Least Read Poems About Nostalgia
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LilDragonFly
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2022 8:24pm
2nd Dec 2022 8:24pm
Remembrance
Joys are so often forgotten
while these pains remain
invisible scars collected in jars
meant to be put on display
on some nostalgic day
many years hence
after allowing the suspense
to finally fade before the masquerade
lulled by the luring dance
of an ever fond remembrance
while these pains remain
invisible scars collected in jars
meant to be put on display
on some nostalgic day
many years hence
after allowing the suspense
to finally fade before the masquerade
lulled by the luring dance
of an ever fond remembrance
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#memories
#WritingPoetry
#nostalgia
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DaisyGrace
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 2:37am
3rd Apr 2025 2:37am
The Best Spring Times Are –
the roll down the windows, let my hair
tangle in the just-mown-grassy wind
while I belt classic country songs
(and by classic, I mean Jo Dee Messina),
your hand curve-squeezed around my thigh,
and my hand riding the rushing spring,
curving miles speed underneath our feet while we
navigate by whatever star blinks awake next
times;
the sitting in the dark counting down
the days til lightning bug sparks,
drinking tea (mine will always be iced
and sweet) laced with the first sunny
warm day of the year, and stealing
kisses...
tangle in the just-mown-grassy wind
while I belt classic country songs
(and by classic, I mean Jo Dee Messina),
your hand curve-squeezed around my thigh,
and my hand riding the rushing spring,
curving miles speed underneath our feet while we
navigate by whatever star blinks awake next
times;
the sitting in the dark counting down
the days til lightning bug sparks,
drinking tea (mine will always be iced
and sweet) laced with the first sunny
warm day of the year, and stealing
kisses...
#nostalgia
#spring
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LilDragonFly
Poem Published
6th Jun 2023 8:29pm
6th Jun 2023 8:29pm
Nostalgic
There is always something magic
about all things nostalgic
how the mint balm of memory
can soothe then calm me
While I again feel the flow
of lost feelings I still know
how the past tense
seems to teem with more sense
A much simpler time
when the poetry of rhyme
spoke up for itself
from every full library shelf
Tea parties with Poe and Frost
rekindling feelings long since lost
while I let the conversation steep
in matters both wide and deep
Visiting all those different ages ...
about all things nostalgic
how the mint balm of memory
can soothe then calm me
While I again feel the flow
of lost feelings I still know
how the past tense
seems to teem with more sense
A much simpler time
when the poetry of rhyme
spoke up for itself
from every full library shelf
Tea parties with Poe and Frost
rekindling feelings long since lost
while I let the conversation steep
in matters both wide and deep
Visiting all those different ages ...
#confessional
#memories
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#nostalgia
14 reads
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Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
19th Mar 2021 3:17pm
19th Mar 2021 3:17pm
The Lord of the Poems
He scrubs off the dust
Stock-piling on the shelves of his mind
His battles with writer’s block
Has disrupted and crippled him blind
He perfects his deserted wooden partner
Freeing her of idle hands imprisoned in webs
So many masterpieces were birthed on her mahogany
Stitched together with his will and the ink of his quill’s threads
He ignites his candle
Indenting its motives on her corner
He fishes his pond for his thoughts
Never quite understanding his bait is a foreigner
He opens the gates
That has been...
Stock-piling on the shelves of his mind
His battles with writer’s block
Has disrupted and crippled him blind
He perfects his deserted wooden partner
Freeing her of idle hands imprisoned in webs
So many masterpieces were birthed on her mahogany
Stitched together with his will and the ink of his quill’s threads
He ignites his candle
Indenting its motives on her corner
He fishes his pond for his thoughts
Never quite understanding his bait is a foreigner
He opens the gates
That has been...
#mythology
#nostalgia
#dystopian
#symbolism
#epic
15 reads
7 Comments
Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
8th Aug 2020 3:19pm
8th Aug 2020 3:19pm
Unforgettable
Amid the rise of the sun ,
The temptation of the heat that struck
And the clearance of the sky,
No sign of clouds,
Resemblance of the love
That incarnate as
The years go by
And the sound of shadows
Whispering
The absence
Of reality,
Intriguing as the curve of a
Ball thrown at 90 miles,
The ingestion of toxicity of
the proximity
Engulfed
The perception
Of a time
Hidden
Between
The ashes of
Burned pages,
While
scribbled intentions
for
centuries ...
