The Past Poems - Poems about 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...

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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....

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Glass reflects behind, Fading scenes of yesterday, Gone, yet still in view. ©bfa051725 ...

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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...

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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...

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[ 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...

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No matter what you think or do That bell you know, does toll for you Once unrung, it never rings true The past is done, the die's been cast Phony claims, cannot ever last Glad that time has finally past Walk carefully where you have tread Look far ahead, deny the dread Right the wrongs, those things left unsaid How did you ever fall...

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I visit the Museum of the Past in my memory. Still life paintings I stroll through, lazily, my hands clasped behind my back. There, the glass you drank from, still holds the print of your bottom lip. I break the rules and pick it up. I fit my mouth where...

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Today I opened my social feed to find this post about a song release It was a favorite of mine from 1994 And just like that I was transported once more ,to a place etched deep into my soul It's September and I'm 15 years old I can smell the flannel ,CkOne, and the sharpie I...

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Sparsely lit streets added suspense to stories I listened as a child, dad used to point towards stars making up stories for each one awesome fairies, angels visited me in colorful imagination He taught me one secret -'truth is your ultimate friend' his punchline Mother taught me ways of girl-child household chores, art of sewing such likes to this day these teachings are the good ones...

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When I think of all the things my mother taught me and all the things my father said I am really glad that some things, went by the wayside while other things aren't dead ! As I recall my mother bold and headstrong the way she coached me until the very...

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Faded memories litter the walls, as anniversaries coincide together with zero regard for one another, the simple beginnings are barely visible and yet the complexity of wrong choice after wrong decision are very prevalent. Isn't that how it always ends up though, in the end anyways? Hastily cultivated 'wonderful' ideas are laid to ground, only...

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Since I was a kid, they said I was gentle as a lamb. Quiet. Kind. Smart. So I've kept that image. Or tried, at least. I didn’t fail. Not once. Grades stayed high, mouth stayed clean, choices stayed safe. No vices, no trouble, just quiet nods and “Yes, I can.” “Yes, I will.” I built a life that made people proud. And slowly, I forgot to ask myself, "Are you proud too?" Well, I...

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I celebrated my father's birthday this last April 4th, 2025 He would have been 75, Yet 7 years ago, a white butterfly laid him to rest, with the rest of his family around his casket, And my face playing masquerade among the living corpses giving me their condolences, Not of any fault of their own, Just that, my own brokenness...

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Long Past to memorize. Short Future to vaporize ...

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