Past Poems

Past poems that glorify experiences from the past, both good and bad. Poetry about past has been a favourite topic of poets as each event changes them and makes them the person they are today. Memories, events, promises, love, innocence, everything is weaved into beautiful poetry of the past.

Memories

Memories short poem

Sitting by reminiscing how was once in past Cheery since lost epochs deemed forever to last Life was full of promises future not cared about None any compulsions not be done without Endearments unfaltering of birds, bees and rest Each

Sprouting Seeds

Sprouting Seeds short poem

Turnover my secret past I have to dig up my future In the hour of crumbling walls and dark clouds. Pale moon becomes a beacon in another version of solitude where nobody speaks of sores and premature death. I stay

Recovery

Recovery prose poem

The hardest steps are those taken alone lost and hopeless searching for home looking for the one place you belong, someone who’s heart sings the same song, forgetting ourselves along the way, searching for more, we were lead astray, vision

Thoughts

Thoughts short poem

Thoughts that run on my mind Millions and millions, at light speeds of time The anger and pain The love and the smiles The horrors and fears A future that’s so close but never near A past that’s far behind

A Hymn To Old Times

A Hymn To Old Times prose poem

(1) In old time, Before the sun stopped circling around us; Before it started to work as a painter of our shadows and the shadow of time over place; Before it adopted the hobby to boil sand inside a vessel

The Way I Was Before

The Way I Was Before short poem

I knew I shouldn’t have fallen for it. I knew I shouldn’t have fallen for you. I can never tell if you mean what you say. But you pulled me in anyways. And I crashed. And I burned. I felt

Wish

Wish short poem

I wish I could keep crying, But tears wouldn’t fall off my eyes, That way no one would know How weak and desolate I am inside. I wish I could sing madly when I want to, they wouldn’t hear, That

Thought – Part 1

Thought   Part 1 long poem

Morning is too cold, winter sun with least influence Flickers with lost glory, the road appears dusty Leading to vast rural field. The man in front of you in shabby attire In hurrying feet to attain his morning calls. Thy

Life’s Tree

Lifes Tree prose poem

As I approach the fourth quarter of my life and I look back at the trees that I have Planted from seed, and watched as they grew, each new branch that formed I gave Thanks For every branch and bough.

Ode To A House That Harboured Beginnings And Ends

Ode To A House That Harboured Beginnings And Ends ode

Beloved houses die in essence, Beloved people in mass. These treasures seem to balance. Upon infinitesimal hours. For houses die subtle silent deaths, Like furtive fading seasons. Like shadows of dimming lengths, As the fugitive sun hastens. They die –

Buried Silence

Buried Silence short poem

Blaze on the horizon was spreading. No peak was left green, time was running out. Courier had left without a message carrying cyanide capsules, to kill or get killed. My grey sky stuck with silent clouds will wait for the

This Season

This Season short poem

Well and maybe This Season A dream or two may come true And peace of mind will follow… This heart of mine that’s been Broken for so long may finally Forget you and be as new, as Good as new

Want Peace ?

Want Peace ? short poem

Neither I ask to forget the past Nor to take flights of imagination Just I ask to keep an eye on Who we are or what we do As that is our today’s destination. Living on clouds is not the

Thought 3

Thought 3 long poem

The moon is declining on its late night journey The lady you adored all through out the years Is returning to daily fold with respectable form, The October sky is cloudy and moist like your vision, You have scant sleep

Like A Blind Man’s Tears

Like A Blind Mans Tears short poem

Some faces Will never see ’em again Nights of those summer Will never ever be the Same Some stories Will never paint rainbow in our heart oh silly reasons Will never break us apart Now going to tread the future

I Wonder …

I Wonder ... long poem

I wonder if you realise the way you make me feel, I wonder if you know the guilt for me is real, I wonder if you ever think about me too, I think I’m giving you more credit than your

The Visit

The Visit prose poem

The Seventh Day church built on the bend I curse at the perfection Alongside these potholes dug deep A cemetery for hope Down the road the Pentecostal one wore a hat It seems the years had stripped away all that

Reflection

Reflection long poem

Looking at my reflection I see a shadow of the girl I used to be. Someone who was once so carefree has turned out to be, one who is broken infinitely. Someone who once was so strong. She is searching

The Changing Color Of Hydrangeas

The Changing Color Of Hydrangeas long poem

It happens every time when it rains in the backstreets you can feel through the rhythm of pending death the blood pulse in your ears an echo in a seashell your life staggering like a ballet dancer on a wire

