Poems About Nostalgia Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about nostalgia seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 10:56am
14th Jan 2025 10:56am
NYC 1963
The studio on 4th Street was the place they needed to be
Hope & determination was in their minds, that they can change society
They were considered the outcasts outside of their community
Songs being created in Greenwich Village that weren't so rare
Strings being strummed by poets, ideas to influence others
It began with Woodie Guthrie and exploded with Bob Dylan
In the evening, the beatniks and the long haired girls came too
Coffee shops heard their words
And when the next day came they took action
The blue collared army
Their eyes &...
Hope & determination was in their minds, that they can change society
They were considered the outcasts outside of their community
Songs being created in Greenwich Village that weren't so rare
Strings being strummed by poets, ideas to influence others
It began with Woodie Guthrie and exploded with Bob Dylan
In the evening, the beatniks and the long haired girls came too
Coffee shops heard their words
And when the next day came they took action
The blue collared army
Their eyes &...
#city
#music
#nonfiction
#nostalgia
#PopCulture
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12 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 3:54pm
11th Jan 2025 3:54pm
3.14
do you like pie?
do you remember the
last time you had a
great slice of pie
or,
where you had that
great slice of pie
like in some art deco,
silver streak train
car diner
the one with the
stools that spun
sitting in front of
the counter
the diner with a Tuesday
night blue plate special
a diner where lonely
old men would eat,
men so old that the space
between one heart beat
and the next...
do you remember the
last time you had a
great slice of pie
or,
where you had that
great slice of pie
like in some art deco,
silver streak train
car diner
the one with the
stools that spun
sitting in front of
the counter
the diner with a Tuesday
night blue plate special
a diner where lonely
old men would eat,
men so old that the space
between one heart beat
and the next...
#nostalgia
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8 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 4:45am
10th Jan 2025 4:45am
when I was eight
my father courage started at
the neck of a bottle of vodka
and finished in its puck
I learned early in life that
what an alcohol fears most
is an empty well
he always said to me,
"Remember, you don't
have friends, only acquaintances.
you can't ever trust anyone."
RIGHT...
so I stopped trusting him
and life, although full of bullshit,
at times, has offered me enough
flowers to reap a garden or two
take that you drunken...
the neck of a bottle of vodka
and finished in its puck
I learned early in life that
what an alcohol fears most
is an empty well
he always said to me,
"Remember, you don't
have friends, only acquaintances.
you can't ever trust anyone."
RIGHT...
so I stopped trusting him
and life, although full of bullshit,
at times, has offered me enough
flowers to reap a garden or two
take that you drunken...
#childhood
#nostalgia
54 reads
2 Comments
Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 10:46am
5th Jan 2025 10:46am
Letter To You
I am writing a letter today.
For a person I used to know by name.
I am writing to see if you are well.
I hope I find you happy,swell.
Let me write this letter in ink.
I'll stamp it and begin to think.
Maybe this letter will find you one day.
Years later,on a sunny day.
Maybe you will read my cursive and smile.
And remember our memories,that lasted a while.
I'm gonna add in cursive ink.
I'll stamp it in a blink.
I'll add in all my love and appreciation.
For our friendship,a whole another nation.
For...
For a person I used to know by name.
I am writing to see if you are well.
I hope I find you happy,swell.
Let me write this letter in ink.
I'll stamp it and begin to think.
Maybe this letter will find you one day.
Years later,on a sunny day.
Maybe you will read my cursive and smile.
And remember our memories,that lasted a while.
I'm gonna add in cursive ink.
I'll stamp it in a blink.
I'll add in all my love and appreciation.
For our friendship,a whole another nation.
For...
#happiness
#memorial
#nostalgia
#sadness
#uplifting
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0 Comments
Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 10:49am
2nd Jan 2025 10:49am
Beach Memories
It was a hot,summer day.
Sun shining,problems at bay.
There was sounds of laughter.
The way the sun felt on my skin.
And I forget all problems I've been.
There were kids digging holes.
Sandcastle contests,people pose for pictures.
To keep as a memory of today.
This sunny,warm summer day.
I wore a swimsuit in blue.
I sunbathed,a red hue.
I were under some shade with a book.
And I would take a look at the water.
The sand,next to my father.
I remember when I was a kid.
And I would go to the...
Sun shining,problems at bay.
There was sounds of laughter.
The way the sun felt on my skin.
And I forget all problems I've been.
There were kids digging holes.
Sandcastle contests,people pose for pictures.
To keep as a memory of today.
This sunny,warm summer day.
I wore a swimsuit in blue.
I sunbathed,a red hue.
I were under some shade with a book.
And I would take a look at the water.
The sand,next to my father.
I remember when I was a kid.
And I would go to the...
#beach
#happiness
#memories
#nostalgia
#sadness
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0 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
29th Dec 2024 00:43am
29th Dec 2024 00:43am
memories
you didn’t call.”
sorry, I thought you’d be out.
“sorry?
this isn’t the nineteen seventies,
you’ve got a phone in
your pocket.”
and a head somewhere else ..
sorry, I thought you’d be out.
“sorry?
this isn’t the nineteen seventies,
you’ve got a phone in
your pocket.”
and a head somewhere else ..
