Such Are the Poems

I like the poems of yesteryear
The poems of ‘twas, and yon, and ere,
The poems whose ol’ archaic tongue
Was in its prime, and lo, e’er young.
Their tales were spun of days of yore
In silhouettes and shadows more,
Of wondrous things and myths of fame
Plucked from a fair and dainty dame.

She softly sang the chorus sweet
And gathered sparrows at her feet
And oh, she sang it o’er and o’er,
To us, who then, this poem’s for.
What e’er betide, I then must say
I like to let her have her way
To lure me to that time beyond
Inside the poems of which I’m fond.

I then embrace her bosom dear
And hold her close and tender near,
As I recite with her the rhyme
That thitherto I pulled from time,
And lay my head upon her breast
To find some solace and some rest.
Such are the poems of yesteryear
The poems of ‘twas, and yon, and ere.


Published in the Chapbook, Such Are the Poems, 2007
Published in Dare to Soar, 2013


© 2007, 2013 NavWorks Press and DE Navarro. All rights reserved.


Published in Dare to Soar, 2013. Available at any bookstore worldwide.

Or order a signed copy direct from The Curio 

DE Navarro teaches poetry and runs a poetry WordShop™ at We Write Poetry

This poem is about: 
Our world


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741