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.
wallyroo92
Poem Published
24th Nov 2021 10:15pm
24th Nov 2021 10:15pm
KLOS
I only get a chance to dial in when I drive back
Not sure why I did what I did
But this week I tuned in online
And for some reason
All the songs on the station filled me with nostalgia
The DJs are different but the format’s the same
While a horde of memories came back flooding in
Both the good and bad
The dull and the rad
I was reliving some moments I thought I’d forgotten
For a second there I could feel guilt peeking through
But my serenity balled up its fist
Punched it in the head and whispered “not today”
Then Zen...
Not sure why I did what I did
But this week I tuned in online
And for some reason
All the songs on the station filled me with nostalgia
The DJs are different but the format’s the same
While a horde of memories came back flooding in
Both the good and bad
The dull and the rad
I was reliving some moments I thought I’d forgotten
For a second there I could feel guilt peeking through
But my serenity balled up its fist
Punched it in the head and whispered “not today”
Then Zen...
#music
#memorial
#nostalgia
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Wired6
Poem Published
21st Nov 2021 7:18pm
21st Nov 2021 7:18pm
RootsIncTure/RootsTincTure.
He strode up 2 the mahogony,lip-glossed,
tincture,looked like 6 inches thick,door.
There was no- one around.
No-one around.
Placing his baby down,amidst the rainbow coloured
leaves, surrounding the entrance of the mahogony
lip glossed,up thick,door.He felt As if
a standoff was bout 2 go down.
Unsure,he looked around.
No-one 2 be found
No- one 2 be found.
All signs of life,hidden underground.
Sighing sweetly,
he...
tincture,looked like 6 inches thick,door.
There was no- one around.
No-one around.
Placing his baby down,amidst the rainbow coloured
leaves, surrounding the entrance of the mahogony
lip glossed,up thick,door.He felt As if
a standoff was bout 2 go down.
Unsure,he looked around.
No-one 2 be found
No- one 2 be found.
All signs of life,hidden underground.
Sighing sweetly,
he...
#nostalgia
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Particles_Of_HerII
Poem Published
20th Nov 2021 8:33am
20th Nov 2021 8:33am
Contract of beautiful: Always
a tincture of psalms,
quite the balm for
alto-relieved emotions
-liquid notes of dark
bourbon
and red pear flourishes
intimately with a wild
mixture of hand picked
floral carcases
the storytelling oracle is
the vibrant steam
that swirls about
between us;
as tea ilumess our
hairline fractured cups
with moth-like mystery
she looks to me
then softly says:
"wonder, if you
were to kiss me .. would i
taste immortality upon...
quite the balm for
alto-relieved emotions
-liquid notes of dark
bourbon
and red pear flourishes
intimately with a wild
mixture of hand picked
floral carcases
the storytelling oracle is
the vibrant steam
that swirls about
between us;
as tea ilumess our
hairline fractured cups
with moth-like mystery
she looks to me
then softly says:
"wonder, if you
were to kiss me .. would i
taste immortality upon...
#love
#grief
#identity
#nostalgia
#IMissYou
103 reads
Feet-Fanatic
Poem Published
14th Nov 2021 4:55am
14th Nov 2021 4:55am
These Are Good Old Days
Oh, how I miss the ''Good Old Days''.
Here I am Just thinking back to a time when I was a young, an invincible rebel, living like there were no tomorrows.
I was just another player in a band of high-strung passengers traveling warp speed and blazing through the ''Good Old Days''.
And it seems that it was not so long ago that I was adventurous, bullet proof, and oblivious to all of life's indelible sorrows.
I often wish that I could go back in time and relive my fun filled reckless nights that are burned into my brain like a unstoppable fiery blaze. ...
Here I am Just thinking back to a time when I was a young, an invincible rebel, living like there were no tomorrows.
I was just another player in a band of high-strung passengers traveling warp speed and blazing through the ''Good Old Days''.
And it seems that it was not so long ago that I was adventurous, bullet proof, and oblivious to all of life's indelible sorrows.
I often wish that I could go back in time and relive my fun filled reckless nights that are burned into my brain like a unstoppable fiery blaze. ...
#inspirational
#memories
#nostalgia #emotions
#nostalgia #emotions
73 reads
8 Comments
ursa
Poem Published
12th Nov 2021 11:06pm
12th Nov 2021 11:06pm
Filet Mignon
There are photos
everywhere
framed in walnut
you
laughing with your
best friend, a cigarette
dangles from
your mouth
shy of
falling into
gin you
embraced those
moments, I know
Another photo
your arm rests
on mom’s shoulders
tugging her hair,
I think
though I wasn’t there
or anywhere then
both of you poised
on long tree
branches, waiting
for the shutter to
harness a whisper
my favorite photo
is of you with
your grandson,
drawing out...
everywhere
framed in walnut
you
laughing with your
best friend, a cigarette
dangles from
your mouth
shy of
falling into
gin you
embraced those
moments, I know
Another photo
your arm rests
on mom’s shoulders
tugging her hair,
I think
though I wasn’t there
or anywhere then
both of you poised
on long tree
branches, waiting
for the shutter to
harness a whisper
my favorite photo
is of you with
your grandson,
drawing out...
#memories
#memorial
#nostalgia #IMissYou
#nostalgia #IMissYou
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archie23
Poem Published
11th Nov 2021 4:45am
11th Nov 2021 4:45am
TAKE THE PUNCH
TAKE THE PUNCH
If you happen to be born with a silver spoon
in your mouth and a gold-plated pacifier
gently lubricated and slid up your baby butt hole,
then ignore this message......