#nostalgia
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2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
26th Dec 2024 12:10pm
26th Dec 2024 12:10pm
Blood Sucking Bugs
Flies annoy and Bzz Bzz Bzz around,
as long as there's garbage they'll always be found
One year as a kid I killed two flies
Placed them in my brother's burger,
devoured, with some shoe string fries
I recall a kid who lived a few blocks away
The family was dirt-poor,
his home needed to be sprayed
Every time I saw him he was insanely scratching his head
His hair was greasy and wild,
fingertips looked bloody red
I later found out that he was carrying lice
Filthy family they were,
house was inundated with mice
I was...
as long as there's garbage they'll always be found
One year as a kid I killed two flies
Placed them in my brother's burger,
devoured, with some shoe string fries
I recall a kid who lived a few blocks away
The family was dirt-poor,
his home needed to be sprayed
Every time I saw him he was insanely scratching his head
His hair was greasy and wild,
fingertips looked bloody red
I later found out that he was carrying lice
Filthy family they were,
house was inundated with mice
I was...
#funny
#memories
#nostalgia
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8 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2024 8:18pm
22nd Dec 2024 8:18pm
Popeye, dump that bitch Olive Oyl
Where's me spinach, Olive Oyl?
Why blow me over, Olive Oyl?
Diamonds are a girls best friend, says Olive Oyl
That's malarchy, Olive Oyl
Popeye, you and Bluto need to fight over me, whoever wins can take me out dancing, says Olive Oyl
Will Popeye ever dump that bitch Olive Oyl?
Why blow me over, Olive Oyl?
Diamonds are a girls best friend, says Olive Oyl
That's malarchy, Olive Oyl
Popeye, you and Bluto need to fight over me, whoever wins can take me out dancing, says Olive Oyl
Will Popeye ever dump that bitch Olive Oyl?
#memories
#nostalgia
#PopCulture
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9 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2024 7:59pm
22nd Dec 2024 7:59pm
Suffering Succotash
Couldn't Warner Brothers just once, have Sylvester the Cat eat that little wise ass Tweety Bird?
Sure, there were a few cartoons where Sylvester manages to briefly eat Tweety up, but usually Granny or some other character makes Sylvester spit Tweety out of his mouth.
It's a damn shame, since this cat needed his protein.
Sylvester never had a break. Always getting pummeled by Granny, Spike the Bulldog or even Tweety Bird.
There was even some early episodes where he's paired up with Porky Pig. Porky Pig would scold him, since Sylvester was a scaredy cat and would get Porky...
Sure, there were a few cartoons where Sylvester manages to briefly eat Tweety up, but usually Granny or some other character makes Sylvester spit Tweety out of his mouth.
It's a damn shame, since this cat needed his protein.
Sylvester never had a break. Always getting pummeled by Granny, Spike the Bulldog or even Tweety Bird.
There was even some early episodes where he's paired up with Porky Pig. Porky Pig would scold him, since Sylvester was a scaredy cat and would get Porky...
#memories
#nostalgia
#PopCulture
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6 Comments
Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
15th Dec 2024 10:48am
15th Dec 2024 10:48am
Sweets
I still remember the scent.
Of chocolate,wet cement.
When I was still a child.
And all of the pain was mild.
I remember the scent of pastries.
With cream and chocolate chips.
I remember her cookies.
So good,you would lick your lips.
And maybe homemade,vanilla cake.
That you and your family would make.
Maybe the scent and taste of caramel.
If only I could remember the smell.
I would have a fairytale to tell.
One day,I will also try to bake.
Maybe while painting an ethereal lake.
I will...
Of chocolate,wet cement.
When I was still a child.
And all of the pain was mild.
I remember the scent of pastries.
With cream and chocolate chips.
I remember her cookies.
So good,you would lick your lips.
And maybe homemade,vanilla cake.
That you and your family would make.
Maybe the scent and taste of caramel.
If only I could remember the smell.
I would have a fairytale to tell.
One day,I will also try to bake.
Maybe while painting an ethereal lake.
I will...
#happiness
#hope
#memories
#nostalgia
#uplifting
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oldmanG
Poem Published
11th Dec 2024 5:00am
11th Dec 2024 5:00am
Being Put In (The Ground)
Being put in (the ground)
Little mans ballin
As I keep my nose to the wheel
Know it’s in him
Can’t wait til his 1st game
I watch him in wonder
Learn as much from him
As I try to give
Learn as much from him
As I try to teach
Wonder of youth
Everyone wants it
But grow up…
And you can’t get it back
As hard as we try
Gettin old really sucks
Not the knowledge…it’s great
But when your body can’t
Respond
Wonder of youth
Everyone wants it
But we grow up ...
Little mans ballin
As I keep my nose to the wheel
Know it’s in him
Can’t wait til his 1st game
I watch him in wonder
Learn as much from him
As I try to give
Learn as much from him
As I try to teach
Wonder of youth
Everyone wants it
But grow up…
And you can’t get it back
As hard as we try
Gettin old really sucks
Not the knowledge…it’s great
But when your body can’t
Respond
Wonder of youth
Everyone wants it
But we grow up ...
#aging
#childhood
#death #nostalgia
#death #nostalgia
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 9:32pm
9th Dec 2024 9:32pm
Ghostly Encounter On The Beach
Broderick
went to the beach for some
peace and quiet only to see his
old high school flame Judy walking towards the tide
coming in. But when he rushed over
to his long lost love, she
disappeared.
went to the beach for some
peace and quiet only to see his
old high school flame Judy walking towards the tide
coming in. But when he rushed over
to his long lost love, she
disappeared.
#beach
#fiction
#ghosts
#lover
#nostalgia
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