Poems About Nostalgia Seeking Friendly Advice
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Poems about nostalgia seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
moroccanpoet
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 2:20am
15th Apr 2024 2:20am
My old poetry
In the depths of my old poetry,
I find a tinge of melancholy,
Lines filled with pain, sorrow, and ire,
Echoes of my struggles, my desires.
Reflecting on the decades gone by,
Contemplating life's parade passing by,
Faces fading, wandering and lost,
Decisions shaping who I am at any cost.
Voices whispering within my mind,
Some laughter, some tears, intertwined,
...
I find a tinge of melancholy,
Lines filled with pain, sorrow, and ire,
Echoes of my struggles, my desires.
Reflecting on the decades gone by,
Contemplating life's parade passing by,
Faces fading, wandering and lost,
Decisions shaping who I am at any cost.
Voices whispering within my mind,
Some laughter, some tears, intertwined,
...
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords #nostalgia
#PowerOfWords #nostalgia
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Maple666
Poem Published
11th Apr 2024 5:37pm
11th Apr 2024 5:37pm
The Losing Game .
You go on as life isn’t a game where you have time out and to rationalise everything. I mean after a death of a close one you certainly don’t feel the sun or feel any fun. You’re wailing on the inside and quiet on the outside waiting with feelings that feel like a dose of gastroenteritis all liquidated and pouring out without an answer to how long you will be in cramping pain. No medications not even alcohol will not nip it in the bud it makes you feel worse you actually cry more, and you are in total uproar.
Please stop let me out for time out. I am on all fours. i don’t know...
Please stop let me out for time out. I am on all fours. i don’t know...
#grief
#death
#LifeStruggles
#LifeChangingMoment
#nostalgia
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2 Comments
nightbirdblue
enbyblue
enbyblue
Poem Published
7th Apr 2024 8:19pm
7th Apr 2024 8:19pm
Eras
I could talk to you for years
Over the eras we’ve bypassed
Formulating our synchronicities
In starry-eyed conversation
How a moment passes so slow
In your elegant presence
I feel I’ve aged gracefully
While staring into your eyes
For the past 10 minutes
For the last 10 years
Singing my heart for you
Somehow I’m still surprised
By the frequencies we’ve traversed
Together, though unknowing
And yet have come back
To one another’s embrace
Over the eras we’ve bypassed
Formulating our synchronicities
In starry-eyed conversation
How a moment passes so slow
In your elegant presence
I feel I’ve aged gracefully
While staring into your eyes
For the past 10 minutes
For the last 10 years
Singing my heart for you
Somehow I’m still surprised
By the frequencies we’ve traversed
Together, though unknowing
And yet have come back
To one another’s embrace
#wife
#romantic
#memories
#nostalgia
#NaPoWriMo2024
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wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
1st Apr 2024 1:02pm
1st Apr 2024 1:02pm
moonlight drive
full moon
blood orange,
the stars
in their
bone boxes,
all waiting,
bowing,
perhaps
it is
sentimental,
in
the event
it was
once weddings,
fat babies,
now, this
and that.
blood orange,
the stars
in their
bone boxes,
all waiting,
bowing,
perhaps
it is
sentimental,
in
the event
it was
once weddings,
fat babies,
now, this
and that.
#childhood
#aging
#nostalgia #dating
#nostalgia #dating
58 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
30th Mar 2024 10:14am
30th Mar 2024 10:14am
Miss Prissy
Miss Prissy
He was dressed in his finest suit as he lay in his casket under the rotunda. Pat’s Aunt Mercy lay in her bed in a room off the big room. Her name was Pat and her duty was to sneak bourbon and whiskey to get Auntie drunk enough not to cry. She kept Pat on her feet as she went to the kitchen to get Auntie booze. Aunt Mercy ushered in her widowhood with gin and tonic with lime on the rocks. At twenty-one Pat was still girlish but old enough to learn how to mix drinks during a wake. Her bridegroom, Bob, was huddled with the men but quiet as a church mouse while letting...
