Yesterdays Poems - Poems about Yesterdays

The shuttlecock's not got a feather my balls have lost their tether yo-yo and hula hoop have gone for a loop chasing rainbow's become a boring chore in any kind of weather and me I fling and fly frisbees no more as now there's come the day when games and music I can't play the fiddle has a broken bow out of wind such...

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"When yesterdays became devoid of compassion", you became the reflection in my mirror— the darkness that cast its shadows upon my walls, the screams that woke me in the dead of night. Reaching out, silhouettes dissipated into thin air. When the clock approached the witching hour. Nothing but my demons were there to keep me company. Forked tongues whispered insecurities, poison-dipped lies into...

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The rich green leaves of Summer die in Autumn like a love that is no more both defenseless to the currents of change tumbling toward an unfamiliar stream flowing out of a sea where yesterdays have already passed carrying dusted memories, entwined by the twist of life where wishes are hidden with lost stars of memorialized misperceptions having come and gone like vanishing time when...

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orange red and purple feeling of serenity yesterdays twilight...

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For so long I’ve tried to live in yesterdays, To be content to live in the past so I could Cope with the sadness of these present days. But I realize yesterdays can’t give me The answers to the problems that face me. The past is just the past and not reality. The lives and emotions I felt back then, Are...

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There's a pile of sullied threads on the floor from muddied quarrels of our yesterdays Remnants of life that we stripped bare like sheets from a bed needing laundering It's a hoard of soiled and frayed toggeries too foul from words to be properly cleansed I thought of trying to bury the lot of it but shoveling the hurt left blisters on...

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Yesterdays flowers On the road to Bolequeime on the way to the German supermarket that sells proper Teutonic sausages the flowers of yesterday sitting on white plastic chairs, in high heels and shorts Sometimes, a car stops, not a man in a white van mostly a big car with tinted windows, an important the person on his way to his...

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1 evening sunlight on a wall echo conversations of unheard voices an empty chair rocks slowly recollection reimagines pictures of love inner sensations melt into melancholy...

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That was yesterday. I forgot. If I could… I would have just done the laundry. It’s afternoon. The moon came out already. It does that sometimes. After the moon, I eat. Laundry. Socks, shirts, spinning, and churning. I wish. That was last night. I have work today. I pull out my last clean clothes. And leave....

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Back when girlish daydreams rode the ether like coal-glowy-clouds featly feet kept a beat in spring grass as I flounced with Romany wind breezy-gypsy-lips brushed my cheek as I whirled in his arms ‘til I fell over on pillows of clover… white fields did pillow my dreams as slow-motion-cumulus shape-shifted to what I wanted to see I found you...

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Old flame memories, and game show repeats, viewed through tobacco, it's smoke fills the room, loneliness, only, stays glued to defeat, blue-bottles, can't help, but choke on the gloom. Dreams like the remote, corroded to rust, unopened, unpaid, bills sit by the door, surrendered and lost, to despair and dust, no-one levelled up, around here for sure. Each day's an ashtray, of stub...

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YESTERDAYS WISHES They were yesterday’s wishes, all silly fantasies Bubbly without serious thought, as it was then Thinking that the world was here just to please Reality finally dawned, but I am not sure when Sometime in the midst of that sound and fury That the sword really was mightier than the pen There is no way left to appoint a balanced...

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In the golden corn, the sunlit dawns we lay in each other's arms seen babbling brooks, the craggy nooks In sweet Perth with all its charms. Gone are the days of yesterdays since my Maureen went away the summer morns have now all gone my Maureen could no longer stay. We watched the sun fast sinking down on many a glorious day we even watched...

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Beyond the bustling cities I’ve witnessed, From New York to Chicago, Boston, and Washington, Lies a stark reality of homelessness, Where hope seems elusive. Yesterday, I engaged in conversation with a relative, As she walked through a parking lot, intent on reaching her car. A homeless man halted her progress, His plea for a dollar met...

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On the wind and sun there's a message to convey of hope and rebirth of chances to play Shorn of the need we stand attention to plate and skirmish all our yesterdays Where were you when we were being ourselves The August people sneered we longed for the west where colours turn to gold ...

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