Heyday Poems | Examples


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Sargasso

Surfing the Cyber Sea without a life vest
hunting and pecking each key at best
nothing but a gyre of flotsam and jetsam
Charybdis as far as the eye can see
where once all was clean and pristine
now the dreaded AI rules the roost
with spam from unwanted advertisers
to give it an unneeded boost
culprits remaining nameless
hiding behind anonymity
who knows what they have in mind
but open the door and it's for sure
once they're in they'll rob you blind
Britain is known to have ruled the waves
at the height of its happy heyday
a worldwide web with a maritime domain
but come what may all empires fall
yet will this disinformation superhighway remain?

Premium Member Autumn Heyday SS


                                                                   Autumn Heyday SS

                                                       Golden leaves in flight up high
                                                    Amber hues paint the sunlit sky
                                                     The heat of sunshine fades away
                                                      The air turns crisper day by day
                                                      Sour scent of decay on the way,
                                                        Autumn in midst of its heyday.

Premium Member The Heyday of Travel

    angry-gray steam billowing
       from its coal-stoked furnace
    its whistle threatening a reckoning

    speed decreasing with each turn of its wheels
       the mighty locomotive pulled into
    the station, her denizens eagerly waving

    to folks as familiar as the sounds of the prairie
       adventures to unpack once back home


Premium Member in his heyday of life

he knew everything; the answers were clear
exceptionally confident, for he was eighteen
youthful exuberance kept his ideals safe
dreaming of his future was a joy at this age
advantage of being young is super power of feeling invincible
yelling his truth to the moon in his heyday of life

Premium Member Past My Heyday

For fifty years I went to work
    Minimum wage; was I a jerk
  I'd slave away every day
    Bus ride home, eat, hit the hay

  Now a new life has opened up for me 
    Doing something I can hardly believe
  Waking up, I go outside; gaze at the grass, sky and trees
    Thus fortified, I head back in and write poetry

  It'll never pay the bills, but there are no bills to pay
    Only one complaint ~ I keep on hitting the hay

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