Yesteryears Poems - Poems about Yesteryears

Twilight Days have dimmed gray Yester-youth, far away Longing for the past…has made me Grow old ...

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I REMEMBER (1) Candles & nightlights    flickering bright blackout curtains     shutting out light Dripping setting    from Sunday's roast spread  thick on Monday's toast Paper chains     cut and glued beer in glass      bottles brewed Christmas puddings    with threepenny bits  Meccano kits      made to fit Sunday school outings       upto Coombe hill my first ever train ride          so quite a thrill Summer walks     to the Bugle Horn crisps & lemonade      upon their lawn A weekly soak   ..in a round tin bath towelling off  by a fire in the hearth I REMEMBER (2) afterschool on a tuesday   my treat    awaiting on gran's baking tray a spicy aroma   filled the air  t'was   freshly baked- my  weekly share bread pudding piping hot    drizzled with honey moreish&           yummy a moist mouth  watering              confection in a  sultana delectation I REMEMBER (3) my clerking  ever on the go the junior    lowest                 of the low the office  with  partners just two pens   pencils   nearly-new daily drudgery   reality soon shone thru' the 'old man ' yelling       'ere lad   chop chop get me baccy    from t'corner shop  tea-break brews'                    in a stew bellows of hurry-hurry from  the back-office crew another  task        to get done this time    for the partner's son     no time to stop &chat   he'd forgotten the fish           for his wife's cat     the switchboard clicked            the doorbell chimed & skills to learn   juggle & prioritise whew!     nearly half five &  knock-off time     just one task still to do fetch the 'boss's   evening  news   was this really            the career    to choose?...

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Slowly slowly the brew is taking me over ...

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Salubrious salutations, new age gradually old made voyage, Living was perfunctory and now it’s stale, Can the memory sway? You yelled but no one heard, Maybe tide was chatty with time and now you are here, no quarter to hide; Speed of time is high then it flies. Many have come and gone but, all is saved to the core, Not by...

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On this dark eventide, tonight the thrum of crickets chirping songs, and the feral howling of wolves have crimped any romantic thoughts- until the pearlescent, silver moon laid sparkling threads upon the lake ...

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I long for the days of yesteryears All the memories I hold dear The way it was, my heart yearns Lessons of life that I learned Feeding his family, man labored Helping hands for a neighbor Compassion filled every heart Every man did his part Life was simple, without stress One cheered another’s success A man’s word sealed a deal By a bed, a family kneeled Life...

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The cowboys' farm is never free from till Their order is communicated through the whip To the horses that pull the plough Yes! Their whips are long and dreadful It reached them from every side They scamper at the sound of their voice It is heard like the sound of a wolf In the ‘fool moon’ They hide their shriveled mind Under...

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Yester years and yester fears remind me of other things. Hopes run low and stars bellow yet the sun will shine on what is mine. Yester years know yester fears because my legs felt the breeze.. my body felt the sqeeze.. my mind knew its ease and still smelt it pleasure. i kno now... what hopes run after.. but i shall walk instead.........

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Golden days of old when times were hard, Yet, families did things together. a ghostly story on the radio to make you scared. Or maybe if you had a piano a sing song was heard, No television in those days Families talked, today that sounds absurd Golden days were tinged with sadness When a person dies much too young. Medicine wasn't at its height the young...

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Granting no reprieve for myself, I continue this journey. This madness began moons ago I let you have what you so willingly took; My power. My self-worth. My sanity As of this very moment, I rescind my yesterday As of this moment, I revoke my power My self-worth. My sanity As you sit in the cracked and worn orange leather...

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Sometimes when I sink in my thoughts I see the enchanting face of gone by years In the wide open window of my heart With my eyes blurred with gushing tears When I take out my old albums to dust And aimlessly turn over its pages My mind is swept with a wave’s thrust Drifting to the time of saints and...

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Echoes of bright lights, furs disperse swirling across the waiting room the inevitable day of the burning sun the arrival of the yesteryears and present are already here tears emerging from the memories of our matrix's painful sites as we remember the footprints that our intercessors and forefathers left behind their memories unfurl with sweating tears along with the rose perfume...

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