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.
NewBeginnings
Poem Published
4th Jul 2020 9:03pm
4th Jul 2020 9:03pm
The Dreamer
She dreams of houses in the hills,
Away from all the city lights—
Of daisy fields and daffodils,
She derives such great delight.
By day she makes an honest wage,
Shucking corn beneath the sun—
By night, she dreams of better days,
Of golden fields and olden fun.
Oh, how she longs for brighter days...
When the sound of music filled the air;
Where children used to laugh and play,
And they would sing without a care.
But that was long before the war...
Before she lost her eldest son;
Things are so...
Away from all the city lights—
Of daisy fields and daffodils,
She derives such great delight.
By day she makes an honest wage,
Shucking corn beneath the sun—
By night, she dreams of better days,
Of golden fields and olden fun.
Oh, how she longs for brighter days...
When the sound of music filled the air;
Where children used to laugh and play,
And they would sing without a care.
But that was long before the war...
Before she lost her eldest son;
Things are so...
#happiness
#dreams
#memories
#escape
#nostalgia
59 reads
10 Comments
zinnzinn
ZINNNNIZ
ZINNNNIZ
Poem Published
4th Jul 2020 5:00pm
4th Jul 2020 5:00pm
Hanky Noodle Dandy
Yankee doodled on lockdown just sat there on his pony
with a frown said fuq this town I'm getting stonedy to the boney
Hanky Noodle got a quarter pound and blazed up with his homies
Stuck his finger in the air and called it
Rice-A-Roni...... Save a potato
Rice-A-Roni a San Francisco treat
with a frown said fuq this town I'm getting stonedy to the boney
Hanky Noodle got a quarter pound and blazed up with his homies
Stuck his finger in the air and called it
Rice-A-Roni...... Save a potato
Rice-A-Roni a San Francisco treat
#funny
#patience
#nostalgia
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#pandemic
23 reads
8 Comments
DevilsChild
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2020 9:33am
3rd Jul 2020 9:33am
Not Lost Just Profound
they say punk is dead
I must have missed the memo
was never the sharpest tool in the shed
still partying like it's 1999
checking out the teachers
swore she was giving me the look
everyone is so politically correct now
overly sensitive
must be the electronics fucking with their heads
showing my age again
when I scream the party never dies
the future is a trainwreck
take me back
back to when the only worries we had
were having fun
driving fast and drinking late
making out with Ms.Chainsaw behind the bleachers...
I must have missed the memo
was never the sharpest tool in the shed
still partying like it's 1999
checking out the teachers
swore she was giving me the look
everyone is so politically correct now
overly sensitive
must be the electronics fucking with their heads
showing my age again
when I scream the party never dies
the future is a trainwreck
take me back
back to when the only worries we had
were having fun
driving fast and drinking late
making out with Ms.Chainsaw behind the bleachers...
#nostalgia
31 reads
4 Comments
rosemary08
Poem Published
27th Jun 2020 7:18am
27th Jun 2020 7:18am
deep out into the dark
my chest hurts and I think it's because I can't stop thinking about everything that never happened.
it reminds me of moments i never thought i'd get to experience, and it pangs an ache in my chest.
a sterling shimmering offset nostalgia that sticks like peach jam to the roof of my mouth.
it's palpable and so close, but somehow I can't hold it tightly, and it barely makes it.
slipping away from yesterday and crashing onto smothered grass
- oh how my heart aches for something i can never have
it reminds me of moments i never thought i'd get to experience, and it pangs an ache in my chest.
a sterling shimmering offset nostalgia that sticks like peach jam to the roof of my mouth.
it's palpable and so close, but somehow I can't hold it tightly, and it barely makes it.
slipping away from yesterday and crashing onto smothered grass
- oh how my heart aches for something i can never have
#sadness
#loneliness
#dark
#nostalgia
#bittersweet
44 reads
1 Comment
hgnichols
Poem Published
16th Jun 2020 3:05am
16th Jun 2020 3:05am
I Don't Need to Know
I don’t think I could mistake your face;
I was in the throes, felt it to my toes.
Please don’t mistake my messy, slurring state;
you just had the glow, thought you ought to know
Is it a sign, your unaffected tone?
When you speak to me, you’re so clear to me.
How many clues are you gonna need
just to guess the man I used to be?
I don’t need to know.
I’m a different man than I was back then.
I don’t need to know.
Keep it to yourself if its just as well.
Was I as young and shining all those years ago?
I don’t...
I was in the throes, felt it to my toes.
Please don’t mistake my messy, slurring state;
you just had the glow, thought you ought to know
Is it a sign, your unaffected tone?
When you speak to me, you’re so clear to me.
How many clues are you gonna need
just to guess the man I used to be?
I don’t need to know.
I’m a different man than I was back then.
I don’t need to know.
Keep it to yourself if its just as well.
Was I as young and shining all those years ago?
I don’t...
#alcohol
#aging
#nostalgia #Romanticism
#nostalgia #Romanticism
73 reads
16 Comments
BeginningPoet
Poem Published
14th Jun 2020 4:55am
14th Jun 2020 4:55am
Journey
I have seen life
dawning, like beauty,
where I can sail
on a softened breeze,
while carried
through shadows of night,
climbing, running.
Hope sleeps well
with me,
finding what others
seek,
like splendor
marched in abundance,
my soul hungers
burning hot.
Such endless fascinations
draw me in,
devouring me,
held to be precious
I belong to that moment
within each journey.
dawning, like beauty,
where I can sail
on a softened breeze,
while carried
through shadows of night,
climbing, running.
