Yesteryear Poems - Poems about Yesteryear

we stood alone that's how hunger works we craved attention a little praise when i think back we could have banded we could have been strong but we didn't Submitted on March 4, 2025 to contest MARCH 2025 POSTED sponsored by BRIAN STRAND...

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Yesteryear cannot deny memories soft as lullabies Dreams and wishes began to fade as tomorrow overtakes yesterday Wiser maybe foolish still stubbornness strengthens will Love and loss of life's way haunts the stillness of today Bitterness of overkill sweetness of exciting thrills Words spoken in haste love lost never replaced I see your face in places been idle day dreams of us when Selfish hateful me you taunt as I...

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Thought I perhaps should let all my friends see, How touched I was on finding this letter to me, Found by mistake, after so many years, I collapsed into buckets of tears, A treasure bequeathed to me, was meant to be. POST-SCRIPT: As the writing is faint in the scan above I have typed it out for ease of legibility. Abu...

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There are some to ignore the past, As if those roots never fed the vine. Yet they'll recall a former landscape, Where harmony existed, everything was just fine. But this time-traveling effort begs the question, As to just when we should turn the clock back? Because no two can...

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In the mystical realms where shadows waltz with whispers of yesteryear, Where the moon's silver tendrils weave through the fabric of the night, The man, the mad ape, traverses, a spectral echo of humanity lost, Chasing the phantoms of thoughts, the specters of dreams, Within the labyrinthine corridors of his consciousness. The ideal mind, once a sanctuary of celestial brilliance, Now...

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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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Ford score and...Chevy five years ago, my Model A strapping handsome big bro, (who sped like one speeding Triumph font lee, crow), wing, & swooping Thunderbird, with bold face observers whistling Geronimo (Holy Jeep), this meant war whooping Comanche decked out as armadillo kicking up red feathery colored dust devils rivaling the fastest Alfa Romeo (while choking, gagging, loo sing russett sputum flecked with true grit mouthful size of Colorado) easily...

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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 delight for a kid Observing him carefully through the transparent glass Like...

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On Valentine's Day, February 14 I gifted you a single red rose That symbolized my single heart I still remember Our pleasure and passion We’ve flown and will fly together Under similar sun and moon That red rose cherishes My true love Everblooming in my heart True love should not be refreshed That's why on this February 14 I don't...

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You've aged well with Conviction Guarding your yesteryears of residential Presbyterian Thornton Heath in 58 and Kennards in the town centre Bygone Croydon days with Grants and Allders, crown jewels and Beatles at the festive Fairfield Halls 63 and Young Conservatives 64 in Purley...

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I've been wanting to call you, but the rolodex was trashed decades ago, and the laptops got Alzheimer's. I need a Bakelite dial phone one heavy enough to withstand some heavy breathing. When the living and the dead communicate they need the right tools. Love never dies they say, yet an I-phone has a microchip that has everything, but a heart....

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Youthful moments, fleeting young love swoons from the past yellowed portraits remain yesterday’s songs linger ...

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The simplicity Unlocked windows... unlocked doors Kids playing outside Old school rhythm and blues groove The community village...

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Hortense and Gertrude Priscilla, Imogene Once-popular names no more to be seen Isadore, Cornelius Cyrus and Mortimer Back in the day such names courted her You never know though when a name may return Such as Ambrose, Edsel Penelope or Fern...

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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 now recall the pleadings of romance As intimate allures of past...

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