Past Poems
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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My Favourite Colour
by Dorin Saadat
My favourite colour is his brown skin the blue sky
Before me, my childhood stands,
A colonial entwined with anarchic vines-
Maturing realizations.
What is love? An itch to set your house on fire?
What colour are the walls?
Not brown. Not blue.
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The Past
by Barbara Guest
The form of the poem subsided, it enters another poem.
A witness was found for the markings inscribed upside-down.
It might have been a celebration, so strong the presence
of the poem. The sky sinks slowly inside the past.
You had me from hello..
by Raina Hutchins
You live a thousand miles away
So far across the sea
Still I search the reason why
Fate brought you here to me
I never dreamed I’d feel this way
From just one night with you
And always I’ll be wondering
If you still feel it too
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My Favourite Colour
by Dorin Saadat
My favourite colour is his brown skin the blue sky
Before me, my childhood stands,
A colonial entwined with anarchic vines-
Maturing realizations.
What is love? An itch to set your house on fire?
What colour are the walls?
Not brown. Not blue.
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The girl I left behind
by Aishat Yahkub
The girl I left behind
A cherished memory, etched on my mind
The tides of time ripping us apart,
as I drift farther and farther away
Her, a static point on the beach of memories
And I, facing the future on the horizon
The sky our sole connection
With stars in her eyes
A lover of the sunrise
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Pieces on the Hem
by LIndsay B
Fragments on The Hem
The wet and reluctant spring,
Moments of sunshine wrapped up in sharp winds
Ground is soft, plump, engorged with water
God’s gift
Makes it loose, and my hands dig in
And up
There are close spaces
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Time and Memory
by Sharmarke Nur
We are trapped in the past, oblivious to the fact, today is eternity.
The light of the past can only be used to illuminate the futures darkness
Today’s eternity provides the opportunity of perpetual growth
And to utilize the past’s light to travel through the darkness of the future
The Autumn Season
by Nimesh Bhandari
As I traverse the memoryless path over the leaf-sole,
I find all the barren trees expose their soul.
Their beauty, their ego, that had made them so mean,
Today they dance in delight, as they grow lean.
The trees which were the darling of their bunglows,
And the bushes which covered his poverished hut,
Appear the same, as the humility dawns on them,
Good or bad, Rich or poor, they are but the seasons fad.
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