Hope sleeps well
with me,
finding what others
seek,
like splendor
marched in abundance,
my soul hungers
burning hot.
Such endless fascinations
draw me in,
devouring me,
held to be precious
I belong to that moment
within each journey.
#strength
#courage
#aging #nostalgia
#aging #nostalgia
51 reads
2 Comments
Billy_Snagg
Snaggy
Snaggy
Poem Published
14th Jun 2020 3:27am
14th Jun 2020 3:27am
Headin' Back Down Under...
Been surveying you from my laptop with wonder.
Though I can't gauge your feelings, I won't be put off -
'Till I've pictured myself at your magical farm.
Still looking at you through childish eyes -
I never properly said goodbye last time.
It's not like I've not been before...
Only this time more eager to explore,
Those limitations that held me back.
Much time has passed me by,
So far away that I could cry!
With each day more ready to die -
Found me reaching for the sky.
But let me tell you a wonderful story -
A new...
Though I can't gauge your feelings, I won't be put off -
'Till I've pictured myself at your magical farm.
Still looking at you through childish eyes -
I never properly said goodbye last time.
It's not like I've not been before...
Only this time more eager to explore,
Those limitations that held me back.
Much time has passed me by,
So far away that I could cry!
With each day more ready to die -
Found me reaching for the sky.
But let me tell you a wonderful story -
A new...
#dreams
#memories
#frustration
#nostalgia
#bittersweet
95 reads
6 Comments
MyEyeDelight
Poem Published
13th Jun 2020 7:47pm
13th Jun 2020 7:47pm
Bel Esprit
To whom I call my dearest,
Beloved bel esprit.
So full of love and hope.
And the hope for love.
Love,
I am truly enamored.
For even the passing thought,
Of your sweet kisses,
Puts me at peace.
Peaceful,
Even as I yearn for you.
My heart, my spirit, my mind and body.
My very essence is electrified by..
Thoughts of us.
Us,
We--fierce and beautiful.
Tragic yet hopeful.
Two as one.
Made to love,
Made to love one another.
...
Beloved bel esprit.
So full of love and hope.
And the hope for love.
Love,
I am truly enamored.
For even the passing thought,
Of your sweet kisses,
Puts me at peace.
Peaceful,
Even as I yearn for you.
My heart, my spirit, my mind and body.
My very essence is electrified by..
Thoughts of us.
Us,
We--fierce and beautiful.
Tragic yet hopeful.
Two as one.
Made to love,
Made to love one another.
...
#love
#romantic
#memories
#nostalgia
#crush
77 reads
5 Comments
nomoth
Poem Published
11th Jun 2020 1:31pm
11th Jun 2020 1:31pm
. burial / ... in the hiraeth, within the linings of its suitcase
viz: . burial / ... in the hiraeth, within the linings of its suitcase
#marriage
#memories
#nostalgia #separation
#nostalgia #separation
109 reads
6 Comments
Eerie
Poem Published
11th Jun 2020 1:03pm
11th Jun 2020 1:03pm
Crane Kick
I could have been Ralph
Macchio’s little sister.
Karate duo.
Macchio’s little sister.
Karate duo.
#childhood
#funny
#nostalgia
73 reads
17 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
7th Jun 2020 2:46pm
7th Jun 2020 2:46pm
Last Bridge to Brooklyn
PHOTO: Fair Use invoked
Which way to Home?
(which way? which way?)
to Home.
I want to go home go home.
I want to go to home to Brooklyn
(Brooklyn NY) home to Brooklyn.
195 - 23rd Street
(bet. 4th and 5th Avenues)
South Brooklyn (Park Slope?)
2nd floor, front apartment.
(195, 2nd floor)
Phone: Hy9-5293
or else "go home" to:
Bay Ridge (Brooklyn)
880 - 68th Street
(2nd floor front, again)
A short block from Ft.Hamilton Pkwy
~TE3-7996~
(just 'round...
Which way to Home?
(which way? which way?)
to Home.
I want to go home go home.
I want to go to home to Brooklyn
(Brooklyn NY) home to Brooklyn.
195 - 23rd Street
(bet. 4th and 5th Avenues)
South Brooklyn (Park Slope?)
2nd floor, front apartment.
(195, 2nd floor)
Phone: Hy9-5293
or else "go home" to:
Bay Ridge (Brooklyn)
880 - 68th Street
(2nd floor front, again)
A short block from Ft.Hamilton Pkwy
~TE3-7996~
(just 'round...
#sadness
#home
#memories #nostalgia
#memories #nostalgia
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7 Comments
Ely
E.A.Rothwell
E.A.Rothwell
Poem Published
6th Jun 2020 3:15pm
6th Jun 2020 3:15pm
When I was a kid...part 3
When I was a kid...we ran through the woods…
splashed through the brook... explored the whole forest
from cranny to crook…
...all the way back to the swamp...
Behind our house
was a lake…
with an island..I found my very first arrowhead there…
Winters we skated...on frozen feet
rode our sleds down the hill…
I had a little red rowboat...
that lived
…in the garage until…
In the summer...
it took us adventuring…
to many a distant land...where we were explorers or pirates...
oh yes
...summers were...
splashed through the brook... explored the whole forest
from cranny to crook…
...all the way back to the swamp...
Behind our house
was a lake…
with an island..I found my very first arrowhead there…
Winters we skated...on frozen feet
rode our sleds down the hill…
I had a little red rowboat...
that lived
…in the garage until…
In the summer...
it took us adventuring…
to many a distant land...where we were explorers or pirates...
oh yes
...summers were...
#childhood
#memories
#nostalgia
42 reads
4 Comments
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