Short Past Times Poems
Short Past Times Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Past Times by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Past Times by length and keyword.
Some love fast cars and planes,
Buses,tractors or trains-
In the saddle,the place to be,
One horse-power,sits well with me.
| Year Posted 2010
I stray
on purpose
my will
redeemed
When left
of center
to swim
upstream
Against
the grain
my future
hides
On roads
less traveled
past times
— divide
(The New Room: December, 2024)
Past times I’ve failed to
Enjoy fully, because
Of the many screens
To spend my night in
Loud or quiet times, and sure
To sleep in so late
Oh TV screens you
Steal my sleep, my summer and
My life, not this time
golden hour..
as afternoon darkens
lengthening shadows
bright indistinction
fading to boundaries
deepening feelings of
past times and
bittersweet joys
this storyline
words of emptiness
love expressing
golden hour...
Your last words endured me of horror
The favorable past times showed signs of a fallacy
Awakening the writer took an eternity
Fearful of me to hold the idea of love
Remembering you hit my heart and soul
With each passing day, the memory takes a turn into oblivion.
We try to relive them, we try to forget them
Past times have shaped today, some we have defied
Some have died in unopened pages, others live on in folklore
They never go away, no matter how fast the future comes along
The past times are not past, they always tag along
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.
as i gaze over
the soft granduer
i'm drawn to rows of violets
the nectar daintily
dances about quiet scents
of calm breezes
chafe and yet tempting
while i rise beyond
the granite structures
industrial past times
gently i wave back at moscow
written by mrs yolanda nicholsen
Within the soul of my experience
Unconscious seeds of tomorrow's joy,
Awaiting the warmth of encouragement
Lay dormant,seeking inspiration's light;
Words,verbs,adjectives,aimless,without form,
Times,past,times present,amalgams of verse
Unshaped,until imagination's birth,
Bursts from the spring of my maturity.
Vacation comes but once per year
A real treat for my family and me
Condos and water parks fit just fine
American past times revisit again
The Myrtle Beach sky coaster is calling
Intentionally beckoning me to visit this year
Other days the zip line would be my great thrill
No more zip in my zingers, just lazy river floating
eddy's leftovers from - life's sediment-alley-time currents
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musing a roadside can
send a mental image of...
a sediment-alley time-traveler
stilled yet echoing past times...
in memorium of some time-current beats miss't
that changed an eddy to a send-a-mental tune...
stan sand
I write
Of love
Of joy
Of Past times
Of future worlds
Of peace...
But not enough to
Light the way
So others might hear
What I say before
My words turn to dust like me
Scattered into eternal winds
Spreading into infinite galaxies
And never heard
Bear with me friend
Do not mourn my end
For it is yours as well
We here but moments dwell
A football *memory
Just like this sport I am very old
so if I may be so bold
this memory I'll unfold
each day,when school was out
off to a green,hereabout-
the teams often numbered seventeen!
with our jumpers as posts,
no boots ,referee or
coaches ,you'd see
back and forth we'd be
'til tired out,and ready for tea
*you call it soccer over the pond
9.02.2008
***
I stepped on this train
For reasons unknown
And left my poor soul
Alone in past times
I stepped on this train –
Determined to go
And left my crushed soul
Few stations
Behind…
I stepped on this train
And as years float by
I seek and I search
But still do not know
I seek and I search
Unable to find
I still cannot get
Away from my soul…
Form:
Sometimes the rain descends
And touches the cool breeze
Of the winds
For Spring to begin again
The thoughts of splendor
Roll across my mind
I think of yesterday
And, past times
I remember the autumn
And the colors of gold
And the brisk winds
And a new fallen snow
I wonder
And ponder
About my thoughts
And think
Of Jesus
And all is
Not Lost
Copyright 2007 by Betty L. Hobbs
The feelings for you makes me lovesick sometimes,
missing the lovey-dovey we had.
Remembering the passion of our past times.
UHHH! Makes me go mad!
The dreamy eyes of yours,
leaves me in an infatuation.
It's like you break all my doors,
and conquer my nation.
Your attractiveness gets me so captivated.
The romance you showed me privately,
is just overrated!
~A Life Without Regret~
Thee has succom to . . .
& thee becomming'nst of me,
Thy sanity, and it knows,
that I am right & truthful,
But I will always remember
That I forget sometimes,
what I really want to
remember, which I regret.
Past times, memories of lost
Love, people, who were like
brothers. I remember the times
when I living life without
regret, yet, still, am I?
To be what is in the mirror
To see what a woman should be
To bloom as the bouquet delivers
Tied in bonding of hearts emotion
Lovers Of minds lovers of past times
We come together from oceans of time
Waves of passion within timeless of time
For the lines of a poet drives into my mind
Like the jewel in the crown its beauty so profound
Within the soul of my experience
Unconscious seeds of tomorrow's joy,
Awaiting the warmth of encouragement
Lay dormant,seeking inspiration's light;
Words,verbs,adjectives,aimless,without form,
Times,past,times present,amalgams of verse
Unshaped,until imagination's birth,
Bursts from the spring of my maturity.
Inspired by the words of RS Thomas'Poetry for Supper' see my blog today
it's really quite clever
to never utter never
retaining the fun of playful endeavour
seeking mysteries of life forever and ever
past times these words were declared
never again because of how I once fared
then I've reneged developed skills unimpaired
there's little to gain unless once again dared
the message I value don't ever resist
much more satisfying when I doggedly persist
WHITE FLOWERS OF BEAUTY
Within the soul of my experience
Unconscious seeds of tomorrow's joy,
Awaiting the warmth of encouragement
Lay dormant,seeking inspiration's light;
Words,verbs,adjectives,aimless,without form,
Times past, times present,amalgams of verse
Unshaped,until imagination's birth,
Bursts from the spring of my maturity.
Listen to me read this poem on youtube under name of ichthyschiro
Mind wandering thinking about past times things we didnt know but now we do
Life moves forward times change, new things to think about
minds preoccupied with extravagant things!
Sense-less things clutter your mind
Your mind works like a lock box it needs a key to protect the things inside,
your thoughts are like a temple and
you need to protect them, your mind is all you have.
Think about it.
Form:
transfiguration
is a recognition
awaiting each of us..
a recognition
of who we are..
we remember our teachers
on our left and our right
our journeys of searching
in past times..
searching the world for
peace past understanding
that only comes with recognition
of who we truly are..
arriving now.. directly..
effortlessly.. as that which
has always been there
embracing our journey...
Reading
Begins with Rupert Bear,
Until that was found too square;
The Just William came on the scene,
But soon became a childish has-been.
Youth-filled reading,a melanged mix,
Biggles & squadron,sixty-six;
The hero,Algy & Ginger against the hun,
Adventures that made him number one.
Onto Enid's Famous Five,
Long before PC, could deprive;
Julian,Anne George & Rick
In books,fast moving and slick
WHITE FLOWERS OF BEAUTY
Within
the soul of my experience
unconscious seeds
of tomorrow's joy
waiting
the warmth of encouragement
lay dormant
seeking inspiration's light
words verbs adjectives
aimless without form
Times past times present
amalgams of verse
unshaped
'til imagination's birth
from the spring
of my maturity.
repostfrom 2010