Nostalgia Poems
#nostalgia
Nostalgia poems, uplifting poetry fortified with an air of nostalgia. Poetry exploring sentimental affections for the past and poems to remember times gone by. Poems about the popular culture of another era, memories of childhood experiences, or recollections of what home used to feel like.
Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
7th Apr 2025 10:59am
7th Apr 2025 10:59am
Memories
It was almost buried in the sand.
I remember the sunny sky and his hand.
It feels like I took so many things for granted.
All the memories I had above.
I was a kid and had almost all I wanted.
And yearned for the things I never had.
Like he smell of sand in the air.
And my long,dark brown hair.
I remember just having fun.
No stress,and no need to run.
But sometimes,you don't miss something until you lose it.
If only I could be a kid once again.
I would feel better than a changed man.
I remember the way we...
I remember the sunny sky and his hand.
It feels like I took so many things for granted.
All the memories I had above.
I was a kid and had almost all I wanted.
And yearned for the things I never had.
Like he smell of sand in the air.
And my long,dark brown hair.
I remember just having fun.
No stress,and no need to run.
But sometimes,you don't miss something until you lose it.
If only I could be a kid once again.
I would feel better than a changed man.
I remember the way we...
#hope
#memorial
#nostalgia #uplifting
#nostalgia #uplifting
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wallyroo92
Bumped 3rd Apr 2025 6:23am
31st May 2019 7:06pm
31st May 2019 7:06pm
I'm Broken
I’m broken
Fractured in the place underneath the core
Where the structure of existence and foundation lie
Where the texture of abstract thought has torn
It’s the phase when faith and creed are shaken
Reveling in the freedom of what the revelation brought
Wrought ceaselessly by the eons of perilous times
When then the vain and futile plans have come to naught
It’s the sinister void of all reason and purpose
The rupture in the framework of the mind
Slivering away, slowly caving in, unreeling
Till all the unholy fears are lived...
Fractured in the place underneath the core
Where the structure of existence and foundation lie
Where the texture of abstract thought has torn
It’s the phase when faith and creed are shaken
Reveling in the freedom of what the revelation brought
Wrought ceaselessly by the eons of perilous times
When then the vain and futile plans have come to naught
It’s the sinister void of all reason and purpose
The rupture in the framework of the mind
Slivering away, slowly caving in, unreeling
Till all the unholy fears are lived...
#hope
#confessional
#SelfReflection
#nostalgia
#SelfWorth
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DaisyGrace
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 2:37am
3rd Apr 2025 2:37am
The Best Spring Times Are –
the roll down the windows, let my hair
tangle in the just-mown-grassy wind
while I belt classic country songs
(and by classic, I mean Jo Dee Messina),
your hand curve-squeezed around my thigh,
and my hand riding the rushing spring,
curving miles speed underneath our feet while we
navigate by whatever star blinks awake next
times;
the sitting in the dark counting down
the days til lightning bug sparks,
drinking tea (mine will always be iced
and sweet) laced with the first sunny
warm day of the year, and stealing
kisses...
tangle in the just-mown-grassy wind
while I belt classic country songs
(and by classic, I mean Jo Dee Messina),
your hand curve-squeezed around my thigh,
and my hand riding the rushing spring,
curving miles speed underneath our feet while we
navigate by whatever star blinks awake next
times;
the sitting in the dark counting down
the days til lightning bug sparks,
drinking tea (mine will always be iced
and sweet) laced with the first sunny
warm day of the year, and stealing
kisses...
#nostalgia
#spring
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Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 8:14pm
1st Apr 2025 8:14pm
[NaPoWriMo - 2025 Collection] Flowers from Thoughts
NaPoWriMo Collection: Flowers from Thoughts]
Prelude
Flush wisteria, lavender
ripened upon their vine
Eliot’s hyacinth couple
deep purple, beyond the rain-
pummeled garden gate
A mossy footpath, wet
seeping between toes
of bare feet, droplets plop
extend upward, fall
into Earth's moistened mouth
. . .Other echoes
Inhabit the garden. Shall we follow?
Not to learn but remember
nor think back to before
November circumstance
tilled the soil of withered slumber ...
