The Past Poems

Simple Life In The Past

Daddy worked the land
to put food in our hand
He worked in the mill
to pay our bills
Lived to be 97 years old
A simple life, not so bold

My heart locked into the past

I'm tired

The past locked into my future
Locked into my now

I am so mad

Feeling the grief

How many years to go
Blindly 
Tightly to what should have been 

Now im old with no where to go

The past stole my future or did I give it all a way
To a past that never was

Remnants of the past
In my face
Hating

Aspects of the Past

That which once was and can no longer be,
a vision once seen you can no longer see.
When described as a thought, a memory,
or a seed or seedling if it is a tree.
The beginning of something the world now calls me!

SCIENTIST

Scientist in the present are
Trying to play God with the future 
Pre-historic animals have been discovered
Still in tack, and you're trying to
Recreate the past that wasn't 
Meant to be, dinosaurs and other
pre-extinct animals were destroyed
Millions of years ago for a reason
Humans and dinosaur animals
We're not meant to live together
And I'm not planning on being
The meal,

Forward To The Past

As their twinkle
(starshine)
takes time travel from the past
and light years
(90 billion)
to arrive across a void so vast
altho' we've been to the Moon
(and back)
Venus Jupiter and Mars
how can our future lie
not here and now on Earth
but in the planets and the stars?

Echoes From the Past, lyrics

Probably occurred about  mid semester in 2018 
Epic perhaps, there was a missed opportunity?
From a challenge contest to pen another poem
But this is stuff that men say in an asylum

At the time my ideas were a jumble of mess
Could this be part of a hero's quest?

The state governor jerry was speaking on campus
An acquaintance

Echo from the Past

The poetic image is not an echo of the past. On the contrary: through the brilliance of any image, the distant past resounds with echoes.
– Gaston Bachelard

If memories invade souls and minds,
and mirrors reflect perception,
it must follow that whispers
reach into our psyche,
replaying aural 
collages that
echo of
distant
past.

Echo Of The Past

                               Cherished moments of you so dear
                  

the past and the future

The past and the future

A war was coming our way as a patriot, I enlisted 
Although I was a bit elderly, I was accepted 
sent to a camp, with the rank of sergeant in
charge of the kitchen 
When the war ended, I took the bus back to my
village that looked the same as before, and

In the depths of my being, where shadows merge with the light of the past

In the depths of my being, where shadows merge with the light of the past,
scars find their home like birds returning to their old nest,
carrying colors faded by time, from pure white to the gray of forgotten memories,
and pain, a whispered melody, becomes bearable, a constant echo of existence.
I have tried to tear them from

Living in the past

I sit and I wait 
Wait for your return
Have I done enough
My tummy starts to turn

I don’t know when it will happen 
or why I want to stay 
but here is all I’ve wanted, since I’ve been away.

I look for my home, but home is in the past.
Now everything is broken,gone and I’m the last.

Rearview Mirror of the Past

Glass reflects behind,
Fading scenes of yesterday,
Gone, yet still in view.

©bfa051725

The Past Is a Graveyard

Do not turn back, the past is grave, Its echoes haunt, its hands enslave.

The road behind is lined with ghosts, Their voices call, their sorrow boasts.

Each step you take, the past will plead, But forward lies the path you need.

The hands of time will twist and pull, Yet looking back will take its toll.

The doors

Now I understand why ghosts rise from the past, shimmering shadows and whispers

Now I understand why ghosts rise from the past, shimmering shadows and whispers,
For the past never truly dies; it just hides in dark, deep corners,
Until silence can no longer last and echoes begin to sing again,
It’s in the mirror, in the voice that sounds like mine, in that endlessly repeated "I’m fine."
All the things I've

CREATURE FROM THE PAST ?

[ Poem inspired by Contest : Ghost of Frankenstein : sponsored by Tom Woody ]


CREATURE FROM THE PAST ?

Elite scientists are the scariest humans
their minds think up stormy waters with acumen 
these they traverse with little concern 
for millions of quarters that could wisely 
be used with much more discern

dinosaurs, woolly mammals, dire wolves 
already

• Short The Past Poems
• Famous The Past Poems
• Best The Past Poems
• Read The Past Poems
• Long The Past Poems
• The Past Quotes