The Past Poems - Poems about The Past

Kensington spreads its legs— lets the city crawl in, dripping Xylazine / fentanyl / tranq, open sore veins moaning dirty dirges. False prophets— all piss and panic— bark half-lies through decaying molars, fingering apathy for spare change. You smell it five blocks before you enter. The stench tests your soul before it reaches your throat. Narcan. burnt spoons. street toilet. Dreams twitch under heat lamps— larval things too stubborn to die. Hope? Hope’s a half-smoked, laced Newport balanced...

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Have you heard the one about the birds and the bees? I never much liked it myself, because it soured the taste of our innocence. Or maybe our innocence soured the taste of us. So much for happy endings, and so much for love. So much for innocence, and so much for us. You’re an old slow dance. You’re an old song. And if I’m being honest— I still think back to that time I...

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The doors to yesterday are shut tight and locked. Only windows allow quick glimpses... you, face red and angry, eyes shut tight, refusing to accept reality away from your warm, slushy world of heart beats and distant voices. Alas, we are all thrust out into bright lights,...

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Half Past Summer, Two Months To Fall The sultry legs of summer dance under sunny skies Each day, the steps are heated and embraced She lies in summer's arms on a beach, tanning herself As the sands of summer roll with the waltzing tides When the song ends, she sighs, and a new stage begins Slippers and sandals are replaced...

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For there’s much more to remember. perhaps the walk that still embers. The distinct message at the first sight. and pin bent at the other end of the road. Waited for the travellers to haunt at night. when the moon with a smiley face to bright. A stroll to remember where one walked, with hands...

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THREADS OF WHIMSEY ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ threads of whimsy doth weave the fabric of today while time twists the yarns of yesterday ...

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Life Why follow? Don’t need. Lives the death Be walking. Dark woods. Free life. Feeling Don’t love. Do not love. This is just a mistake Dark light. No harmony. This life is dissonant Just a hell. Rainbow. Night-blindness. A hell Loving. Unrecognised. Unknown love. A tear Just water. Steam. Life stream. River in Wood Unloved. Changed. Flow. Glittering. Silver brook Ice Dropped life. Missed. Buried...

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Twigs and dried leaves talk timeless tales cuddling together. Parrot pandemonium camouflage under fading flowers I've witnessed seasonal cycles. Is the deep calling me? ...

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Summer is a time of wanderlust and fun with long days and warm nights A season to enjoy the outdoors as we cultivate our many gardens of life The days are now getting shorter as nature slowly starts to rest into slumber Hummingbirds take their last sip of nectar before their fall departure Leaves start to transform from...

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less sun, more moon as night time grows seasons change as all things must where did time go? Heaven knows the stars give signs, much to tell us be still, as nature all around us flows ...

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Warm summer days fly by so fast, cool weather’s lurking in the wings. School holidays they never last, warm summer days fly by so fast Dead foliage will soon whizz past - “Those Autumn Leaves” my grandma sings! Warm summer days fly by so fast, cool weather’s lurking in the wings. ...

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Half past summer, two months till fall Leaves are still green, sun shining bold Flowers still bloom, and birds still call Half past summer, two months till fall Visions of Fall, dressed in her shawl Her breath swirls the leaves, turns them gold Half past summer, two months till fall Leaves are still...

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They quickly pass, the waning days more brief, like love once shied beneath a garish moon, expose the truths betrayed by Autumn's thief. Infatuation always ends too soon ~ still tethered to the oak, a hopeful leaf... for Andrea's "Half Past Summer" Contest...

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Checked by www.howmanysyllables.com>syllable_counter **************************************************************** Half Past Summer, Two Months Till Fall ...

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King Sol is stealing all my energy. There’s no relief in sight, forecasters say. Come, clouds, with brief relief; this is my plea. While summer lovers bask in heat each day, I’ll dream of fall and trust in my AC. ...

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