Prelude
Flush wisteria, lavender
ripened upon their vine
Eliot’s hyacinth couple
deep purple, beyond the rain-
pummeled garden gate
A mossy footpath, wet
seeping between toes
of bare feet, droplets plop
extend upward, fall
into Earth's moistened mouth
. . .Other echoes
Inhabit the garden. Shall we follow?
Not to learn but remember
nor think back to before
November circumstance
tilled the soil of withered slumber ...
#nature
#mythology
#nostalgia
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 6:50am
1st Apr 2025 6:50am
Lost...Somewhere in Time
Those late night tunes can get us lost
Somewhere in time
When the mind wanders into some forgotten places
Reliving moments briefly
As if they were just yesterday
Them lyrics can turn back the clock
And unlock memories
The details are ghostly caresses on the mind’s eye
Longing for just tiny piece
Just to ease the ache
The melodies can surge an energy
A restless fantasy revived
When “could have beens” burn like whiskey straight up
Going down smooth
To make the yearning numb
These songs can take you...
Somewhere in time
When the mind wanders into some forgotten places
Reliving moments briefly
As if they were just yesterday
Them lyrics can turn back the clock
And unlock memories
The details are ghostly caresses on the mind’s eye
Longing for just tiny piece
Just to ease the ache
The melodies can surge an energy
A restless fantasy revived
When “could have beens” burn like whiskey straight up
Going down smooth
To make the yearning numb
These songs can take you...
#memories
#music
#nostalgia #WritingPoetry
#nostalgia #WritingPoetry
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
31st Mar 2025 1:38am
31st Mar 2025 1:38am
That Was Then. This Is Now.
At first, nobody liked Betty.
She was nothing more than a nerd.
But that was high school.
We saw her at Roger's bachelor party.
She looked so hot in that dress.
She was nothing more than a nerd.
But that was high school.
We saw her at Roger's bachelor party.
She looked so hot in that dress.
#beauty
#fiction
#nostalgia
#school
#seductive
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
27th Mar 2025 5:27am
27th Mar 2025 5:27am
Where do we go from here?
and where do we go from here?
How do we live past the drought?
Will we be able to forgive or forget?
When the light is about to give out
How will we rise after the fall?
Can we spring back on our feet?
Will summer be a distant memory
When winter slows the heartbeat
Will time heal those old wounds?
As tired eyes lose sight but gain vision
Will we grieve for those wasted days?
For naïve youth and mere indecisions
Will we still be able to hear the music?
Just as we did “back in the day”
If we don’t know where...
How do we live past the drought?
Will we be able to forgive or forget?
When the light is about to give out
How will we rise after the fall?
Can we spring back on our feet?
Will summer be a distant memory
When winter slows the heartbeat
Will time heal those old wounds?
As tired eyes lose sight but gain vision
Will we grieve for those wasted days?
For naïve youth and mere indecisions
Will we still be able to hear the music?
Just as we did “back in the day”
If we don’t know where...
#aging
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#nostalgia #WritingPoetry
#nostalgia #WritingPoetry
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nightbirdblue
Poem Published
25th Mar 2025 10:23pm
25th Mar 2025 10:23pm
Goodbye DUP
It’s been almost 8 years since I joined DU.
It’s been almost 8 years since I left my abusive ex-husband.
I had been living with him for 8 years before finding this site.
Finding DU was finding my voice, a voice that had been silenced for so long. I was being tortured, suffering, suicidal, and on the verge of relapsing with self-harm.
The community here saw my pain bleeding onto the page, and you came to support and uplift me. More than that, you all saw my potential, and encouraged me to overcome great feats.
There will never be another...
It’s been almost 8 years since I left my abusive ex-husband.
I had been living with him for 8 years before finding this site.
Finding DU was finding my voice, a voice that had been silenced for so long. I was being tortured, suffering, suicidal, and on the verge of relapsing with self-harm.
The community here saw my pain bleeding onto the page, and you came to support and uplift me. More than that, you all saw my potential, and encouraged me to overcome great feats.
