Poems About Nostalgia Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about nostalgia seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
20th Apr 2025 11:26am
20th Apr 2025 11:26am
~some drenchy-eroding in nostalgic mega- episodes.. as sunday mini-bytes
1. The Red Hibiscus
you are strikingly pretty & a thoughtfully
hybridized as like a master-creator
Brahma‘s best work.. & yes,
you smile as a mammoth rafflesia
with the same bloody hue.. but yes
hurries to add.. no, none of its rotten
hungering fleshy stink of that bloody
predaceous forest flower.. that
you have innate..
all you adorn.. are
the uniquely bejewelled
a huge single ruby red
stone.. in firing yellowy
streaking tints.. of a million
bulbous pollens.. that ...
you are strikingly pretty & a thoughtfully
hybridized as like a master-creator
Brahma‘s best work.. & yes,
you smile as a mammoth rafflesia
with the same bloody hue.. but yes
hurries to add.. no, none of its rotten
hungering fleshy stink of that bloody
predaceous forest flower.. that
you have innate..
all you adorn.. are
the uniquely bejewelled
a huge single ruby red
stone.. in firing yellowy
streaking tints.. of a million
bulbous pollens.. that ...
#apocalypse
#love
#nature
#nostalgia
#spiritual
95 reads
4 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
13th Apr 2025 5:31pm
13th Apr 2025 5:31pm
Longing
11 - May, 2022
For her summer was arriving soon
For me, mid-April, it’s almost here
But where I live the heat is brutal
And it’s relentless
Year after year after year
Yes, I too get a sense of longing
For cool Autumn days and abundant Springs
Truth be told they remind me of my youth
When the future seemed like an eternity away
And now we’re here
All the could haves and should haves
Are aboard tiny floating lanterns
Carried off by the tide and waves
Into a sea of memory…and longing
72 Unique...
For her summer was arriving soon
For me, mid-April, it’s almost here
But where I live the heat is brutal
And it’s relentless
Year after year after year
Yes, I too get a sense of longing
For cool Autumn days and abundant Springs
Truth be told they remind me of my youth
When the future seemed like an eternity away
And now we’re here
All the could haves and should haves
Are aboard tiny floating lanterns
Carried off by the tide and waves
Into a sea of memory…and longing
72 Unique...
#memories
#nostalgia
54 reads
1 Comment
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
11th Apr 2025 10:31pm
11th Apr 2025 10:31pm
Homophonically speaking
Do you remember those days that past in a daze;
those nights when, like a knight, you swept me up in your arms?
After dessert, we'd watch as our friends would desert the dance floor.
We whirled around, you and me, alone in our own little world.
It didn't take two too much effort to tango back in those days -
through our youth, when we threw our most elaborate moves.
Our hearts and souls connected through the soles of our feet.
Here and now, I hear that familiar musical strain, curling around my ears
and I wonder whether we could weather an impromptu...
those nights when, like a knight, you swept me up in your arms?
After dessert, we'd watch as our friends would desert the dance floor.
We whirled around, you and me, alone in our own little world.
It didn't take two too much effort to tango back in those days -
through our youth, when we threw our most elaborate moves.
Our hearts and souls connected through the soles of our feet.
Here and now, I hear that familiar musical strain, curling around my ears
and I wonder whether we could weather an impromptu...
#dance
#love
#memories #nostalgia
#memories #nostalgia
105 reads
4 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
10th Apr 2025 3:19am
10th Apr 2025 3:19am
Fellation Ablation
Naught makes me want to crawl into a grave
more so than thoughts of consummating love
reminding me of past midnights thereof
where I as well was to passion a slave
before the hand of fate diseased the traits
in the gland wherein men cum to rely
for hot love in a copious supply...
never pondering the lack that frustrates.
Then one day the horn O plenty fails,
in thanatotic solidarity...
with mortal anatomic verity
as harsh as the rust on nine inch nails...
now too devitalized to...
more so than thoughts of consummating love
reminding me of past midnights thereof
where I as well was to passion a slave
before the hand of fate diseased the traits
in the gland wherein men cum to rely
for hot love in a copious supply...
never pondering the lack that frustrates.
