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.
The Calling Of The Night..

#vampires
#fairies
#UnrequitedLove
#nostalgia
#ForbiddenLove
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Last Movie Shown Here In This Drive-In
I know
that I'm watching
the last movie shown here
in this drive-in but it's still not
fair to tear it down for a mini-mall!
that I'm watching
the last movie shown here
in this drive-in but it's still not
fair to tear it down for a mini-mall!
#fiction
#honesty
#dialogue
#nostalgia
#culture
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..•°
she was found to be
unresponsive
intuition tells me
to touch the particular
intricate parts with
un'conditional specifics
unresponsive
intuition tells me
to touch the particular
intricate parts with
un'conditional specifics
#love
#mirror
#redemption
#nostalgia
#vulnerability
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Memories Veiled
Deep into that darkness unhurried
I crave the splendid,
silent call
somewhat louder than
the owl's descending
Back into my memories repeating
I threw it's ghost against
the moments
When I thought of the memories
Take the murmuring from
out my heart
back into my memories recalling
My passion is the silent longing
On that day my soul grew happy
Once sat engaged and storing
The stairway reached the
true sublime
When I thought of the memories
I crave the splendid,
silent call
somewhat louder than
the owl's descending
Back into my memories repeating
I threw it's ghost against
the moments
When I thought of the memories
Take the murmuring from
out my heart
back into my memories recalling
My passion is the silent longing
On that day my soul grew happy
Once sat engaged and storing
The stairway reached the
true sublime
When I thought of the memories
#memories
#nostalgia
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Whorehouse Music
Forgive me if I tend to romanticise the past... - Radio Days
For me, jazz is like a siren’s
tones, floating from the rock
of all things past much like the wrens
in migration, the Spanish stock
once flown from Scandinavia.
Mermaids and birds and sea and sky…
the music makes me think
of what is picturesque and gay. A shy
and sedentary lad, a stink
of melancholia pervading time and place.
That’s me until Bechet, Ella, and anyone
more black and old and talented than I
emerges from the rock. The wintry bone ...
For me, jazz is like a siren’s
tones, floating from the rock
of all things past much like the wrens
in migration, the Spanish stock
once flown from Scandinavia.
Mermaids and birds and sea and sky…
the music makes me think
of what is picturesque and gay. A shy
and sedentary lad, a stink
of melancholia pervading time and place.
That’s me until Bechet, Ella, and anyone
more black and old and talented than I
emerges from the rock. The wintry bone ...
#music
#historical
#nostalgia #culture
#nostalgia #culture
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You Just Haven't Earned it Yet, Baby
Behind the twilight scarred garden shed
Committed to everything I’d ever read,
Our cola breath tasted of yesterday’s bath water
Lips met as two forks tangling in the kitchen sink.
Rose petals falling from the skies
Never marked that very first kiss,
Dance of adolescence was never slow.
But hey, seaside-girl, shoals of your eyes
Were too beautiful for the town’s shore line.
Furrowing fingers found that wettest clay
Earthed against the smell of creosote and
The first quiffs of Autumn dreaming.
Let me count the ways she...
Committed to everything I’d ever read,
Our cola breath tasted of yesterday’s bath water
Lips met as two forks tangling in the kitchen sink.
Rose petals falling from the skies
Never marked that very first kiss,
Dance of adolescence was never slow.
But hey, seaside-girl, shoals of your eyes
Were too beautiful for the town’s shore line.
Furrowing fingers found that wettest clay
Earthed against the smell of creosote and
The first quiffs of Autumn dreaming.
Let me count the ways she...
#love
#LifeCycle
#nostalgia
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Cold Mornings
Cold mornings sat under the covers
The smell in the air reminding me of you.
The sounds lingering in the air a testament to the home you built.
Aroma of coffee as bitter sweet as the childhood memories.
Reminders all around but none nearly as strong as cold mornings under the covers.
The smell in the air reminding me of you.
The sounds lingering in the air a testament to the home you built.
Aroma of coffee as bitter sweet as the childhood memories.
Reminders all around but none nearly as strong as cold mornings under the covers.
#grief
#nostalgia
#bittersweet
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A Distant Shore
Did you ever find what you were looking for?
Were your prayers answered at last?
Did you get there and then saw there’s more?
Do you remember every promise you swore?
Or dId they fade away into the past?
Have they become ghosts you can’t ignore?
Do you reminisce about those days of yore?
Compared to today it’s quite the contrast,
Do you still wonder and then go explore?
Do you ever think about the words I said before?
