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.
Brokenpoet2020
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2020 10:43am
2nd Apr 2020 10:43am
Bluebell Time Machine
That Bluebell Wood’s a Time Machine.
Each dome portrays a different scene.
Transfixed I dance within the dream,
Lost in-sense, might have beens..
Nostalgia is the drug, it seems;
Blue heads bounce under bare trees.
Broken stems, scattered leaves;
Her essence still upon the breeze.
Blood of bloom upon my knees,
crushed, these distant memories.
I’m lost in time. And you.
Each dome portrays a different scene.
Transfixed I dance within the dream,
Lost in-sense, might have beens..
Nostalgia is the drug, it seems;
Blue heads bounce under bare trees.
Broken stems, scattered leaves;
Her essence still upon the breeze.
Blood of bloom upon my knees,
crushed, these distant memories.
I’m lost in time. And you.
#memories
#nostalgia
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Eerie
Poem Published
1st Apr 2020 6:40pm
1st Apr 2020 6:40pm
The Every Day: Voice-Over
Seven a.m.
Awake. Blurry eyed. Bombarded
by Pirates and Bill Clinton.
{voice-over}
“Argh matey! Are ye gonna stand
there and watch me die?” Aye, avast ye scurvy dog!”
{incoherent muttering}
...something something about
non sexual relations with
some woman.
His headset and mic are the
great artifacts of a big dream.
Hours of practice; voice-over
currents running through
tiny wires, exploding inside of
a pixelated world entrenched
with god knows who.
I listen.
Awake. Some...
Awake. Blurry eyed. Bombarded
by Pirates and Bill Clinton.
{voice-over}
“Argh matey! Are ye gonna stand
there and watch me die?” Aye, avast ye scurvy dog!”
{incoherent muttering}
...something something about
non sexual relations with
some woman.
His headset and mic are the
great artifacts of a big dream.
Hours of practice; voice-over
currents running through
tiny wires, exploding inside of
a pixelated world entrenched
with god knows who.
I listen.
Awake. Some...
#memories
#nostalgia
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javalini
Poem Published
28th Mar 2020 1:41pm
28th Mar 2020 1:41pm
THE ETERNAL SUNSHINE OF THE SLY OLD EYE
my admiration is a secret
whispered only
to the page
a quiet infatuation
designed by the gods
as unrequited
and either a joke or offensive
and so unspoken
except in this old man's mind
but then an old man is just a young man
tempered and chastened by circumstance
and his eye is only a little cloudy
#hashtag #CarolAnnDuffy
whispered only
to the page
a quiet infatuation
designed by the gods
as unrequited
and either a joke or offensive
and so unspoken
except in this old man's mind
but then an old man is just a young man
tempered and chastened by circumstance
and his eye is only a little cloudy
#hashtag #CarolAnnDuffy
#LifeCycle
#aging
#nostalgia #sensual
#nostalgia #sensual
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MJ-SWIM
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2020 11:49pm
23rd Mar 2020 11:49pm
Two decades or more I reckon
Time flies and so do we
Like dragonflies or biting fleas
Bright faces become darker
As do the circles 'neath eyes
Interactions just become markers
To gauge how fast time flies
Johnny boy, he bought a book and ran
Ryan and R.J got their wings then got Iran
Sarah and a dozen others got married off
And the wary farm kids all got their land
The rich kids all got good jobs by their dads
The preps all joined the state band
But myself and a dozen others aren't so grand
Running the same old circles in our backwater hometown ...
Like dragonflies or biting fleas
Bright faces become darker
As do the circles 'neath eyes
Interactions just become markers
To gauge how fast time flies
Johnny boy, he bought a book and ran
Ryan and R.J got their wings then got Iran
Sarah and a dozen others got married off
And the wary farm kids all got their land
The rich kids all got good jobs by their dads
The preps all joined the state band
But myself and a dozen others aren't so grand
Running the same old circles in our backwater hometown ...
#home
#memories
#nostalgia
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2020 7:42pm
23rd Mar 2020 7:42pm
A Favorite Herb of Mine
Every time I use thyme to cook,
It takes me to a place I’ve never been before,
It’s like age old stories from a book,
As if the aroma allures me with traditional lore.
