Yesterday

honestly its a poem about yesterday....my title is not misleading in any way

Sure yesterday is a place

 

A place devoid of all warmth

Where the trees bleed red

The Sun shines grey

And tears crystallize into diamonds

 

A place where nothing can live

Where rivers flow with bleached bones

The flowers in permanent wilt

And air that smells of sulfur

 

 A place with moving shadows

Where nightmares prowl

The grass pokes at your feet

And heads turn backward

 

A place with no people

Where hearts go to die

The skin peels from bone

And insanity runs wild

Author's Note

Pressure for this note box is too real right now

Reviews

[PineTree]

This poem does take me to a place. I find it interesting that you titled it "yesterday" it paints a picture of some horror that took place previously. I find this poem to be very dark, which I assume was your intention. I find it interesting that you portrayed yesterday in terms of nature void of life. You also used action words such as "flow" "moving" and "prowl" which gave the poem more substance, instead of just a stagnant description.
I hope you found my review helpful, it's only the second one I've written :)

[KaitlynnLogan]

thanks!! This poem however was the last one I wrote in the little series thing (I wrote a today and tomorrow too) and I wanted them to almost embody what those words mean to mean. Like yesterday is full of shoulda coulda and wouldas, today is a dark dirty reality, and tomorrow is an idolized fantasy that probs won't happen. So thank you again for your comment. :)

[GreenEyedPoet]

Great portrayal of what yesterday is, this definitely takes you to a dark place. I don't know why, but I really liked the line - where rivers flow with bleached bones.

[KaitlynnLogan]

Thanks for your comment :) I love to read what other people think about my writing...helps me make it better!

[GreenEyedPoet]

You're welcome. :)