Yesterday

An experience about a close friend or family member dying.

 

Yesterday is forgotten

I’ve blocked it out

The feelings I felt yesterday

Are through, I'm without

 

I’ve already tasted yesterday

And didn’t like the flavor

So I spit it on the ground

And I’m leaving it there forever

 

You can’t force me to think about yesterday

It was horror like nothing else

and just so you know

watching death is like dying yourself

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Number three of writing frenzy. This is my least favorite of the writing frenzy. yeah, I'm not in denial. So it may be kind of fake. Most poems I write are from actual experience. Dang, couldn't find a good picture for this one.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A very good way to live and think. Leave the old stuff behind and go forward. I enjoyed the thoughts and the desire in this poem. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[SeventhSin]

This is a super cool poem nice job :)

[The Scholar]

I like this poem a lot for its concise but strong message. The second stanza was pure brilliance, might I add! And the last line was so powerful.
And I just love it because it reminded me of The Beatles' Yesterday. :) And I love anything that does that.

All I would say is maybe change the last line of the first stanza to:

"Are out, and gone about."

It makes the whole thing flow smoother.


Overall, awesome poem! Your writing frenzy was good to you ;)

[Ink Angel]

Sad, yesterday is forgotten yet still lingers I feel. Thankyou x

[eeoopig]

Nice poem, sad but I found it peaceful in a way. Especially the last line "watching death is like dying yourself". I've never really experienced death up close, and hope I don't anytime soon. I know that's how I'd feel though, cold, hard and hollow inside.

[Pax]

poems for me are actual experience its what everyone felt and sometimes it hides something. keep it up my friend

[♥ Kinnixk]

I'm going to know this feeling in the near future...as much as i hate it coming...
I really like this poem, great write :)

[emman]

but sometimes the past shapes us to what we are now and what we will be in the future :)

[Cathy Wattam]

Hey, don't be so hard on yourself. This is good poetry. The second stanza is cracking! However, a couple of suggestions (if you don't mind?):-

"Yesterday is forgotten
I’ve blocked it out
The feelings I felt yesterday
Are gone, I'm without"

"You can’t force me to think about yesterday
It was horror like no other
and just so you know
watching death is like dying yourself"

Feel free to totally ignore my suggestions, it is your poem after all. By the way, I don't look at this poem as fake. You are not fake, therefore, your words cannot be either. Keep writing!