He was dressed in his finest suit as he lay in his casket under the rotunda. Pat’s Aunt Mercy lay in her bed in a room off the big room. Her name was Pat and her duty was to sneak bourbon and whiskey to get Auntie drunk enough not to cry. She kept Pat on her feet as she went to the kitchen to get Auntie booze. Aunt Mercy ushered in her widowhood with gin and tonic with lime on the rocks. At twenty-one Pat was still girlish but old enough to learn how to mix drinks during a wake. Her bridegroom, Bob, was huddled with the men but quiet as a church mouse while letting...
#love
#marriage
#death
#TruthOfLife
#nostalgia
54 reads
2 Comments
wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2024 2:53am
22nd Mar 2024 2:53am
chicken dinner *
here
it is,
again
too close
to midnight,
i'm awake
and eating
cold potato
slices
that came
with my
chicken dinner
from earlier
in the day
maybe
i should
be
in bed
and dreaming
of more
luxurious
feasts,
but i
was raised
on
fried chicken
and potatoes.
it is,
again
too close
to midnight,
i'm awake
and eating
cold potato
slices
that came
with my
chicken dinner
from earlier
in the day
maybe
i should
be
in bed
and dreaming
of more
luxurious
feasts,
but i
was raised
on
fried chicken
and potatoes.
#family
#food
#memories
#freedom
#nostalgia
82 reads
8 Comments
thinlane
Poem Published
14th Mar 2024 10:50am
14th Mar 2024 10:50am
A Passed Age
Seems like an age has passed
Slow days and faster decades
And though it's not really surprising
I'm still surprised that we haven't
Run into each other
Somewhere
In this huge city
In all these years
In essence I was just a boy
That last day
Now there's very little essence left
And I'm old and wrinkled
And it sets me to thinking
On those days that I think of you
That you must be old as well
But I simply can't picture it
My thought version of you
Remains stuck in the 90's
Just a girl in essence yourself ...
Slow days and faster decades
And though it's not really surprising
I'm still surprised that we haven't
Run into each other
Somewhere
In this huge city
In all these years
In essence I was just a boy
That last day
Now there's very little essence left
And I'm old and wrinkled
And it sets me to thinking
On those days that I think of you
That you must be old as well
But I simply can't picture it
My thought version of you
Remains stuck in the 90's
Just a girl in essence yourself ...
#aging
#nostalgia
65 reads
6 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
5th Mar 2024 1:52pm
5th Mar 2024 1:52pm
family room
it doesn't mean the same thing these days
doesn't carry the same weight
though at a glance...it wears the same skin
illusion...all of it
when once we gathered in community
laughing...relaxing...sharing our thoughts
winding down from the business of the day
children nattering at elders feet
cat in the corner...cleaning its paws
satisfied it fulfilled its duty
gearing up for an active night
while daylight quietly slipped away
dinner still scenting the air
dishes already done...dried...& put away
it was a place filled with...
doesn't carry the same weight
though at a glance...it wears the same skin
illusion...all of it
when once we gathered in community
laughing...relaxing...sharing our thoughts
winding down from the business of the day
children nattering at elders feet
cat in the corner...cleaning its paws
satisfied it fulfilled its duty
gearing up for an active night
while daylight quietly slipped away
dinner still scenting the air
dishes already done...dried...& put away
it was a place filled with...
#family
#memories
#nostalgia
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2 Comments
Tallquietguy
Poem Published
4th Mar 2024 5:23am
4th Mar 2024 5:23am
One More Night
I drink deeply of the silence
Of starry late winter skies
My old friend Orion marches in step
With Gemini and his companions;
A new moon hides behind the dark veil,
leaving distant suns sparkling with rare brilliance.
A teenager I once knew
Yearned painfully to reach those stars;
Eighteen to eighty serves up
A disheartening dose of reality
Year by year, day by day,
Moment by soul-crushing moment.