The Dawning Of The Moon Light

The Dawning Of The Moon Light short poem

The woeful world; Is transforming itself to a pale shadow of my dusking life Bright as a shimmering sunlight My homeless soul is withering with the rising moonlight. I see the gloominess of ice that surrounds my feeble unfair world

Thoughts For John

Thoughts For John short poem

Sighs for broken skies allow wasted moments down beneath the sands of now to stay up late and shoot the breeze and acquiesce on tearful seas so loud they shroud the better sounds to which they should concede. lonely left

Poems containing references to : Past

Dear Roger

Dear Roger prose poem

When Mum first presented you I thought you were a trick. Your attempts to buy me off with a Metallica C.D. demonstrated your pettiness. I didn’t say anything at the time ‘cos I didn’t want to hurt her feelings in

Alone

Alone short poem

Inside my domain every-one’s there Within my brain thoughts are there Flow of past and present is revolving Circulations of thinking driving me crazy Days are passing with same searching incidents Birthdays leaving us reminiscence of events As more and

Cosmic Peace

Cosmic Peace elegy

I have been wondering Ever since you left us, What were your thoughts That early morn? You were silent While you lay quietly on bed. For the past few months You had learned to Resign to your fate. Your wounds

Life Is Not A Guess

Life Is Not A Guess short poem

Life is not a guess, neither taking up of a stress; It’s a divine beauty, to respect it is our duty; Whatever may be the conflict, you need to face: It’s not a race, so slow down your pace. Live

A parallel universe

A parallel universe long poem

In the silence of my void I hear a voice When, The world has slept The human babble is quiet What is that I wonder? A sudden mystic thunder Keeps me awake Day or night I sit back with my

Emptiness.

Emptiness. short poem

Life is swiftly passing by No one has time to look back Or no one is ready to think What has happened in the past. Go back to your own past, You will see an emptiness every where. Its the

Soliloquy

Soliloquy prose poem

I In that quiet and still moment loneliness hit her, Like an empty vessel, like a roaring shore less ocean. Once she opened her mouth to speak The sluice gates of emotion let loose the words. Words, which tumbled and

My Happiness Is My Confidant

My Happiness Is My Confidant short poem

I found this “Happiness” A bit, a while ago My mornings became brighter And nights more poetic Though my past days were happy There was something missing I dig deeper to know me But in vain it went for years

Oh Father

Oh Father prose poem

I was tense, My son hadn’t returned home even past midnight. I had an empty stomach But was hungry to see him. He came roaring on his bike, To zoom past me into his bed room. I anxiously asked my

Dad

Dad long poem

There’s a man that I knew, not too close, not too far, as a child he was there to tend to my scars. A man with a past, of that I had no doubt, a man, when provoked, who knew

Old Tree And Me

Old Tree And Me short poem

There are only dusk and dawn, cloud and sky, Old tree and me, pieces of regret and cry. Only the waves of spreading wings of bird, Not even a single voice of a single word. If loving is an abstract

The Woman

The Woman short poem

As I tiptoe past her door In that room, in that bed, My darling sleeps. The thought of her touch, Her kiss, inflames my body Like the taste of Spanish wine. I open the forbidden door, The hot musky aroma

A Lost Song

A Lost Song short poem

Reprise from the past, Bringing back missing notes, In my heart laden, Of quote and misquotes. Some are evident of me, Others remind me of a child, A mother’s favorite melody, On go.. or in a mood mild. A song

Heaven Of The Dark Age

Heaven Of The Dark Age short poem

This heaven is a pretty maid living in the Dark Age, With minds of the moron, hearts of the fool, crawling into her cradle of tears lying in waste, And she smiles, emotionless clusters in full. As the bleak eyes

Time To Move On

Time To Move On short poem

Memories tug at my heart strings Making me turn around, But in my step, I must get back the spring I mustn’t look back, lest I be forever bound. It’s time to move on Time to forget old dreams. The

Falling For You

Falling For You short poem

I am falling for you. Just don’t know how to tell you I fear that I will lose you. Just don’t know how to be next to you Call me when you realize our afterlives are in sync My heart

Life

Life short poem

Life is but a journey, like one’s journey in a train Where scenes and locales pass you by As you move past them during your journey in the train. No trace, no memories get left behind As you disembody at

Friendship

Friendship short poem

Oh my dear friend Doesn’t matter you are no more young Though you have past the prime You still look fine & trim So what if you have crossed sixty You still look Sexy; Even at Sixty; A peg of

Soul And My Body

Soul And My Body long poem

SOUL and my BODY My soul often disturbed me in sleep When I was young and smart My soul would feel proud of my looks I would get elated and sleep sound When I grew up as a teenager My