Then one day the horn O plenty fails,
in thanatotic solidarity...
with mortal anatomic verity
as harsh as the rust on nine inch nails...
now too devitalized to...
#aging
#fate
#nostalgia
147 reads
6 Comments
Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
7th Apr 2025 10:59am
7th Apr 2025 10:59am
Memories
It was almost buried in the sand.
I remember the sunny sky and his hand.
It feels like I took so many things for granted.
All the memories I had above.
I was a kid and had almost all I wanted.
And yearned for the things I never had.
Like he smell of sand in the air.
And my long,dark brown hair.
I remember just having fun.
No stress,and no need to run.
But sometimes,you don't miss something until you lose it.
If only I could be a kid once again.
I would feel better than a changed man.
I remember the way we...
I remember the sunny sky and his hand.
It feels like I took so many things for granted.
All the memories I had above.
I was a kid and had almost all I wanted.
And yearned for the things I never had.
Like he smell of sand in the air.
And my long,dark brown hair.
I remember just having fun.
No stress,and no need to run.
But sometimes,you don't miss something until you lose it.
If only I could be a kid once again.
I would feel better than a changed man.
I remember the way we...
#hope
#memorial
#nostalgia #uplifting
#nostalgia #uplifting
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0 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 8:14pm
1st Apr 2025 8:14pm
[NaPoWriMo - 2025 Collection] Flowers from Thoughts
Prelude
Flush wisteria, lavender
ripened upon their vine
Eliot’s hyacinth couple
deep purple, beyond the rain-
pummeled garden gate
A mossy footpath, wet
seeping between toes
of bare feet, droplets plop
extend upward, fall
into Earth's moistened mouth
. . .Other echoes
Inhabit the garden. Shall we follow?
Not to learn but remember
nor think back to before
November circumstance
tilled the soil of withered slumber
for...
Flush wisteria, lavender
ripened upon their vine
Eliot’s hyacinth couple
deep purple, beyond the rain-
pummeled garden gate
A mossy footpath, wet
seeping between toes
of bare feet, droplets plop
extend upward, fall
into Earth's moistened mouth
. . .Other echoes
Inhabit the garden. Shall we follow?
Not to learn but remember
nor think back to before
November circumstance
tilled the soil of withered slumber
for...
#nature
#mythology
#nostalgia
363 reads
11 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 6:50am
1st Apr 2025 6:50am
Lost...Somewhere in Time
Those late night tunes can get us lost
Somewhere in time
When the mind wanders into some forgotten places
Reliving moments briefly
As if they were just yesterday
Them lyrics can turn back the clock
And unlock memories
The details are ghostly caresses on the mind’s eye
Longing for just tiny piece
Just to ease the ache
The melodies can surge an energy
A restless fantasy revived
When “could have beens” burn like whiskey straight up
Going down smooth
To make the yearning numb
These songs can take you...
Somewhere in time
When the mind wanders into some forgotten places
Reliving moments briefly
As if they were just yesterday
Them lyrics can turn back the clock
And unlock memories
The details are ghostly caresses on the mind’s eye
Longing for just tiny piece
Just to ease the ache
The melodies can surge an energy
A restless fantasy revived
When “could have beens” burn like whiskey straight up
Going down smooth
To make the yearning numb
These songs can take you...
#memories
#music
#nostalgia #WritingPoetry
#nostalgia #WritingPoetry
117 reads
8 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
31st Mar 2025 1:38am
31st Mar 2025 1:38am
That Was Then. This Is Now.
At first, nobody liked Betty.
She was nothing more than a nerd.
But that was high school.
We saw her at Roger's bachelor party.
She looked so hot in that dress.
She was nothing more than a nerd.
But that was high school.
We saw her at Roger's bachelor party.
She looked so hot in that dress.
#beauty
#fiction
#nostalgia
#school
#seductive
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0 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
27th Mar 2025 5:27am
27th Mar 2025 5:27am
Where do we go from here?
and where do we go from here?
How do we live past the drought?
Will we be able to forgive or forget?
When the light is about to give out
How will we rise after the fall?
Can we spring back on our feet?
Will summer be a distant memory
When winter slows the heartbeat
Will time heal those old wounds?