Yet dreams dead and buried
Slowly but surely give way
To clarity that cuts through the noise
Of...
Of starry late winter skies
My old friend Orion marches in step
With Gemini and his companions;
A new moon hides behind the dark veil,
leaving distant suns sparkling with rare brilliance.
A teenager I once knew
Yearned painfully to reach those stars;
Eighteen to eighty serves up
A disheartening dose of reality
Year by year, day by day,
Moment by soul-crushing moment.
Yet dreams dead and buried
Slowly but surely give way
To clarity that cuts through the noise
Of...
#inspirational
#LifeCycle
#aging
#gratitude
#nostalgia
67 reads
1 Comment
Mundus
Poem Published
24th Feb 2024 12:10pm
24th Feb 2024 12:10pm
Golden Cloud Boy
my life in bello monte wasn't easy
I was no golden cloud boy
showering confetti on everybody
the streets were old and cracked
cigarette butts and trash everywhere
still we played baseball and soccer
as if our lives depended on it
nintendo afternoons and coca-cola
kicks to the shins and spit on my face
it was a big merry-go-round
of magic and misery
the 90's were a cake
laced with strychnine
still, I miss it all
maybe I was happy
and never knew it
maybe after all
I was a golden...
I was no golden cloud boy
showering confetti on everybody
the streets were old and cracked
cigarette butts and trash everywhere
still we played baseball and soccer
as if our lives depended on it
nintendo afternoons and coca-cola
kicks to the shins and spit on my face
it was a big merry-go-round
of magic and misery
the 90's were a cake
laced with strychnine
still, I miss it all
maybe I was happy
and never knew it
maybe after all
I was a golden...
#sadness
#memories
#TimeHeals #nostalgia
#TimeHeals #nostalgia
103 reads
6 Comments
Adelphina
Poem Published
21st Feb 2024 1:46am
21st Feb 2024 1:46am
Foxes & Wolves
I wondered back then
A long time ago
At fourteen in middle school
A year before the quinceanera I never had
Where I’d be later in life
Everyone my age left middle school
and their teens early
My girlz grew up way too fast
String bikinis
Hickeys on tummies
Laughing in detention
Fights in the restroom
at school or the movie theater
Wasn’t my thing though, never was
I wasn’t scared of fighting
but my mother was a different story
And my friends knew it
They didn’t have to answer to her ...
A long time ago
At fourteen in middle school
A year before the quinceanera I never had
Where I’d be later in life
Everyone my age left middle school
and their teens early
My girlz grew up way too fast
String bikinis
Hickeys on tummies
Laughing in detention
Fights in the restroom
at school or the movie theater
Wasn’t my thing though, never was
I wasn’t scared of fighting
but my mother was a different story
And my friends knew it
They didn’t have to answer to her ...
#confessional
#SelfReflection
#memories #nostalgia
#memories #nostalgia
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wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
18th Feb 2024 10:17am
18th Feb 2024 10:17am
youthful remembrance
my youthful days flowed
like a river into summer,
while sweet fragrances danced on warm air,
hope carried within
a trusting vessel,
unknown to wandering expectations.
silhouettes of another
passed within reach,
connecting two souls,
interchanging,
an unintentional blaze
consumes both.
times change, their paths woven
with different threads,
still believing as one, again.
yet days passed,
days into nights, nights into years,
continuing on.
youthful remembrance
of soft caresses, ...
like a river into summer,
while sweet fragrances danced on warm air,
hope carried within
a trusting vessel,
unknown to wandering expectations.
silhouettes of another
passed within reach,
connecting two souls,
interchanging,
an unintentional blaze
consumes both.
times change, their paths woven
with different threads,
still believing as one, again.
yet days passed,
days into nights, nights into years,
continuing on.
youthful remembrance
of soft caresses, ...
#relationships
#romantic
#nostalgia
#separation
#crush
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