YESTERDAY POEMS

My Dream

So many times I thought about yesterday
A day that I was innocent in every way
When I was just a little girl who was playing all day
And just cried when someone ruined my day.
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Ma. Cristina Colima

Precious Words

I know we've come a long way,
I know I'm no longer a part of you.
Yet I remember like it was yesterday,
Precious words that were few.
.....

Az Mo

A Memory

It all seems like yesterday,
When the sun made a pathway,
The waves soaked my feet,
The ocean played a song
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Az Mo

Forgotten Boyhood

He wears a long and solemn face
And drives the children from his place;
He doesn't like to hear them shout
Or race and run and romp about,
.....

Edgar Albert Guest

Beware Of Dogs

No Fela and son could tell of
this present roaring Government.
We would soon forget this forgery pain
upon the odours the land created.
.....

John Chizoba Vincent

This Land Is Not For Sale.

This house is not for sale-
beware of my kitchened wife,
beware of Emeka, my son
& Tobi, my Son-in-law;
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John Chizoba Vincent

Note To Dad

There is a new one called Bob, or is it Rob.
His face is round just like a door knob.
He has a mop of hair that looks like a mob.
Although he is not, he acts like a snob.
.....

Gabriel Mapati

The Other

The forest ended. Glad I was
To feel the light, and hear the hum
Of bees, and smell the drying grass
And the sweet mint, because I had come
.....

Edward Thomas

I Lost My Diamond

I lost my diamond
While I was busy collecting stones
That had no value
Yesterday I was busy ,
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Senty De Poet

Breathe Slowly

O beloved,
come, let's do something,
let's read the lines of our fate,
come, let's do something.
.....

Pallavi Deepchand

The Names

Yesterday, I lay awake in the palm of the night.

A soft rain stole in, unhelped by any breeze,

.....

Billy Collins

Law Like Love

Law, say the gardeners, is the sun,
Law is the one
All gardeners obey
To-morrow, yesterday, to-day.
.....

W. H. Auden

Indian Boyhood

What happened to the boy I was?
Why did he run away?
And leave me old and thinking, like
There'd been no yesterday?
.....

Spike Milligan

Cultural Exchange

In the Quarter of the Negroes
Where the doors are doors of paper
Dust of dingy atoms
Blows a scratchy sound.
.....

Langston Hughes

From The Masjid-al-aqsa Of Sayyid Ahmed (wahabi

Not with an outcry to Allah nor any complaining
He answered his name at the muster and stood to the chaining.
When the twin anklets were nipped on the leg-bars that held them,
He brotherly greeted the armourers stooping to weld them.
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Rudyard Kipling

Die For Non

Life is full of ups and down,
Mixed with happiness and sorrows,
Success and failure,
Profit and loss.
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Norbu Dorji

Carpe Diem

Yesterday is gone, tomorrow is still to come,
Present is intermediate of yesterday & tomorrow,
What we are today is accumulated effect of yesterday,
Present is a gateway to future,
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Norbu Dorji

The Roll Of The Kettledrum; Or, The Lay Of The Last Charger

“You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet,
Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone?
Of two such lessons, why forget
The nobler and the manlier one?”-Byron.
.....

Adam Lindsay Gordon

Always At Sea

Always at sea I think about the dead.
On barques invisible they seem to sail
The self-same course; and from the decks cry ‘Hail'!
Then I recall old words that they have said,
.....

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Mazelli: Canto Iii

I.

With plumes to which the dewdrops cling,
Wide waves the morn her golden wing;
.....

George W. Sands

Cleared

(In Memory of a Commission)

Help for a patriot distressed, a spotless spirit hurt,
Help for an honourable clan sore trampled in the dirt!
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Rudyard Kipling

The Computation

For the first twenty years since yesterday
I scarce believed thou couldst be gone away;
For forty more I fed on favors past,
And forty on hopes that thou wouldst they might last.
.....

John Donne

Tender Arrivals

Where ever something breathes
Heart beating the rise and fall
Of mountains, the waves upon the sky
Of seas, the terror is our ignorance, that's
.....

Amiri Baraka

Threnody

THRENODY


Blame your Jesus for the sins on earth!
.....

John Chizoba Vincent

Spring Pools

These pools that, though in forests, still reflect
The total sky almost without defect,
And like the flowers beside them, chill and shiver,
Will like the flowers beside them soon be gone,
.....

