Out of the Past

Out of the Past

A Poem by PoemsbyPatrick

Remove from me the vile,
Spirit killing bile,
That past has infused,
And made me confused.

The past had shackled my soul,
It clouded and tainted every goal,
My future seemed unflowing,
As my heart had stopped growing.

That was prior to your intervention,
Before my knowing of your intention,
I did not see the probability,
Of life so full of possibility.

Your caring friendship first infused,
A morning full of brighter hues,
The blossom of your loving,
Provides the future of becoming.

How do I thank you for my life,
Which now is full of future bright?
The best that I can offer in return,
Is sharing happiness and passion's burn.

Journey with me into the future vast,
Forgetting not the lessons of the past,
But with loving hearts and arms entwined,
I will be yours, and you be mine.

© 2013 PoemsbyPatrick


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So nice. I love your style, like what i had written in my poem Resurrection. In this part says:
"From the grave, I have to resuscitate
to vanish the deadly stories of my past.
The present is just waiting for a second.
The future is waving its warm invitation.
I have to accept the incitement
and grab the gift of this resurrection!"


Posted 11 Years Ago


Exquisitely passionate and compelling piece.. Simply stunning!!

Posted 11 Years Ago


WOW - You're amazing! Love this one!

Posted 11 Years Ago


it takes courage to love...it takes commitment and salt to hold onto that love, and it takes a certain insanity to love so deeply that you express it profusely at every occasion...i guess what i am saying here is that you a both brave and crazy!(jk) i love this...

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Added on December 26, 2012
Last Updated on January 26, 2013
Tags: Poetry, love, escape, hope

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These writings express my feelings. If you love them, I feel blessed. If they bother you, I am sorry. They are my feelings and I offer them to you as they are. While all of my writing is a glimpse .. more..

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