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ryn  Nov 2015
Retrospect
ryn Nov 2015
In retrospect,
dredging up past events    
that led to the here and now.              
Pending course of actions in which to exact...    
Reaching as far back as the mind would allow.

In retrospect,
studying the reflection
in the rear view mirror,  
as the present freezes itself intact.
Sifting through past images...        
Second by second,
frame by frame.      
Identifying overlooked pitfalls          
and margin of errors.      

In retrospect,
straddling the realm...  
Where my current state of mind      
lapses into a minute-long sleep.  
Sights on the future... Folded blind,
discerning the treachery          
of impulsive thoughts and actions.        
Diving up from oceans deep,    
painting the backdrop beyond paths at
unmarked junctions.              

In retrospect*,
every detail deconstructed...
Deliberated against the yardstick  
of what's done and the supposed.    
Refracted memories snap back clean into place.      
Over and over...        
Layer upon layer...    
Time and again forming      
the looming weight      
that pulls me to a stumble              
into the stagnant puddle...  
Of long gone days.
In retrospect,
I take a quick glance
A glance at our past
Lovebirds we once were
My wing you were
As your wing I were
To each other's *****
We drew ourselves
So as to fly
Merrily to the skies
Seeking beauteous horizons
Horizons filled with glamour

In retrospect,
As time sailed by and by
I lost my wing
A wing that meant the world
A world to me so blissful
Left in a daze I was
Aghast to my heart's core
Drifting by a violent sea
A sea of retrospections
Driven by tides
Tides of regrets
Past violent storms
Storms of doldrums

On yonder I drift
Drifting to an island
An island marred with despair
Where in a circle of confusion I wander
Wandering in an abyss
An abyss pervaded with loneliness
Wondering if at all
I could ever seek redemption.
While downcast
With relentless tears of anguish
Trickling down my cheeks
In despair I wail.
Drenched in doldrums
I reminisce of the splendor
And the novelty pulchritude
The pulchritude you bear

In retrospect,
Gone are the halcyon days
Days wistfully washed away
Away by the tides of time

In retrospect,
My heart craves thy love
A love that still lingers
In my riven heart
A heart that shall never
Ever ameliorate.
#Melancholy #Retrospections #Loneliness
#Infinite love #Doldrums #despair
#depression #poetry
Nathan Pival Dec 2014
When I met you
You took my breath away
In retrospect
I should have just walked away
And started breathing again
Veronika  Nov 2014
Goodnight
Veronika Nov 2014
Goodnight, the fire burns brightly
Goodnight, you kiss my forehead lightly
Almost paternally now
- We were lovers

Goodnight, clinging to the sheets by your side
Goodnight, heartache in this house tonight
Someday we will forget
- We were lovers

This distance will turn my blood cold
A grave look on a pale face of youth
If I could shrink the ocean to be close
Would you save me anymore
Love became an ugly truth

Goodnight, the fire burns brightly
Goodnight, I held on to the moment tightly
Almost in retrospect
- We were lovers
Tanya Chaudhary Aug 2014
What started long ago,
and made me partially blind.
What ended long ago,
and startled my mind!
But,
In retrospect, I am fine.

From
Hazy sun
to mediocre fun,
From
Morose days
to major hedge-ways.
Life was definitely kind.
But,
In retrospect, I am fine.

A while, not long ago,
the days started to become bright and glowed,
the nights became bearable &
the heart eventually stopped singing that popular ode.

In introspect, this was a self created debacle.
A product of my own design.
and

In retrospect, I could have been, all along, fine.
Ben Jones  Jun 2013
Retrospect
Ben Jones Jun 2013
Spend some time in retrospect
The sky was vivid blue
The air smelled of nostalgia
And in hindsight I knew you

Walk amongst my memories
And pick which ones are true
For hindsight fought with retrospect
And left them all askew

Meet with me in retrospect
A rosy tinted view
For back then life was beautiful
And in hindsight, so were you
Annaleisa Nov 2011
Bring summer back- full of warm running miles
and natural smiles
Bring our love home- where we don’t live in debt,
but somehow regret
Pack for last time- Where we rerun it all
Where we rise and do not fall
The golden mask,
covers your face
I'm blind in your embrace
Foolish to doubt,
yourself and the lies
focus on the tone in your eyes

We’re living in retrospect
Drowning in fire- burning in ice- the past has a price
We’re dancing in circles- Running through fear-
Until we get through the years with a myriad of tears
We refuse to respect
we cannot connect
until there’s nothing left to expect
We run but can’t hide,
We're living in retrospect.
I'm living in retrospect.
Ooooooo  Nov 2018
Retrospect
Ooooooo Nov 2018
I lie here.
My eyes caress the ceiling.
My thoughts visit my past,
And bring back with it memories both fond and distasteful.

Artificial lights penetrate the eyes that once saw things differently.
Eyes now glazed with perspective given to them by experience and time.
Eyes that now display with more clarity where my thoughts lie.

Although intangible, I feel my breath dance along my skin.
I conclude there’ll be more of these moments to come.
So I close the eyes that once saw things differently,
As my thoughts stroll aimlessly into my imagination from what once was.
Samuel Lombardo Sep 2014
Here and now-
lies ahead a road.
This uncertainty is
not sure-
cling and clangs
vultures and cultures;
yet, all I see
a bright light from above.
Autumn leaves around
clings of ruts fall
from the trees.
The cold heart of evil
spreading from the past-
the past of winds
cold chills
fire was burning out.
False love-
making no come back;
banishing back to oblivion.
I hear the angels-
strings being struck
from opposing directions;
and the strung
of these sounds
much more sour.
The dispel of a dream-
gone in the wind;
Oh! I see a dark cloud-
I see this won with no
failing winds-
disclose of a brighter hope.
The same child of the storm-
returns in the sunlight.
My wondering mind
wandering eyes
ask me the conscious question:
Is he from the retrospect
within the past storm.
Does this storm repeat itself?
All he remembers
is in retrospect-
This storm is history-
Can the sun return from retrospect?
In times of doubt we must understand that not everyone is the perfect individual.  This poem is dedicated to a past of ups and downs, lessons learned, and a forced opportunity to seek freedom without giving into this world of evil.
1227

My Triumph lasted till the Drums
Had left the Dead alone
And then I dropped my Victory
And chastened stole along
To where the finished Faces
Conclusion turned on me
And then I hated Glory
And wished myself were They.

What is to be is best descried
When it has also been—
Could Prospect taste of Retrospect
The tyrannies of Men
Were Tenderer—diviner
The Transitive toward.
A Bayonet’s contrition
Is nothing to the Dead.
Amitav Radiance May 2015
A retrospect fit
Modern dilemma
Unanswered questions
A disconnect
With yesterday and today
In between life happens
Vacillating mind
Heart’s left behind
Trying to gather
All the memories
Do not answer the puzzle
Scattered pieces
Unfulfilled spaces
A retrospect life
Soul lives for today
With many questions
Hovering in the mind

— The End —