Robert Frost

Cuchullain's Lament Over Fardiad

Play was each, pleasure each,
Until Fardiad faced the beach;
One had been our student life,
One in strife of school our place,
.....

George Sigerson

They're Coming Back

THEY 'RE coming home Thanksgiving Day,
They 're coming back once more,
And mother's smiles begin to play
The way they did before
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Edgar Albert Guest

A True Account Of Talking To The Sun On Fire Island

y! I've been
trying to wake you up for fifteen
minutes. Don't be so rude, you are
only the second poet I've ever chosen
.....

Frank O'hara

Fragment: Sufficient Unto The Day

Is not to-day enough? Why do I peer
Into the darkness of the day to come?
Is not to-morrow even as yesterday?
And will the day that follows change thy doom?
.....

Percy Bysshe Shelley

Your Children

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you.
And though they are with you, they belong not to you.
.....

Khalil Gibran

The Great Hunger

I
Clay is the word and clay is the flesh
Where the potato-gatherers like mechanised scarecrows move
Along the side-fall of the hill - Maguire and his men.
.....

Patrick Kavanagh

Uniformity

Though we think alike
but our actions are nothing alike
Today, we march in unity
then the next day we are in disparity
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Ogunjobi Olaitan

Thousand Lies.

Promise are to keep & hold it with dignity,
Enlighten beings sacrifice life there,
Rather than breaking promises,
Nobel are the person who hold promises.
.....

Norbu Dorji

Beauty And Files

I don't know what is the vice I 'er own
Yet, forbidden stars'-light can't shed my light
Mine own is all too heavy, I swen
So a ministerial marked the school
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Pijush Biswas

Endymion: Book Iii

There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men
With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen
Their baaing vanities, to browse away
The comfortable green and juicy hay
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John Keats

A Novelty

Why should I care for the Ages
Because they are old and grey?
To me, like sudden laughter,
The stars are fresh and gay;
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G. K. Chesterton

A Haunted Room

In the dim chamber whence but yesterday
Passed my beloved, filled with awe I stand;
And haunting Loves fluttering on every hand
Whisper her praises who is far away.
.....

John Hay

Humming-bird

Why do you stand on the air
And no sun shining?
How can you hold yourself so still
On raindrops sliding?
.....

Hilda Conkling

The Hammers: Part 05 - St. Helena, May, 1821

Tap! Tap! Tap!
Through the white tropic night.
Tap! Tap!
Beat the hammers,
.....

Amy Lowell

Surprise

When the stunned soul can first lift tired eyes
On her changed world of ruin, waste and wrack,
Ah, what a pang of aching sharp surprise
Brings all sweet memories of the lost past back,
.....

Emma Lazarus

Pigeons

ODALISQUES, odalisques,
Treading the pavement
With feet pomegranate-stained:
We bartered for, bought you
.....

Padraic Colum

Children

And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, 'Speak to us of Children.'

And he said:

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Khalil Gibran

It's Still You

I gave it all,
To let go,
Yet, the scar still remains fresh.

.....

Thejasenuo Peseyie

The Song Of The Cicadas

Yesterday there came to me
from a green and graceful tree
as I loitered listlessly
nothing doing, nothing caring,
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Roderic Quinn

The Rewards Of Industry

A FRIEND of mine said yesterday: 'There goes a man across the way
Who paid ten thousand dollars for a home a week ago;
He owns an automobile now, a saddle horse and keeps a cow,
And smokes cigars at fifty cents a throw.
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Edgar Albert Guest

The Swiss Alps.

Yesterday brown was still thy head, as the locks of my loved one,

Whose sweet image so dear silently beckons afar.
Silver-grey is the early snow to-day on thy summit,
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Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

My November Guest

My Sorrow, when she's here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
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Robert Frost

The Housekeeper

I let myself in at the kitchen door.
“It's you,” she said. “I can't get up. Forgive me
Not answering your knock. I can no more
Let people in than I can keep them out.
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Robert Frost

Mutability

From low to high doth dissolution climb,
And sink from high to low, along a scale
Of awful notes, whose concord shall not fail;
A musical but melancholy chime,
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William Wordsworth

Thousand Star Hotel, Hanoi

I.

Over the road from the three star Galaxy Hotel is our hotel,
the old park on Phan Dinh Phung Street,
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S. K. Kelen