Bygone Days Poems - Poems about Bygone Days

The warmth of the sun shines on my face and in doing so I glow with radiance, my long hair looks like strands of gold in a dull world, society doesn't accept me but yet I feel free as I watch the ascent of light in the east To be different is not normal, but yet...

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I shall write of bygone days Old memories, old-fashioned times Of strange and primitive ways, Simple tunes and easy rhymes. When poems were read out loud To entertain family and friends, Prayers were said with heads bowed To each his own business attends. While life flowed steadily onward And chaotic noises were eschewed, At all costs everyone avoided discord And dinnertime was a day reviewed. written November...

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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 with no anesthesia Mind caught in the lake of amnesia Grasping towards...

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Gone are the times when we did play when laughter swept us through the day when sunshine filled the world we knew with petals wet from morning dew with lilac trees and sagebrush brooms and e'er the sweet honeysuckle blooms What would I give to relive an hour of bygone days when sunshine filled the world we knew and...

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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 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST Originally posted...

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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 Conoco’s realm. The change has left me to wonder why But time...

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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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************************ i cry for spring of bygone days... wanton... desires rife... procreation... in all hearts... winter took its leave with grace... no sanction seed cast... and set in autumn... elation... spring back then... warm... allowing for good starts... i cry for spring of bygone days... wanton... the pleasure of sunlit dawns... it brought on rapid growth in both gardens... and in parks... winter took...

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In faded jeans and a knotted blouse I would go out of the house Although I loved skirts but were not allowed It was maintained that too much of legs they showed Clutching a notebook n a book In a fancy bag I would go n hang it on a hook...

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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 with no anesthesia Mind caught in the lake of amnesia Grasping towards...

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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 hook dropped in water, why, not speak of the time,...

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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 below flowers galore, O' what a great show My lady and I...

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So far away from now and by chance, perhaps, somehow, Dreams come through foggy haze of both time and bygone days. Younger then was our youth, outweighed by nought but the truth; Hidden from future’s glare was an innocence once rare. Beauty shifts...

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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 with no anesthesia Mind caught in the lake of amnesia Grasping towards...

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Do you want to forget the facts of those bygone days We saw those days with our own eyes – there was love always Come; please come one more time sweetheart in my heart Let’s talk about joy and grief right from the start We used to pick flowers and rock in cradle We sang playing flute all that...

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