There will never be another...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#FeelingLost
#grief
#identity
#nostalgia
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
21st Mar 2025 5:00am
21st Mar 2025 5:00am
The Nostalgic Nightingale
Perched on a withering branch
The nightingale sings a melancholic song
With a voice that remembers the past
Like echoes of spring from long, long ago
As the wind stirs amidst the trees
The nightingale sings a despondent tune
A winged memory of open blue skies
Now painted with a little more gloom…
But at night the nightingale sits in silence
Warm in the nest looking up at the stars
While the wind whispers amidst the trees
And leaves fall gently on the ground
The little bird reminisces of times
Of days lived and laughed and gone ...
The nightingale sings a melancholic song
With a voice that remembers the past
Like echoes of spring from long, long ago
As the wind stirs amidst the trees
The nightingale sings a despondent tune
A winged memory of open blue skies
Now painted with a little more gloom…
But at night the nightingale sits in silence
Warm in the nest looking up at the stars
While the wind whispers amidst the trees
And leaves fall gently on the ground
The little bird reminisces of times
Of days lived and laughed and gone ...
#birds
#memories
#nostalgia #TimeHeals
#nostalgia #TimeHeals
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msbellepoetry43
Poem Published
18th Mar 2025 4:17am
18th Mar 2025 4:17am
The Hood
When you
FROM THE HOOD,
LIVING in a
RUNNED DOWN,
RURAL NEIGHBORHOOD!!!
When your CHURCH, your SCHOOL,
your BEAUTY SALON,
BARBER SHOP and
the LIQUOR STORE,
is only WITHIN
WALKING DISTANCE,
When the ICE CREAM
TRUCK RUNS during the DAY, and
LATE AT NIGHT!!
WHEN KIDS ARE ON
BIKES, SCOOTERS,
SKATEBOARDS and SKATES,
WHEN YOU BETTER
HURRY HOME QUICK,
the STREET LIGHTS will come ON,
HURRYING HOME BECAUSE IT'S LATE,
When it's a SCHOOL NIGHT,
and YOU have to BE IN BED by 8,
DO...
FROM THE HOOD,
LIVING in a
RUNNED DOWN,
RURAL NEIGHBORHOOD!!!
When your CHURCH, your SCHOOL,
your BEAUTY SALON,
BARBER SHOP and
the LIQUOR STORE,
is only WITHIN
WALKING DISTANCE,
When the ICE CREAM
TRUCK RUNS during the DAY, and
LATE AT NIGHT!!
WHEN KIDS ARE ON
BIKES, SCOOTERS,
SKATEBOARDS and SKATES,
WHEN YOU BETTER
HURRY HOME QUICK,
the STREET LIGHTS will come ON,
HURRYING HOME BECAUSE IT'S LATE,
When it's a SCHOOL NIGHT,
and YOU have to BE IN BED by 8,
DO...
#aging
#childhood
#LifeStruggles #nostalgia
#LifeStruggles #nostalgia
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Whackytraveler
Poem Published
15th Mar 2025 1:49pm
15th Mar 2025 1:49pm
Old photo
The wrinkled page, a photo
Taken long ago
The years had gone by in a flash
Frozen in time
I was a dime
Young and divine
The sun was shining
The sea moved
With the breeze
Happy and free
You were with me
Taken long ago
The years had gone by in a flash
Frozen in time
I was a dime
Young and divine
The sun was shining
The sea moved
With the breeze
Happy and free
You were with me
#aging
#nostalgia
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Pishashee
Poem Published
15th Mar 2025 5:48am
15th Mar 2025 5:48am
14 years in the business
They come to my door,
warning me about shadows
walking among us,
They, homeless
innthe hood.
They want drugs
I suppose
Secretly,
They like meth,
They like crack,
anything that will make them
feel good again.
No body doing
no yard work today.
They walk up the block,
because they're not really
going anywhere.
Sometimes,
they live respectful lives.
warning me about shadows
walking among us,
They, homeless
innthe hood.
They want drugs
I suppose
Secretly,
They like meth,
They like crack,
anything that will make them
feel good again.
No body doing
no yard work today.
They walk up the block,
because they're not really
going anywhere.
Sometimes,
they live respectful lives.
#consumerism
#fate
#marijuana
#money
#nostalgia
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