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Array ( [sid] => 185944 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Sweet Yesterdays [time] => 2019-03-01 03:43:31 [hometext] => [bodytext] =>

Winters chill has early come,
The night airs cold and lonely breath,
Takes strength from this my weary soul,
A feeling likened unto death,
With tears of longing flowing free,
Toward the stars my eyes I raise,
And think about the love we shared,
And yesterdays, sweet yesterdays.

Did we give up, give in too fast?
Held in the iron grip of past,
We dropped the curtain on loves play,
With happiness one more tear away...

So slowly now the time does pass,
The hellish ticking of the clock,
The hand of fate has closed the door,
Put in the key and turned the lock,
And as I watch my bridges burn,
I see as ghosts through smoky haze,
The images of smiles and you,
And yesterdays, sweet yesterdays.

L.Carling [comments] => 6 [counter] => 172 [topic] => 22 [informant] => Rakerman1999 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )

Sweet Yesterdays

Contributed by Rakerman1999 on Friday, 1st March 2019 @ 03:43:31 AM in AEST
Topic: LostLove

Winters chill has early come,
The night airs cold and lonely breath,
Takes strength from this my weary soul,
A feeling likened unto death,
With tears of longing flowing free,
Toward the stars my eyes I raise,
And think about the love we shared,
And yesterdays, sweet yesterdays.

Did we give up, give in too fast?
Held in the iron grip of past,
We dropped the curtain on loves play,
With happiness one more tear away...

So slowly now the time does pass,
The hellish ticking of the clock,
The hand of fate has closed the door,
Put in the key and turned the lock,
And as I watch my bridges burn,
I see as ghosts through smoky haze,
The images of smiles and you,
And yesterdays, sweet yesterdays.

L.Carling

Copyright Â© Rakerman1999 ... [ 2019-03-01 03:43:31]
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Re: Sweet Yesterdays (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Friday, 1st March 2019 @ 03:57:32 AM AEST
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Crazy good introspection and so beautifully written that I/'/m smitten :) amazing flow.....

Re: Sweet Yesterdays (User Rating: 1 )
by Spike on Friday, 1st March 2019 @ 12:18:44 PM AEST
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I dig the sweet sentiment, as well as the heartache. Love the lilting final lines to the first and third stanzas. Kudos.

S.

Re: Sweet Yesterdays (User Rating: 1 )
by softerware on Friday, 1st March 2019 @ 07:42:41 PM AEST
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I enjoy the rhyme scheme you have deftly created to our delight. some wonderful phrases here...THE NIGHT AIRS COLD AND LONELY BREATH...THE HELLISH TICKING OF THE CLOCK. these drew me along so cleverly that I hardly realized the poem was ending..And I do regret that it does.
This is beautifully written, and more professionally executed than I am capable of explaining --but thankfully, able to appreciate and enjoy!
softerware

Re: Sweet Yesterdays (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 2nd March 2019 @ 08:00:42 AM AEST
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thoughts about death
bring joy
three thoughts about death each
and every day
are needed
the doctor says

to keep you thinking
about today
and how precious
life is.

weird I know,
but it keeps you
in the moment
and living that
way helps one
to live old.

Peace!

Re: Sweet Yesterdays (User Rating: 1 )
by hauntedscorp on Saturday, 2nd March 2019 @ 06:44:49 PM AEST
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Welcome back Larry... this poem got me right in the feels. I’m living and breathing it.

Thanks for posting.

~Scorp

Re: Sweet Yesterdays (User Rating: 1 )
by MoonlitAngel on Sunday, 3rd March 2019 @ 06:11:10 PM AEST
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this is sweet. I like the end:

And as I watch my bridges burn,
I see as ghosts through smoky haze,
The images of smiles and you,
And yesterdays, sweet yesterdays.

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