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.
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20 years bites the
dust just like that
and you’re reading
anonymous QAnon
twitter feeds talking
about pedophiles and
false miracles
that’s when you
realize something
you always
knew
and it isn’t a pretty
awakening
always too afraid to
bet on yourself
indoctrination and
slavery were easy
concepts to
understand
listening to a classic
album from the
early-aughts is
the only reason I’m
writing this now
nostalgia was something ...
dust just like that
and you’re reading
anonymous QAnon
twitter feeds talking
about pedophiles and
false miracles
that’s when you
realize something
you always
knew
and it isn’t a pretty
awakening
always too afraid to
bet on yourself
indoctrination and
slavery were easy
concepts to
understand
listening to a classic
album from the
early-aughts is
the only reason I’m
writing this now
nostalgia was something ...
#oppression
#politics
#music
#MovingOn
#nostalgia
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Shed a Tear
Shed a tear for the inner child
Who died giving birth to the man
Shed a tear for forgotten dreams
That withered as time moved on
Shed a tear for family and friends
Alive now only in memories,
Existing in faded pictures
On a fragile, crumbling page
Shed a tear for an empty heart
That feels nothing but wasted life
Biding its time in sadness,
Waiting for its turn to die
Collect the tears in a paper cup
And pour them on the ground
May roses spring from the bitter drops
May new beauty soon...
Who died giving birth to the man
Shed a tear for forgotten dreams
That withered as time moved on
Shed a tear for family and friends
Alive now only in memories,
Existing in faded pictures
On a fragile, crumbling page
Shed a tear for an empty heart
That feels nothing but wasted life
Biding its time in sadness,
Waiting for its turn to die
Collect the tears in a paper cup
And pour them on the ground
May roses spring from the bitter drops
May new beauty soon...
#death
#LifeCycle
#aging #nostalgia
#aging #nostalgia
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sun stripes on a dark night
I used to savor those moments,
side by side as the morning waned,
casting a silhouette of the wooden blinds
across your back. My eyes tracing the stripes
of shadow and sunlight
remind me that opposites are nothing without each other.
I wanted to preserve every second; hoarding them
in every space I could find between my cells like a thick, sweet syrup
waiting for it’s time to coat the tastebuds of
the next victim of indulgence, for nights
like these when I can feel the cool air scraping
against my shoulders once shielded by...
side by side as the morning waned,
casting a silhouette of the wooden blinds
across your back. My eyes tracing the stripes
of shadow and sunlight
remind me that opposites are nothing without each other.
I wanted to preserve every second; hoarding them
in every space I could find between my cells like a thick, sweet syrup
waiting for it’s time to coat the tastebuds of
the next victim of indulgence, for nights
like these when I can feel the cool air scraping
against my shoulders once shielded by...
#loneliness
#beauty
#morning
#nostalgia
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Yearning to Write
Here
Sitting on the floor
Legs criss-cross
For a second it all feels like a memory
A perfect weaving of kinetic harmony
Remembering a time never lived and only longed
The notes and chords resonate like words
From the soul
An extension of the self through fingers
Like aural brush strokes on ivory
Each one painting vivid tones
Vibrating
Awakening the senses
I’ve been here before
In love
Yearning to write and muse
The moods
The timbres and the hues
Each one calling me back
To an era...
Sitting on the floor
Legs criss-cross
For a second it all feels like a memory
A perfect weaving of kinetic harmony
Remembering a time never lived and only longed
The notes and chords resonate like words
From the soul
An extension of the self through fingers
Like aural brush strokes on ivory
Each one painting vivid tones
Vibrating
Awakening the senses
I’ve been here before
In love
Yearning to write and muse
The moods
The timbres and the hues
Each one calling me back
To an era...
#love
#music
#nostalgia
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Found
only left in memories
keep you there cause
Don’t exist anywhere else
so I’m Left pretending
You didn’t forget me
Winter, Playing in the snow
Angel, Are you cold?
Silhouette Christmas tree glow
But you Leave only memories
Angel, if you’re lonely up there
Don’t worry,
I’m lost but I’ll find you there
Summer, leaves change
And fall, I feel less sane
Hang from this tree till
All colors bloom back
The same beautiful shade
And Angel, did it hurt falling
Way up from heaven?
But you...
keep you there cause
Don’t exist anywhere else
so I’m Left pretending
You didn’t forget me
Winter, Playing in the snow
Angel, Are you cold?
Silhouette Christmas tree glow
But you Leave only memories
Angel, if you’re lonely up there
Don’t worry,
I’m lost but I’ll find you there
Summer, leaves change
And fall, I feel less sane
Hang from this tree till
All colors bloom back
The same beautiful shade
And Angel, did it hurt falling
Way up from heaven?
But you...