As tired eyes lose sight but gain vision
Will we grieve for those wasted days?
For naïve youth and mere indecisions
Will we still be able to hear the music?
Just as we did “back in the day”
If we don’t know where...
How do we live past the drought?
Will we be able to forgive or forget?
When the light is about to give out
How will we rise after the fall?
Can we spring back on our feet?
Will summer be a distant memory
When winter slows the heartbeat
Will time heal those old wounds?
As tired eyes lose sight but gain vision
Will we grieve for those wasted days?
For naïve youth and mere indecisions
Will we still be able to hear the music?
Just as we did “back in the day”
If we don’t know where...
#aging
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#nostalgia #WritingPoetry
#nostalgia #WritingPoetry
142 reads
6 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
21st Mar 2025 5:00am
21st Mar 2025 5:00am
The Nostalgic Nightingale
Perched on a withering branch
The nightingale sings a melancholic song
With a voice that remembers the past
Like echoes of spring from long, long ago
As the wind stirs amidst the trees
The nightingale sings a despondent tune
A winged memory of open blue skies
Now painted with a little more gloom…
But at night the nightingale sits in silence
Warm in the nest looking up at the stars
While the wind whispers amidst the trees
And leaves fall gently on the ground
The little bird reminisces of times
Of days lived and laughed and gone ...
The nightingale sings a melancholic song
With a voice that remembers the past
Like echoes of spring from long, long ago
As the wind stirs amidst the trees
The nightingale sings a despondent tune
A winged memory of open blue skies
Now painted with a little more gloom…
But at night the nightingale sits in silence
Warm in the nest looking up at the stars
While the wind whispers amidst the trees
And leaves fall gently on the ground
The little bird reminisces of times
Of days lived and laughed and gone ...
#birds
#memories
#nostalgia #TimeHeals
#nostalgia #TimeHeals
125 reads
4 Comments
msbellepoetry43
Poem Published
18th Mar 2025 4:17am
18th Mar 2025 4:17am
The Hood
When you
FROM THE HOOD,
LIVING in a
RUNNED DOWN,
RURAL NEIGHBORHOOD!!!
When your CHURCH, your SCHOOL,
your BEAUTY SALON,
BARBER SHOP and
the LIQUOR STORE,
is only WITHIN
WALKING DISTANCE,
When the ICE CREAM
TRUCK RUNS during the DAY, and
LATE AT NIGHT!!
WHEN KIDS ARE ON
BIKES, SCOOTERS,
SKATEBOARDS and SKATES,
WHEN YOU BETTER
HURRY HOME QUICK,
the STREET LIGHTS will come ON,
HURRYING HOME BECAUSE IT'S LATE,
When it's a SCHOOL NIGHT,
and YOU have to BE IN BED by 8,
DO...
FROM THE HOOD,
LIVING in a
RUNNED DOWN,
RURAL NEIGHBORHOOD!!!
When your CHURCH, your SCHOOL,
your BEAUTY SALON,
BARBER SHOP and
the LIQUOR STORE,
is only WITHIN
WALKING DISTANCE,
When the ICE CREAM
TRUCK RUNS during the DAY, and
LATE AT NIGHT!!
WHEN KIDS ARE ON
BIKES, SCOOTERS,
SKATEBOARDS and SKATES,
WHEN YOU BETTER
HURRY HOME QUICK,
the STREET LIGHTS will come ON,
HURRYING HOME BECAUSE IT'S LATE,
When it's a SCHOOL NIGHT,
and YOU have to BE IN BED by 8,
DO...
#aging
#childhood
#LifeStruggles #nostalgia
#LifeStruggles #nostalgia
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0 Comments
Whackytraveler
Poem Published
15th Mar 2025 1:49pm
15th Mar 2025 1:49pm
Old photo
The wrinkled page, a photo
Taken long ago
The years had gone by in a flash
Frozen in time
I was a dime
Young and divine
The sun was shining
The sea moved
With the breeze
Happy and free
You were with me
Taken long ago
The years had gone by in a flash
Frozen in time
I was a dime
Young and divine
The sun was shining
The sea moved
With the breeze
Happy and free
You were with me
#aging
#nostalgia
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1 Comment
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