Yesterday
Stage name: MrVersatile Da YoungKing
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Yesterday
I felt so Isolated
It was angry
Winter breeze
And wintry
Bites me like mosquito in summer.
Before you left me,
Like a shooting star.
I felt I could be loved
Indefinitely in clandestine.
Until we walk
In aisle to matrimony.
Yesterday
You left me in darkness.
Then now I feel
Like I'm beneath ancestors shades.
Always solitude
And feeling bored.
Oh poor me,
How can I flee
Today's stormy breeze
Without thy warmth arms?
My heart still yearns
for your clandestine ingredients.
Forget about yesterday,
Come back to me today.
At night late,
Moon starring at me
Tearing for me
For crashing alone.
Like a dew
Of a long night.
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Lesiba M
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A fantastic poem of the day, Lesiba...... Congrats for being chosen....10++++++++
Forget about yesterday, Come back to me today.. The flaming thirst fpr love is so emotionally penned. Congratulations being POD
Congratulations. Your poem places an emphasis on the loss of a loved one with the hope of his or her return. Nicely done. : -)
A lovely poem that chronicles the loss, longing and hope for a re-union with a loved one. Thanks and Congrats.
Nice poem. Emotionally powerful and with a nice style and flow. Thanks and congrats.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is trash - - full of grammar mistakes and incomprehensible items. What is this website coming to?
You got that right, John! There would have been 10,000 or more better choices as poem of the day! Everybody reading this, you know it's true. Most of your own poems are better! STOP PRAISING POEMS WHEN THEY ARE GARBAGE!