Voice From The Past Poems - Poems about Voice From The Past

...A familiar voice sharing the past, Remembering a place that didn’t last. Sifting through ashes of another life, Searching for beauty amongst the strife. Anguish surrounds me, a constant stor......

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... Memories and images deep in my soul, They dwell there silently, fond imagines that never grow old. A little girl holding on to her father's hand, How she longs to see his face and to be his litt......

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...It was a very balmy midsummer night shadows danced with me under starlight I heard a nightingale cry out for its mate in that moment joy fled. I became sedate My mind swirled with thoughts conc......

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...In a living voice from the past messages are tall shadows. Life goes on like before people standing, sitting, chanting walking and preparing for the prayer meets beside an ancient river of faith......

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...The walls of my room no longer speak to me, Since I stopped painting them with my blood. Once, they were alive with the pulse of my essence, Each stroke a testament to the silent screams within, ......

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...In the tapestry of time, a story is spun, Of hearts entwined beneath the sun. It began in the halls of youth's embrace, Where two souls met, face to face. In the halls of Primary, their eyes di......

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...There's always been Ethel isn't it time you tidied your room now and Mr Thomas is he getting any better now mowing his lawn Sunday market, all sundry roast pork and frilly laces and I remember ......

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...I just cant tell. Where's the girl I know so well? She can't be gone, She fought like hell to be where she is, to belong... To be honest, To be strong... She wasn't lying when she said denial......

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...I just cant tell. Where's the girl I know so well? She can't be gone, She fought like hell to be where she is, to belong... To be honest, To be strong... She wasn't lying when she said denial......

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...The anchors I carry were a plethora of burdens I was never meant to carry always weighed down by my insecurities the snare of the fear of men the lust of my flesh the pride of my life and the......

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...shattering my sleep it was a voice from the past I awoke quickly......

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...in this day in which it doesn't even seem to have been life, there was a moment, a single moment, in which I looked at the cloudy sky. and at that moment, in that single moment, I thought I h......

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...English Pride by Bob Moore © 2019 The Scots can sing of Scotland, and Welshmen sing of Wales The Irish sing of 40 shades, of their green hills and vales But if you sing of England, and of her......

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...The day is overcast and gray. My mood, sadly the same. Recent news colors the day, adding to the political game. A voice of the past, making his agenda known. Past and present at long last, ......

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...The Voice of reason The Voice on the phone The Voice of the radio Voice of the Movies Voice of the television The Voice of the news The Voice of the fad Voice of the worshiped hero Voice ......

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