And when the recipe calls for thyme,
I know it will always enhance the flavor,
It’s a favorite herb of mine to rhyme,
With a taste, sight and sound I like to savor.
I try to expand my skills in the kitchen,
So I know I must use the right spices and herbs,
And thyme is always there ready to pitch in,
That's why I follow the direction word for word.
...
It takes me to a place I’ve never been before,
It’s like age old stories from a book,
As if the aroma allures me with traditional lore.
And when the recipe calls for thyme,
I know it will always enhance the flavor,
It’s a favorite herb of mine to rhyme,
With a taste, sight and sound I like to savor.
I try to expand my skills in the kitchen,
So I know I must use the right spices and herbs,
And thyme is always there ready to pitch in,
That's why I follow the direction word for word.
...
#family
#food
#nostalgia
#culture
#tradition
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Grace
Idryad
Idryad
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2020 7:08am
22nd Mar 2020 7:08am
My Sighs
for through my travels
hanging on threads
of what life promised
or heart's hopes
meandering on paths
etched there by destiny
hanging on strings
reaching for stars
rough the rocks on terrain
trodden by many others
blood of past pilgrims
on spikes and thorns
yet traverse I must
on same old tracks
sighs over other sighs
for lady Fate knows no mercy.
hanging on threads
of what life promised
or heart's hopes
meandering on paths
etched there by destiny
hanging on strings
reaching for stars
rough the rocks on terrain
trodden by many others
blood of past pilgrims
on spikes and thorns
yet traverse I must
on same old tracks
sighs over other sighs
for lady Fate knows no mercy.
#hope
#disappointment
#nostalgia
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Grace
Idryad
Idryad
Poem Published
21st Mar 2020 00:11am
21st Mar 2020 00:11am
Thoughts, Wishes and Prayers
just shiny dusts
at the corner of thoughts
spiderwebs trapped memories
a lovely throwback
wishes as fragile as globes
of morning dew
then...long ago
waltzing on the hopes
of a shining time
loved and loving
life spent living
blooms perpetual on Eden
drowned in loving eyes
golden sun shining always
with mists in between
creating rainbows of trust
threads of belonging
unfettered yet uncleaved
time didn't stand still
love found, seized and broken
molecules of adventures ...
at the corner of thoughts
spiderwebs trapped memories
a lovely throwback
wishes as fragile as globes
of morning dew
then...long ago
waltzing on the hopes
of a shining time
loved and loving
life spent living
blooms perpetual on Eden
drowned in loving eyes
golden sun shining always
with mists in between
creating rainbows of trust
threads of belonging
unfettered yet uncleaved
time didn't stand still
love found, seized and broken
molecules of adventures ...
#memories
#nostalgia
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ohmy_engrish
Poem Published
17th Mar 2020 3:19am
17th Mar 2020 3:19am
I Can't Stop The Loneliness ~ (I am NEON #2)
This is originally a Citypop (Japanese 80s pop) song~
--
I can’t stop the loneliness
After all I’ve been through
Oh just tell me why,
Can’t I stop crying?
I can’t stop the loneliness
And my heart is calling,
Can you tell me how,
Will I stop crying?
*instrumental*
Somethin’ ‘bout this broken heart,
Makin’ me search farther than,
I’ve been before.
Somethin’ about you…
I threw away my sympathy,
Before so many times.
Ribbons of neon roads,
Pulling me back to...
--
I can’t stop the loneliness
After all I’ve been through
Oh just tell me why,
Can’t I stop crying?
I can’t stop the loneliness
And my heart is calling,
Can you tell me how,
Will I stop crying?
*instrumental*
Somethin’ ‘bout this broken heart,
Makin’ me search farther than,
I’ve been before.
Somethin’ about you…
I threw away my sympathy,
Before so many times.
Ribbons of neon roads,
Pulling me back to...
#heartbroken
#nostalgia
#dance
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elsiesan
Poem Published
17th Mar 2020 2:34am
17th Mar 2020 2:34am
memories reflected
Underneath my skin
There's a soul that none can see.
