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

... 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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...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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...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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...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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...Going Back Home They say that you can never go home, No matter how long you did roam. There’s no way things will be the same, Having been gone so long, you must take the blame. The old statu......

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...A voice From the Past My childhood friend rang me he hadn’t been ringing me for some time he is the shy type and only ring when he has been drinking and judging by his infrequency of calls he......

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...The phone rings, Another friend dead? No, a voice from the past Music to ears Grown weary of naught but bad news Maybe 2008 will be a better year May it be so for all I know And love.......

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...I waited for you with bated breath In hopes that once again We could share that oneness we knew when we were friends. But has time and distance erased The closeness we once knew? Because ......

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...the wharf was teeming black and white, the gulls were keening in their flight round and round the fishing scow the old man scowled his heavy brow forty years before the mast and now toda......

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...Darkness closing in on me Blacker than dusk I cannot see As I make my way into unknown lands I am being beckoned by unseen hands My spirit drawn towards a glistening light My fear is banished by......

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