Past Poems
bit by bit, little by little
by Bogdan Dragos
there were times when she bit and
chewed the inside
of her elbow
to spit the bits of flesh
and the blood
on her grandma
but those times were over
......
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,
......
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,
......
Echoes from the past
by Mario Odekerken
Footsteps linger
longing after the road is gone.
A voice,
once whispered,
still moves the air.
Dust remembers
what time tries to bury.
Not all silence
is empty.
Untitled
by Ray Jordan
The music plays,
I listen to its melody,
Then I realize I wrote it,
So I leave;
For it was of another time,
Of another mood,
And my senses say not to listen-
So I leave.
Gevangen in het verleden
by Mario Odekerken
Gevangen in het verleden,
waar stilte de taal spreekt
die jij mij ooit leerde.
De naam die mij dierbaar was
echoot tussen de dagen,
alsof tijd zelf weigert
om verder te gaan.
Ik heb gezocht,
......
Terug naar toen
by Mario Odekerken
Terug naar toen
het licht zachter viel
en de dagen nog een begin hadden.
Toen stilte geen leegte was
maar ruimte om te ademen.
Ik wist toen niet
dat geluk iets was
dat kon verdwijnen.
......
Echoes from the past
by Mario Odekerken
Footsteps linger
longing after the road is gone.
A voice,
once whispered,
still moves the air.
Dust remembers
what time tries to bury.
Not all silence
is empty.
Wenn die Stimme aus der Vergangenheit nicht mehr gehört wird
by Mario Odekerken
Wenn die Stimme aus der Vergangenheit
nicht mehr gehört wird,
bleiben nur Bilder zurück,
die langsam verblassen
wie Staub im Sonnenlicht.
Worte verlieren ihr Gewicht,
wenn sie niemand mehr trägt.
Die Räume, in denen sie einst widerhallten,
......
When the voice from the past is no longer heard
by Mario Odekerken
When the voice from the past
is no longer heard,
only images remain,
slowly fading
like dust in sunlight.
Words lose their weight
when no one carries them anymore.
The rooms where they once echoed
......
