Best Bygone Poems

Memories Of Bygone Days


O' yes,  how well I remember her still
giant black oak atop big wooded hill
Those treasured days now long flown by
our free spirits flying so very high

Summer days within Nature's fine realm
majestic views that did so overwhelm
Cloudy days in the meadow far...

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With her first words she mesmerized his soul,
Of rose water and lavender was her aroma,
Her tip tap of her fairy tale walk was majestic,
A woman of status still in her prime of depth and note, 
Wisps of red-hot curls, floating out of control adding
To her...

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They slipped away
One by one
The bygone days
Of summer

Forgotten windchimes
Gently tingled
To the breezes ringing
Their last serenade

Wispy sunlight
Resisted giving way
To hurling winds
And skies darkened


 
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~BYGONE DAYS OF SUMMER~ 2020

AP: 3rd place 2022

Submitted on April 8, 2020 for contest STRAND POETRY PICK 5...

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Know a sweet lady who was once a nurse
In a home for retired folks
A perfect personality to take care of the aged
Such tender caring she evokes

Her sweet loving nature was a perfect match
They must have really adored her
A tender loving soul with a heart of...

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~ it brings tears - every ripple I wrote in my diary ~






14.02.2023
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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A Ripple To Me Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: JCB Brul
1st place in the contest

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Thank heavens, the winter that bit is bygone.

               Winter frost chilled gout-ed limbs, wrinkled 
     all crooked fingers severely knotted with revolting ink blue veins. 
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                     " come fluttering words, come drifting words...

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Know a sweet lady who was once a nurse
In a home for retired folks
A perfect personality to take care of the aged
Such tender caring she evokes

Her sweet loving nature is a perfect match
They must have really adored her
A tender loving soul with a heart of...

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The sick sadistic people that torture the kid
Thinking of thoughts to fascinating in sin
Hiding behind a stature of loneliness he hates
A time warp in his chest it elates
Swaying through time with no cause or mentality
He don't want to feel like a congenital abnormality
Piercing his mind...

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The sick sadistic people that torture the kid
Thinking of thoughts to fascinating in sin
Hiding behind a stature of loneliness he hates
A time warp in his chest it elates
Swaying through time with no cause or mentality
He don't want to feel like a congenital abnormality
Piercing his mind...

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Although Tai-Gueng-Uang’s* wife 
did not abandon her husband but wanted 
to avoid poverty, she, now, is so sad and agonizing
because no water poured to the ground can be recovered.

Although the people say that Tai-Gueng-Uang angled 
the sun, moon, stars and clouds and winds with straight...

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Bygone Days
Written: By Tom Wright
4/3/2007

Remember the slogan
 “Haskell is moving, are you pushing?

The railroad depot stands no more
In the spot it occupied for so long.
Instead in it’s space, a Homeland store,
But in my memory it doesn’t belong.

Just across the street a Janitorial supply
Where once was...

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Bygone days

Climbing trees 
Paper boats
Scabby knees
Duffle coats
Pick n mix
Runny nose
Thrupenny bits
Scruffy clothes 
Flying kites
Desperate Dan 
Conquer fights
Tins of spam
Spots n pimples
Teachers cane
Hunting thimbles
Bronco lane
Skimming stones
Hopscotch
Nit combs
Chicken pox
Kicking cans
Running wild
Building dams
Fifties child...

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Remember when we graced the fields with
youthful glee and innocence?
When time non-existent hid its face
and all was pure and sacrosanct.

We scoured a realm these days unseen 
and magic glittered in our eyes.
The moon a marvel and stars our wishes.
Did your dream come true?

Searching for the...

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As yellow leaves wither in the autumn breeze,
only apathetic thoughts remain 
in this nonchalant existence of 
my diseased body and over the hill mind!

It reminds me a time of agility, 
A time of struggle and celebrations,   
An age when dreams of a better...

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