Yesterday Poems - Poems about Yesterday

...She got it for a birthday surprise but her emotion came alive and she tossed it in the middle of the sea and it drifts in a temperature above minus fifteen degrees. The silent waves move it around an......Read the rest...

...Warfarin wanderer of dark forests Shattered dreams of yesterday Promises forgotten like petals In the wind diatonic chords That no one can process Yesterday’s and faraway Slumbers wake a vis......Read the rest...

... (Kafkaesque) This is a Franz Kafka style poem All ill manner of men dances at the bottom of my flowing skirt, A circus of vultures aiming high, playing solitude in the dirt, Trumpeting flame......Read the rest...

...Yesterday, I stroked a horse: I ran my hand along his back And watched his every muscle twitch, So sensitive—what a proud and Ceremonious beast. He held his head Lightly—comfortable, with no f......Read the rest...

...TRANSFORMATION Am I really a mouse, surely it can’t be Yesterday, I was a mountain of a man Yet now, scrambling from these sheets In the morning light, I look down to see That I have short whi......Read the rest...

...Praying It was just yesterday, his love was a quiet smile, embracing the faith, the sigh, like a heart who can see, past the ugly in me, through the expanse of shadows, pouring over my naked......Read the rest...

... In tones of a blushing sunset, Folding, midway between graceful And twilight, hesitating On the verge of a wind’s song, Quivering with light, Familiar yet like a silent smile, Serene and a......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The butterfly without wings is transparent. Are the butterfly's wings in a surrealistic temple? What makes the butterfly tremble? Yesterday I had my wings so light an......Read the rest...

...Loneliness seeps within my inner soul I ponder of today and yesterday Lost to the past my future ever-lasts Alone, thinking I keep my thoughts at bay How long will I stay in my room and think? ......Read the rest...

...Sitting here thinking about the past regret for time mislaid What’s done is gone all swans in song — tomorrow’s yesterday (The New Room: May, 2024) ......Read the rest...

...I never wake up to silence, It is as if my brain wakes up before I do– I am already thinking before I can even comprehend it. I automatically think of the ways in which I could have done things be......Read the rest...

...I often write about the ocean. I went to see a museum exhibit, yesterday, “Dutch Art in a Global Age.” The paintings of sailboats on the sea caught my attention. Breathtaking and romantic, admired th......Read the rest...

...You got me flowers last week, The petals started to wilt and fall yesterday, –So I carefully glued them back on. Despite my best efforts, they continued to die. No amount of love and care can ke......Read the rest...

...In the dire moments of constant fear, anyone can sense danger from all sides... wondering if this is our final chapter, or the continuation of more absurd lies! I sold my gold to pay off some h......Read the rest...

...In the dire moments of constant fear, anyone can sense danger from all sides... wondering if this is our final chapter, or the continuation of more absurd lies! I sold my gold to pay off some h......Read the rest...