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.
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
20th Apr 2025 11:26am
20th Apr 2025 11:26am
~some drenchy-eroding in nostalgic mega- episodes.. as sunday mini-bytes
1. The Red Hibiscus
you are strikingly pretty & a thoughtfully
hybridized as like a master-creator
Brahma‘s best work.. & yes,
you smile as a mammoth rafflesia
with the same bloody hue.. but yes
hurries to add.. no, none of its rotten
hungering fleshy stink of that bloody
predaceous forest flower.. that
you have innate..
all you adorn.. are
the uniquely bejewelled
a huge single ruby red
stone.. in firing yellowy
streaking tints.. of a million
bulbous pollens.. that ...
you are strikingly pretty & a thoughtfully
hybridized as like a master-creator
Brahma‘s best work.. & yes,
you smile as a mammoth rafflesia
with the same bloody hue.. but yes
hurries to add.. no, none of its rotten
hungering fleshy stink of that bloody
predaceous forest flower.. that
you have innate..
all you adorn.. are
the uniquely bejewelled
a huge single ruby red
stone.. in firing yellowy
streaking tints.. of a million
bulbous pollens.. that ...
#apocalypse
#love
#nature
#nostalgia
#spiritual
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4 Comments
wallyroo92
Bumped 20th Apr 2025 6:24am
23rd Mar 2019 11:44pm
23rd Mar 2019 11:44pm
Through My Glass…Darkly
My perception has been off ever since,
Well, I really can’t remember when,
My views were skewed from the beginning,
I guess that’s why I rely on my pen…
Yet,
I’ve been pessimistic, artistic and mildly autistic,
What I thought I understood wasn’t always the case,
I’ve faced situations with selfishness unaware
Of the consequences when my senses weren’t in place…
But,
Many a time I’ve been absorbed in my own world,
Without focus or drive to get to where I should go,
Instead I’ve laid there lazily as the days strayed crazily,
Until...
Well, I really can’t remember when,
My views were skewed from the beginning,
I guess that’s why I rely on my pen…
Yet,
I’ve been pessimistic, artistic and mildly autistic,
What I thought I understood wasn’t always the case,
I’ve faced situations with selfishness unaware
Of the consequences when my senses weren’t in place…
But,
Many a time I’ve been absorbed in my own world,
Without focus or drive to get to where I should go,
Instead I’ve laid there lazily as the days strayed crazily,
Until...
#hope
#identity
#SelfReflection #nostalgia
#SelfReflection #nostalgia
775 reads
2 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
14th Apr 2025 11:10am
14th Apr 2025 11:10am
~snowy zephyr of a scorching tropical, you are… (an inspired lyrical)
https://youtu.be/zBIVhqLdN3Q?feature=shared
(Inspirational audio)
(Intro with refrain)
snowy zephyr.. my snowny zephyr
you are in an ecstasy.. a heightened ecstasy..
snowy zephyr.. my snowny zephyr
you are in an ecstasy.. a heightened ecstasy..
heart.. let you celebrate a soundlessly
in silence, a stand out Deepavali
breath.. let you be in a smothering
struggle by the cyclonic kisses
let your...
(Inspirational audio)
(Intro with refrain)
snowy zephyr.. my snowny zephyr
you are in an ecstasy.. a heightened ecstasy..
snowy zephyr.. my snowny zephyr
you are in an ecstasy.. a heightened ecstasy..
heart.. let you celebrate a soundlessly
in silence, a stand out Deepavali
breath.. let you be in a smothering
struggle by the cyclonic kisses
let your...
