Past Poems
Beyond the Past
by Aloo Denish Obiero
The past is a lesson, not a prison,
The past is a mentor, not a captor.
The past is a tale, not a jail,
The past is a page, not a cage.
The past is a foundation, not a stagnation,
The past is a phase, not a maze.
The past is a guide, not a slide,
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Nostalgia
by Xia Sava
Nostalgia is a lighthouse
shining its light for new ships
Nostalgia enjoys what is,
no desire for things to change,
but ere long, Nostalgia watches
as the ships sail away
so Nostalgia waits
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Past, Present, Future
by Emily Jane Brontë
Tell me, tell me, smiling child,
What the past is like to thee ?
'An Autumn evening soft and mild
With a wind that sighs mournfully.'
Tell me, what is the present hour ?
'A green and flowery spray
Where a young bird sits gathering its power
To mount and fly away.'
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Cuban Macaw
by Rumi Ullidov
a Cuban Macaw standing in the tree
all flattering and in good moods
gazing colours, burgundy, blue and green
oh! wandering animals in the woods
happy as ever in his solitude
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Remembering...
by Bleed Green
I spent a day, a day in days;
Last of my childhood ways.
Yet, I was unable to perceive,
A change in me so drastic indeed.
Today ,the sun shines with the same might
But oh! is there the same delight?
Is it difficult for the past to substitute with present?
and bring back those melodious heavens?
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Nostalgia
by Xia Sava
Nostalgia is a lighthouse
shining its light for new ships
Nostalgia enjoys what is,
no desire for things to change,
but ere long, Nostalgia watches
as the ships sail away
so Nostalgia waits
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Beyond the Past
by Aloo Denish Obiero
The past is a lesson, not a prison,
The past is a mentor, not a captor.
The past is a tale, not a jail,
The past is a page, not a cage.
The past is a foundation, not a stagnation,
The past is a phase, not a maze.
The past is a guide, not a slide,
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Was it Worth it
by Ella S
Starting something new
is a bit scary at first.
It's not the beginning that's hard,
but seeing it the whole way through.
Sometimes we make it to the end.
Sometimes we don't.
If we do make it through,
it makes us feel good.
A sense of joy when we look back
at what we accomplished.
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The Pully
by Arvin Dassad
Don't let tomorrow forget who brought it today,
It should be thankful,
after all today is a gift,
as it is forever memorialized as the present,
Every moment passes,
standing on the laurels of quarrels,
no,
dismay,
yet its pockets weigh heavy,
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Us to me
by Supriya Yadav
Yes I'm immature
But I truly loved
Yes I behave childish
But never played with feelings
You said we never met
But I remember those shitt of street
Yes you never loved me
But I remember your window words
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