#death
#lyrics
#redemption
#nostalgia
#bittersweet
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HIDDING BEHIND MASKS

#fate
#aging
#nostalgia
#luck
#responsibility
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The King's Conquest ( Ending 2 of 5)

#UnrequitedLove
#nostalgia
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When We Touched
Becoming other people
Morphing into other things
Twisting in the energy
of connections
deepened in intimacy
I still think about you
when the desert air
breathes sunrise
into grateful lungs
Smoke-tendered eyelids
burning from midnight
Fire dancing in the light
of your charming laughter
(
We were shadows in the dark
falling into an ocean of stars. )
Sparks spilling wrecklessly
through a wandering breeze
Our faces pressed together...
Morphing into other things
Twisting in the energy
of connections
deepened in intimacy
I still think about you
when the desert air
breathes sunrise
into grateful lungs
Smoke-tendered eyelids
burning from midnight
Fire dancing in the light
of your charming laughter
(
We were shadows in the dark
falling into an ocean of stars. )
Sparks spilling wrecklessly
through a wandering breeze
Our faces pressed together...
#nostalgia
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EACH of EVERY body FALL(s)
each of every
thing
in My place
of My space
(even of my
stainy plain of
my eXistence)
falls
down.
Just as
aye fall
down. Aye
love the way
they
speak of
'downfalls'
in thee academic,
epidemic(obsolete word),
obstenic, retrogenic,
preproblematic,
oldtimey,
sense of things,
(otherwise retired),
the neck'break rattles,
(tattles, no paddles),
in the braking of the
fall.
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thing
in My place
of My space
(even of my
stainy plain of
my eXistence)
falls
down.
Just as
aye fall
down. Aye
love the way
they
speak of
'downfalls'
in thee academic,
epidemic(obsolete word),
obstenic, retrogenic,
preproblematic,
oldtimey,
sense of things,
(otherwise retired),
the neck'break rattles,
(tattles, no paddles),
in the braking of the
fall.
$$$$$$$$$$$$$444444444444$$$$$$
2021jan5....poom....pXtur(bad) xxxxxxxxx
#happiness
#death
#uplifting
#memorial
#nostalgia
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I wonder
I want to know:
When you run your fingers through your hair,
do you think of me? Can you smell the
walls sheathed in smoke, or
the perfume that bites my neck?
When your fingers gently catch the knots of your curls, can you
feel the couch beneath you, beneath us?
Tangled up together like the strands of hair just behind your ears.
And when you tug the waves on the crown of your head, can you
feel the sheets beneath your chest, the heat between our lips?
When your fingertips massage your scalp, opening and closing ...
When you run your fingers through your hair,
do you think of me? Can you smell the
walls sheathed in smoke, or
the perfume that bites my neck?
When your fingers gently catch the knots of your curls, can you
feel the couch beneath you, beneath us?
Tangled up together like the strands of hair just behind your ears.
And when you tug the waves on the crown of your head, can you
feel the sheets beneath your chest, the heat between our lips?
When your fingertips massage your scalp, opening and closing ...
#prose
#nostalgia
#emotional
#separation
#sensual
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Tis But a Day
I dreamed a dream of being young
that lasted but an hour
When I awoke, the world was gray,
my youth a crumpled flower.
Where flies the days & years of old? –
ageless Sol will not reveal
Memories stir at inconvenient times,
but the past does not seem real.
Still a word, a story, a silly song
can move my heart to tears
I rage at the power Time does possess
to lay waste all I hold dear.
I lie alone and wait in vain,
longing for the dream to renew;
Yet I know inside ’twill be only a day
before I’m...
that lasted but an hour
When I awoke, the world was gray,
my youth a crumpled flower.
Where flies the days & years of old? –
ageless Sol will not reveal
Memories stir at inconvenient times,
but the past does not seem real.
Still a word, a story, a silly song
can move my heart to tears
I rage at the power Time does possess
to lay waste all I hold dear.
I lie alone and wait in vain,
longing for the dream to renew;
Yet I know inside ’twill be only a day
before I’m...
#sadness
#LifeCycle
#aging
#nostalgia
#emptiness
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one duel straw'd strawberry milkshake and other tales...
Daddy would do his favorited
down pat impressive
swivel hip'd N' sing of
"Love me Tender"
or "Teddy Bear "
From as far back
as my little devoted mind
can unfurl and find
Cherished so,
and proudly in tempo;
those sing-a-longs with him
and The King—were everything
An Elvis's swagger,
never appeared any better—
Oh how those repeated flashbacks prevail,
to leave such indelible,
influential marks;
He'd constant remind
of just how slick and cool ...
down pat impressive
swivel hip'd N' sing of
"Love me Tender"
or "Teddy Bear "
From as far back
as my little devoted mind
can unfurl and find
Cherished so,
and proudly in tempo;
those sing-a-longs with him
and The King—were everything
An Elvis's swagger,
never appeared any better—
Oh how those repeated flashbacks prevail,
to leave such indelible,
influential marks;
He'd constant remind
of just how slick and cool ...
#music
#food
#memories #nostalgia
#memories #nostalgia
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