A little less smiley,
A little less sure
Sometimes struggling
Sometimes desiring
Underneath my outside smile
A hidden frown
My granite face
Belies contorted
Extinguished flames
Tarnished dreams
Insatible essence
Bereft of desire
Stored in a tin box
Memories reflected
In the dusty
Attic mirror
Draped with cobwebs
For another time
There's a soul that none can see.
A little less smiley,
A little less sure
Sometimes struggling
Sometimes desiring
Underneath my outside smile
A hidden frown
My granite face
Belies contorted
Extinguished flames
Tarnished dreams
Insatible essence
Bereft of desire
Stored in a tin box
Memories reflected
In the dusty
Attic mirror
Draped with cobwebs
For another time
#sadness
#regret
#memories
#uplifting
#nostalgia
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12 Comments
Pete82
Poem Published
13th Mar 2020 7:24am
13th Mar 2020 7:24am
And Now, Here They Are...
Lennon and McCartney, Harrison, Starr
Drums and bass, electric guitar
Epstein, The Cavern, sixty-two
John's harmonica, Love Me Do
Movies, songs, hard day nights
Me to you, duo writes
Yesterday's music, Help! at hand
Screaming hysteria, devoted fans
Ed Sullivan, The U.S.A
Shea mania, rocked away
Revolving Rigby, Rubber Soul
Sergeant Pepper, fixing holes
Roll up, roll up, The Mystery Tour
Step this way, the trippy four
India, sitars, album white
The Maharishi, out of sight
The...
Drums and bass, electric guitar
Epstein, The Cavern, sixty-two
John's harmonica, Love Me Do
Movies, songs, hard day nights
Me to you, duo writes
Yesterday's music, Help! at hand
Screaming hysteria, devoted fans
Ed Sullivan, The U.S.A
Shea mania, rocked away
Revolving Rigby, Rubber Soul
Sergeant Pepper, fixing holes
Roll up, roll up, The Mystery Tour
Step this way, the trippy four
India, sitars, album white
The Maharishi, out of sight
The...
#rhyming
#nostalgia
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BenJohnson
Darth Brooks
Darth Brooks
Poem Published
13th Mar 2020 3:37am
13th Mar 2020 3:37am
Hickspanic Problems
You’re not mexican"
the girl tells me as if she
can see into my
family history
though colored
eyes and pale skin
"You’re too white"
So my dad decided to
choose a woman
that freckles
rather than tans
At least I carry his
name or I
would be totally fucked
"Oh, so you can speak Spanish?"
I think
"Can you speak
Italian, or German, or French
Karen?"
But I say
"A little and
I definitely knew
when I was in trouble
growing up"
...
the girl tells me as if she
can see into my
family history
though colored
eyes and pale skin
"You’re too white"
So my dad decided to
choose a woman
that freckles
rather than tans
At least I carry his
name or I
would be totally fucked
"Oh, so you can speak Spanish?"
I think
"Can you speak
Italian, or German, or French
Karen?"
But I say
"A little and
I definitely knew
when I was in trouble
growing up"
...
#identity
#frustration
#nostalgia
#culture
#tradition
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
9th Mar 2020 6:31pm
9th Mar 2020 6:31pm
La Mélancolie
She is your companion
On those lonely nights
Tormenting the soul
With Fantômes et portraits
Of words long forgotten
Brought out in songs
In sunsets forlorn
Till slumber comes
She is the avenger
Of karma long past
For deeds undone
Righter of wrongs
In trial and tribulation
And retribution naught
But also the redeemer
For absolution sought
She is the reminder
Of a rooted solitude
That yearns for errors
To be undone but knowing
It reinvented and redefined
What a cruel...
On those lonely nights
Tormenting the soul
With Fantômes et portraits
Of words long forgotten
Brought out in songs
In sunsets forlorn
Till slumber comes
She is the avenger
Of karma long past
For deeds undone
Righter of wrongs
In trial and tribulation
And retribution naught
But also the redeemer
For absolution sought
She is the reminder
Of a rooted solitude
That yearns for errors
To be undone but knowing
It reinvented and redefined
What a cruel...
#hope
#memories
#nostalgia
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