The temptation of the heat that struck
And the clearance of the sky,
No sign of clouds,
Resemblance of the love
That incarnate as
The years go by
And the sound of shadows
Whispering
The absence
Of reality,
Intriguing as the curve of a
Ball thrown at 90 miles,
The ingestion of toxicity of
the proximity
Engulfed
The perception
Of a time
Hidden
Between
The ashes of
Burned pages,
While
scribbled intentions
for
centuries ...
#memories
#LifeCycle
#historical
#acceptance
#nostalgia
16 reads
11 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
1st Jul 2021 8:40pm
1st Jul 2021 8:40pm
Magnolia
You stand as a symbol
of more than just
the South
but of indominability
Your long fat leaves
serve as eaves
against a relentless rain
against an enduring pain
Each one is deep green
but in an ancient way
here for many a day
like the bold forests of old
Trying now to take hold
of my memory
of my thought
recalling what I ought
Learning my lessons
from arboreal confessions
shared long ago
when only the Creek did know
of more than just
the South
but of indominability
Your long fat leaves
serve as eaves
against a relentless rain
against an enduring pain
Each one is deep green
but in an ancient way
here for many a day
like the bold forests of old
Trying now to take hold
of my memory
of my thought
recalling what I ought
Learning my lessons
from arboreal confessions
shared long ago
when only the Creek did know
#strength
#trees
#nature
#confessional
#nostalgia
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2019 7:12pm
23rd Feb 2019 7:12pm
Mosquito
Marked! The morning
is for inspections
of what was taken.
I detect my blood pieces
adrift at sky within
capsules, the apertures
the size of a pore;
tiny purposeful ones, how many
time capsules
have been forgotten?
How many are living?
Like you.
I am deciding
my muscles to dig
up the pearl-skinned
plastic horse
in action- a forelock
perpetually aloft
laying next
to the brother's belly-up
skateboard. The burial
was not marked
as we were captainsure ...
is for inspections
of what was taken.
I detect my blood pieces
adrift at sky within
capsules, the apertures
the size of a pore;
tiny purposeful ones, how many
time capsules
have been forgotten?
How many are living?
Like you.
I am deciding
my muscles to dig
up the pearl-skinned
plastic horse
in action- a forelock
perpetually aloft
laying next
to the brother's belly-up
skateboard. The burial
was not marked
as we were captainsure ...
#brother
#childhood
#memories #nostalgia
#memories #nostalgia
23 reads
12 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
26th Aug 2021 5:39pm
26th Aug 2021 5:39pm
Old Tire Swing
It hung down so low
over the dark Warrior
that slow, deep river
always a deliverer
of black molasses memories
Tangled on the mossy banks
Where all time stood still
even the whippoorwill
forgot what she was
going to sing
waiting her next turn on the swing
over the dark Warrior
that slow, deep river
always a deliverer
of black molasses memories
Tangled on the mossy banks
Where all time stood still
even the whippoorwill
forgot what she was
going to sing
waiting her next turn on the swing
#childhood
#nature
#confessional
#memories
#nostalgia
25 reads
12 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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Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
21st Oct 2020 4:55pm
21st Oct 2020 4:55pm
Taste My Lips
I lie here among nature
Naked and fully awake
I am waiting for your portraiture
So I can reflect my beauty amongst the lake
I keep my lips open
For you to taste my lustful display
And I secrete my perfume scented oil as a token
For seducing you into my sexual play
Come…
Taste my lips.
Naked and fully awake
I am waiting for your portraiture
So I can reflect my beauty amongst the lake
I keep my lips open
For you to taste my lustful display
And I secrete my perfume scented oil as a token
For seducing you into my sexual play
Come…
Taste my lips.
#nostalgia
#emotional
#metaphor
#philosophical
#symbolism
30 reads
14 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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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:19am
Yesterday 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
51 reads
4 Comments
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