Best Yesteryear Poems

Nostalgic rumblings harken back, rattling on and on:
Where have the sweet dreams of yesteryear gone,
Why does starry night yield to nightmares of dawn
In shattered, dismantled, promised land of bygone.

First kiss was just a prologue to prized budding start
Which blossomed love passions of youthful heart,
How longingly...

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We played hide and seek
Running around the park.
And a game called british bulldogs,
It really was a lark.

Then there was scrumping apples
And getting chased off by the man.
How we loved knock and run,
Oh, how fast we ran.

Of course there was footie
Sometimes fifteen a side.
On tv we...

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vaguely remembered
the span when life was normal
cherished memories of last year
of freedom we took for granted~

a lifetime now behind us
shipwrecked in this pandemic sea
time at an unbearable standstill
having us float idle in angst
helpless as driftwood
whilst many of us drown
in our bygone memories



Published in my 24-page...

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There's the old house again
   the one you've heard so much about...
'Course it looks much smaller now
   and the front yard, that was 
   our baseball field, has shrunk...

Why is my stomach churning
What are these tears that blind my...

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Come, and lay here, on this soft grassy hill

hear stories I'll tell from yesteryear

the sun is setting... the air calm and fair

though a gentle breeze can caress your hair

listen, my dear, about the dragons you fear

allow your ears to be aware of the stories I...

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Yesteryear mixed dulcet days with bitterly sour moments.
Zesty and tart as lemons, but tempered with honeyed memories.
This year, I will only journey through sweet orange orchards.

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Casting my mind back many a year
To childhood days spent catching bees
Those long gone memories do bring a tear
Playing with friends in the summer breeze

A simple jam jar, air holes pierced in the lid
Laden with clover and blades of green grass
To catch a bumblebee, shear...

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We would find a spot in our town
Any place we could just hang out
A nook we had to gladly get down
Retreating there and turning out

We tried to do something as dumb
As blame thoughts of being young
To think an end would never come
No stone unturned or...

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Going through photographs of yesteryear,
makes me wonder what made you a murderer?
To the brother, who you claimed to be brother from another mother.

Going through photographs of yesteryear,
reminds me of the growing years when we (me & father) were your nurturers.
We told you to be her...

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I look at the photos of yesteryear,
Gazing at the faces of people,
I once knew.
With our rifles and our gear,
Crowded together were we,
Under the winter sky.
Those haggard faces all so drear,
Still stare out at me in voices I once knew,
Calling my name.
I look still at the...

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Toys from Yesteryear

Sitting very quietly, looking at a blank page
Prompted me to pen a poem about toys that were all the rage
I had some wooden jigsaw blocks when I was only two
In a wooden  box with a shiny brass clasp
And a picture of Winnie...

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Perhaps like a lightning
bolt of clear out of the blue
rigor mortis (tenon and
three decades hence)
two thousand fifty nine if you
count from January 13th 2019, adieu

attest that day 9 months I did brew
in wound (of the late Harriet Harris),
now finds me loved ones
crying boo hoo,
after this...

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“What I like about photographs is that they capture a moment that’s gone forever, impossible to reproduce.” — Karl Lagerfeld

Wonderful memories of yesteryear,
though long ago, are still so very clear

Trips to the seaside, a visit to the zoo,
hearing the steam train go choo choo

Riding on...

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Now at an advanced crotchety age
namely three score plus one Earth
orbitz around the nearest star,
yours truly revisits
poignant episodes foisting
launching snapchatting

one after another crisis
sidelining ability to cope
pursuing life, liberty
and pursuit of happiness
whiz hard by at light speed.

Though just a kid during third industrial revolution,
I remember feeling...

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Just sat here pondering on yesteryear, of times long gone yet still so clear,
We thought eating out was such a delight,outside the chippy on Saturday night.
We thought restaurants were for the famous and rich, in the City so far away,
We walked everywhere to save the...

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