The conversations we had and what I asked,
Because sometimes it gets me to the core.
Perhaps...
Were your prayers answered at last?
Did you get there and then saw there’s more?
Do you remember every promise you swore?
Or dId they fade away into the past?
Have they become ghosts you can’t ignore?
Do you reminisce about those days of yore?
Compared to today it’s quite the contrast,
Do you still wonder and then go explore?
Do you ever think about the words I said before?
The conversations we had and what I asked,
Because sometimes it gets me to the core.
Perhaps...
#heartbroken
#memories
#nostalgia #NaPoWriMo2019
#nostalgia #NaPoWriMo2019
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Confessional Mood Ring
Sitting here staring at books of color swatches
Gotta focus really can't spiral into memories right now
Grey paint with names like hush and summer storm
Blocking out the memories those names bring up
I'm a master at this mental gymnastics
Looking for colors to paint my house
Why am I reminded of you in this activity?
I dont know, really don't, but cant think of it now
Gotta figure out the difference between baked sienna and outdoor land
It's all just brown right? Except Joshus tree looks like your hair
And this charcoal blue is way too...
Gotta focus really can't spiral into memories right now
Grey paint with names like hush and summer storm
Blocking out the memories those names bring up
I'm a master at this mental gymnastics
Looking for colors to paint my house
Why am I reminded of you in this activity?
I dont know, really don't, but cant think of it now
Gotta figure out the difference between baked sienna and outdoor land
It's all just brown right? Except Joshus tree looks like your hair
And this charcoal blue is way too...
#sleep
#escape
#nostalgia
#FirstLove
#crush
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Good Old TImes
All I wanted was for you to return.
My loneliness is starting to burn.
It's eating my feelings out tonight.
But how am I still alive?
My insides are covered in rashes and pain.
Yet,I can still enjoy the rain.
Let the rain sounds cleanse me right and through.
But they can't heal everything,that is true.
No matter how much cream I apply to the wound,
when I see you,I will cry harder than a wolf.
I struggle to show my emotions right away.
But I need you,so please let me stay.
If I have to,I will buy you...
My loneliness is starting to burn.
It's eating my feelings out tonight.
But how am I still alive?
My insides are covered in rashes and pain.
Yet,I can still enjoy the rain.
Let the rain sounds cleanse me right and through.
But they can't heal everything,that is true.
No matter how much cream I apply to the wound,
when I see you,I will cry harder than a wolf.
I struggle to show my emotions right away.
But I need you,so please let me stay.
If I have to,I will buy you...
#depression
#memories
#nostalgia
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Gen X
I was a latchkey kid,
But I also have to admit,
Growing up in the seventies and eighties was fun,
It was a different time,
And I don’t mean to whine,
But I kind of miss those innocent days under the sun.
I was part of the MTV generation,
Like Kool and the Gang’s Celebration,
It was a good time and yet I didn’t even know it back then,
I was a gamer with Atari and Nintendo,
(Millenials - this is an innuendo)
But I used to write down all of my poetry on paper and pen.
My first computer was a dinosaur,
A Commodore 64, ...
But I also have to admit,
Growing up in the seventies and eighties was fun,
It was a different time,
And I don’t mean to whine,
But I kind of miss those innocent days under the sun.
I was part of the MTV generation,
Like Kool and the Gang’s Celebration,
It was a good time and yet I didn’t even know it back then,
I was a gamer with Atari and Nintendo,
(Millenials - this is an innuendo)
But I used to write down all of my poetry on paper and pen.
My first computer was a dinosaur,
A Commodore 64, ...
#memories
#aging
#nostalgia
#culture
#NaPoWriMo2019
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The Basics to a Healthy Life
Let there be light. Let there be belief. Let us say that there are higher beings.
Now, this is coming from a self-declared atheist who believes that there is no god and there are no higher beings. This is coming from someone that believes that there is nothing that exists after we die.
However, I remain open to the idea of all religions. I believe that there is no afterlife but I hold the idea that I could be wrong. I fully understand that some people would categorize that as agnostic as opposed to atheist. However, this is how I see and define it; I do not know what...
Now, this is coming from a self-declared atheist who believes that there is no god and there are no higher beings. This is coming from someone that believes that there is nothing that exists after we die.
However, I remain open to the idea of all religions. I believe that there is no afterlife but I hold the idea that I could be wrong. I fully understand that some people would categorize that as agnostic as opposed to atheist. However, this is how I see and define it; I do not know what...
#learning
#nostalgia
#SelfDiscovery
#healing
#wisdom
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