......enjoy the tit massage....
then listen to what I'm saying to you
tit rich fucking bitch.,,.
Walk down the back alley.......
FIND PRECIOUS METAL
in the form of aluminum cans
and an OZZY OSBOURNE cassette
CRAZY TRAIN
BLIZZARD OF OZZ
MY INTRODUCTION
Face your fears
Meet the bullies
Grab a brick
suffer
Don't...
If you happen to be born with a silver spoon
in your mouth and a gold-plated pacifier
gently lubricated and slid up your baby butt hole,
then ignore this message......
......enjoy the tit massage....
then listen to what I'm saying to you
tit rich fucking bitch.,,.
Walk down the back alley.......
FIND PRECIOUS METAL
in the form of aluminum cans
and an OZZY OSBOURNE cassette
CRAZY TRAIN
BLIZZARD OF OZZ
MY INTRODUCTION
Face your fears
Meet the bullies
Grab a brick
suffer
Don't...
#childhood
#nostalgia
#luck
51 reads
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oskar
Poem Published
10th Nov 2021 9:38am
10th Nov 2021 9:38am
farming words
Agricultural words
I was writing words strung together
trying to stack them together and make a little story
not a poem that I don´t care to write
when the electricity took a break.
Not that I minded living inland this happens.
I had a killer ending and wouldn´t let the flame of inspiration die out.
Five hours later, the light came on; I sat too long
in the darkness, the killer ending forgotten.
As I said, I´m not a poet, a worker in the field of words
sowing and weeding, hoping for a good crop.
A farm-hand of words, I do my job and...
I was writing words strung together
trying to stack them together and make a little story
not a poem that I don´t care to write
when the electricity took a break.
Not that I minded living inland this happens.
I had a killer ending and wouldn´t let the flame of inspiration die out.
Five hours later, the light came on; I sat too long
in the darkness, the killer ending forgotten.
As I said, I´m not a poet, a worker in the field of words
sowing and weeding, hoping for a good crop.
A farm-hand of words, I do my job and...
#marriage
#aging
#nostalgia #pregnancy
#nostalgia #pregnancy
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BeginningPoet
Poem Published
8th Nov 2021 7:47am
8th Nov 2021 7:47am
pen and ink
let my words flow,
giving myself
a chance
to let feelings stain
the pages
of everyone's minds,
allow my emotions
to dance,
getting their spotlight
to sing in,
anticipation
of whatever flows
from my open wounds.
it must be written
somewhere,
i cannot keep this ink
bottled up inside myself,
all these stories
need to be told
by my pen,
forever immortalizing
who i may be.
giving myself
a chance
to let feelings stain
the pages
of everyone's minds,
allow my emotions
to dance,
getting their spotlight
to sing in,
anticipation
of whatever flows
from my open wounds.
it must be written
somewhere,
i cannot keep this ink
bottled up inside myself,
all these stories
need to be told
by my pen,
forever immortalizing
who i may be.
#nostalgia
#emotional
#metaphor
#philosophical
#symbolism
75 reads
8 Comments
Quizzy29
Tanzo Ellis
Tanzo Ellis
Poem Published
7th Nov 2021 11:31pm
7th Nov 2021 11:31pm
The Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree
You left me so early before I could understand what I was about to endure
I was sheltered from most of the drama that went on
As I begin to understand my surroundings & the situation I was in, suddenly there was no sight of you
I heard the stories of how you ran your operation, in your respected city
She suffered & I was too young to comprehend what was going on
I’ma stranger to you but your blood runs through me
I was pulled away & force fed information I couldn’t prove cause you disappeared ...
I was sheltered from most of the drama that went on
As I begin to understand my surroundings & the situation I was in, suddenly there was no sight of you
I heard the stories of how you ran your operation, in your respected city
She suffered & I was too young to comprehend what was going on
I’ma stranger to you but your blood runs through me
I was pulled away & force fed information I couldn’t prove cause you disappeared ...
#father
#childhood
#nostalgia
#responsibility
#choices
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
7th Nov 2021 00:17am
7th Nov 2021 00:17am
after leaving school
Lavinia, where
did you
go on, then,
you can
tell
me
did you
go on, then,
you can
tell
me
#nostalgia
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2021 00:29am
3rd Nov 2021 00:29am
losing touch
Lavinia, where
are you now that I
come to think
about it doesn’t matter
are you now that I
come to think
about it doesn’t matter
#nostalgia
49 reads
3 Comments
Poetikmind
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Poem Published
25th Oct 2021 9:21pm
25th Oct 2021 9:21pm
To my Dear Brother Wise…
Damn…The shock hit in seconds…
The reality, for certain doesn’t feel real.
I’m at a lost for words as my head reels.
Bro. You were, you are always, to me
a man of few words, yet when you
spoke; for me the depth held a wealth
of wisdom. I couldn’t understand that
as a child, but once I became a man
it’s not lost in my vision, why everyone
had chose to call you Wise.
A music lover, I recall the classics that were
your favorites, quickly became mine. Looking back in my mind, I hear singing in Lil’ bits n’ pieces; Ashford...
The reality, for certain doesn’t feel real.
I’m at a lost for words as my head reels.
Bro. You were, you are always, to me
a man of few words, yet when you
spoke; for me the depth held a wealth
of wisdom. I couldn’t understand that
as a child, but once I became a man
it’s not lost in my vision, why everyone
had chose to call you Wise.
A music lover, I recall the classics that were
your favorites, quickly became mine. Looking back in my mind, I hear singing in Lil’ bits n’ pieces; Ashford...
#birth
#death
#aging #nostalgia
#aging #nostalgia
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