end were we begin
If things will look same always
Change must be a joke
Welcome to the existence
of a new generation
The reality is destructive
Yet real
I hope we enjoy
Ignorant together
I wish life could
Be back again
Cos we are about
To end the old times
Welcome to a new world
Tears fall down drop by drop,
Without you near me
everyday is such a flop.
I miss the good old times
when you were always there
by my side,
Together we were stronger
than any wind or tide.
Please come back
To me
cause I need you so,
I miss you
more than
you would ever know.
I simply
miss you