#love
#lyrics
#music
#nostalgia
#WritingPoetry
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
13th Apr 2025 5:31pm
13th Apr 2025 5:31pm
Longing
11 - May, 2022
For her summer was arriving soon
For me, mid-April, it’s almost here
But where I live the heat is brutal
And it’s relentless
Year after year after year
Yes, I too get a sense of longing
For cool Autumn days and abundant Springs
Truth be told they remind me of my youth
When the future seemed like an eternity away
And now we’re here
All the could haves and should haves
Are aboard tiny floating lanterns
Carried off by the tide and waves
Into a sea of memory…and longing
72 Unique...
For her summer was arriving soon
For me, mid-April, it’s almost here
But where I live the heat is brutal
And it’s relentless
Year after year after year
Yes, I too get a sense of longing
For cool Autumn days and abundant Springs
Truth be told they remind me of my youth
When the future seemed like an eternity away
And now we’re here
All the could haves and should haves
Are aboard tiny floating lanterns
Carried off by the tide and waves
Into a sea of memory…and longing
72 Unique...
#memories
#nostalgia
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1 Comment
goldenmyst
Poem Published
13th Apr 2025 7:28am
13th Apr 2025 7:28am
Chinatown Blues
Chinatown Blues
Teatime in Chinatown
Where the old men play Mahjong
While reciting Lao Tzu over ramen noodles
Whose Tao is a Macau séance
For spirits of ancestors
Like the memory of an opium den
In a dream for a wizened apothecary
Bearded in ashen white
Who sells the dust of dragon bones
As a cure for the immigrant blues
Where Mandarin women chirp
Like songbirds in a bamboo forest
Lost in the mists of Sichuan
But having crossed the Pacific ring of fire
With volcanic ash of tears
For...
Teatime in Chinatown
Where the old men play Mahjong
While reciting Lao Tzu over ramen noodles
Whose Tao is a Macau séance
For spirits of ancestors
Like the memory of an opium den
In a dream for a wizened apothecary
Bearded in ashen white
Who sells the dust of dragon bones
As a cure for the immigrant blues
Where Mandarin women chirp
Like songbirds in a bamboo forest
Lost in the mists of Sichuan
But having crossed the Pacific ring of fire
With volcanic ash of tears
For...
#America
#Buddhist
#city #nostalgia
#city #nostalgia
61 reads
2 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
11th Apr 2025 10:31pm
11th Apr 2025 10:31pm
Homophonically speaking
Do you remember those days that past in a daze;
those nights when, like a knight, you swept me up in your arms?
After dessert, we'd watch as our friends would desert the dance floor.
We whirled around, you and me, alone in our own little world.
It didn't take two too much effort to tango back in those days -
through our youth, when we threw our most elaborate moves.
Our hearts and souls connected through the soles of our feet.
Here and now, I hear that familiar musical strain, curling around my ears
and I wonder whether we could weather an impromptu...
those nights when, like a knight, you swept me up in your arms?
After dessert, we'd watch as our friends would desert the dance floor.
We whirled around, you and me, alone in our own little world.
It didn't take two too much effort to tango back in those days -
through our youth, when we threw our most elaborate moves.
Our hearts and souls connected through the soles of our feet.
Here and now, I hear that familiar musical strain, curling around my ears
and I wonder whether we could weather an impromptu...
#dance
#love
#memories #nostalgia
#memories #nostalgia
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4 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
10th Apr 2025 3:19am
10th Apr 2025 3:19am
Fellation Ablation
Naught makes me want to crawl into a grave
more so than thoughts of consummating love
reminding me of past midnights thereof
where I as well was to passion a slave
before the hand of fate diseased the traits
in the gland wherein men cum to rely
for hot love in a copious supply...
never pondering the lack that frustrates.
Then one day the horn O plenty fails,
in thanatotic solidarity...
with mortal anatomic verity
as harsh as the rust on nine inch nails...
now too devitalized to...
more so than thoughts of consummating love
reminding me of past midnights thereof
where I as well was to passion a slave
before the hand of fate diseased the traits
in the gland wherein men cum to rely
for hot love in a copious supply...
never pondering the lack that frustrates.
Then one day the horn O plenty fails,
in thanatotic solidarity...
with mortal anatomic verity
as harsh as the rust on nine inch nails...
now too devitalized to...
#aging
#fate
#nostalgia
146 reads
6 Comments
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
994 reads
8 Comments
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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2 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 8:14pm
1st Apr 2025 8:14pm
[NaPoWriMo - 2025 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 ...
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 ...
#nature
#mythology
#nostalgia
347 reads
11 Comments
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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