the past poems

Shadow's Realm | Leanna Sellers - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Shadow’s Realm | Leanna Sellers

I’ve a darkened past, I shan’t say aloud
I have a fear at times, among the crowd
I’ll not let the darkness overtake me
Nor hiding in the shadows taunting thee

Sacred is the time at hand
Relinquishing all things planned
Dreams forever, they’ll provide
Now beyond the great divide

I can surpass the things that hold me near
Within the shadows realm and atmosphere
I see so many windows so clearly
Hanging in the wind and spinning near me

Rise above a shadow’s past
Knowing things will never last
I feel the chill from whence on high
Strengthen hearts that pass me by

From a darkened past I shall rise above
Know without a shadow’s doubt, there is love
Many things guide me through the wind and sky
On eagles wings heightened and amplify

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Letting Go | Manuelito D. Pio Roda - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Letting Go | Manuelito D. Pio Roda

Fighting against the
pain of lingering loss,
while memories
still burns bright.

Reflecting beneath
the longing nightfall.

Dropping the old to pave
the path for the new.

Gazing at the beauty
of a new future ahead as
letting go of the past

And the time when
there was me and you.

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Museum | Linda Imbler - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Museum | Linda Imbler

To the casual eye,
a roomful of old, dusty objects,

scrolls of great words
containing broken promises,

the hardest days of time captured,

man’s progress built one culture at a time.

And while the present stands full
of promise and difficulty,
the past did send forth wings of hope,
some forgotten, some ignored.

And it’s good to embrace
the backstories of so many forgotten nights.

In this sea of iron, stone, wood, and fabric,
it’s amazing to see
how beautifully imperfect we are.

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1028 Peach Street | Matthew Borczon - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

1028 Peach Street | Matthew Borczon

In the
neon hour
before sunrise
I am
in a
parking lot
looking at
a fence
that was
once my
old apartment
I spent
almost ten
years above
a paint
store across
from the
YMCA there
were three
roommates
then two
engagements
that were
doomed before
they started
not Romeo
and Juliette
doomed but
more like
Tom and Jerry
Tweety and Sylvester
Itchy and Scratchy
While E coyote
and the road runner
we chased
each other
through our
two bedrooms
with Acme
bought love
while anvils
fell hard
on all
our life
plans
back when
we thought
we knew
what we
were doing
back when
we thought
we had
nothing but
time.

Sunday Morning Breakfast at Our House | Stan Morrison - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Sunday Morning Breakfast at Our House | Stan Morrison

Fresh juice, never buy Sno Crop
Moscovitz fresh warm bagels
Cream cheese, deli belly lox
Smoked white fish or sturgeon
Tomatoes, cukes and capers
Can only be served open face
Home-made herring in a large jar
Cups of percolated coffee and cream
Chocolate Babka and cinnamon rolls
Such were the joys, so it now seems
Nostalgia’s a mere closed eyes away
That was so long ago and far away
Things like that don’t happen nowadays

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