Least Read Poems About Nostalgia
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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
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
22 reads
12 Comments
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
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
14th Jan 2024 11:41pm
14th Jan 2024 11:41pm
fish ‘n chips
salt and pepper and vinegar
and brown sauce made up most of our dinner
and it wasn’t even dinner
since we had it for
tea
no one drank
coffee
and brown sauce made up most of our dinner
and it wasn’t even dinner
since we had it for
tea
no one drank
coffee
#nostalgia
40 reads
1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
6th Feb 2024 1:54pm
6th Feb 2024 1:54pm
the execution
the night of the executions
On the roof of his loft room, there was a half-open window
by climbing up on a chair, he could see over
the rim and eye
the camp for Russian prisoners of war.
on clear nights, especially when the moon was almost full
he was fascinated by the details and could see the upland
and the village bathed in blue and silver.
it was in the middle of a war,
the boy was five years old
and had been sent to a farm to be safe from nightly sirens
that had frightened him
it was on a night like this,...
On the roof of his loft room, there was a half-open window
by climbing up on a chair, he could see over
the rim and eye
the camp for Russian prisoners of war.
on clear nights, especially when the moon was almost full
he was fascinated by the details and could see the upland
and the village bathed in blue and silver.
it was in the middle of a war,
the boy was five years old
and had been sent to a farm to be safe from nightly sirens
that had frightened him
it was on a night like this,...
#birth
#motherhood
#aging
#nostalgia
#dating
43 reads
0 Comments
deadwolf
Poem Published
4th Apr 2024 1:09am
4th Apr 2024 1:09am
Random Ramblins #10
Damn it,
Played this song on an back in the day oldie station other day,
Lost my ever Lovin head and almost pulled over on the side o the road to look for a payphone to call an yell at the radio station,
No quarters, No payphones anymore either,… Well FUK…
Man, why do I insist on bein off the grid an not having a cell phone…
Man Alive Vato; Taylor Dayne is not an oldie
An neither is Tone Lōc or Yong MC…
Bust a Move is still the Shiznit man… aint it?
Hell, I still bump down South 6th to Kid Frost and Naughty by Nature,
Hehehe, fukers, damn...
Played this song on an back in the day oldie station other day,
Lost my ever Lovin head and almost pulled over on the side o the road to look for a payphone to call an yell at the radio station,
No quarters, No payphones anymore either,… Well FUK…
Man, why do I insist on bein off the grid an not having a cell phone…
Man Alive Vato; Taylor Dayne is not an oldie
An neither is Tone Lōc or Yong MC…
Bust a Move is still the Shiznit man… aint it?
Hell, I still bump down South 6th to Kid Frost and Naughty by Nature,
Hehehe, fukers, damn...
#nostalgia
48 reads
2 Comments
Aquatic-Vehicle
Poem Published
19th Apr 2024 6:58am
19th Apr 2024 6:58am
Nostalgia
Memories suffocate my mind,
Bliss when Mom was alive,
The sickly amount of sugar,
Along with the citric tinge on my lips,
A reminder of things that'll never dissipate.
Lemonade makes me nostalgic.
Bliss when Mom was alive,
The sickly amount of sugar,
Along with the citric tinge on my lips,
A reminder of things that'll never dissipate.
Lemonade makes me nostalgic.
#memories
#nostalgia
49 reads
1 Comment
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
49 reads
2 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
9th Jan 2024 1:13am
9th Jan 2024 1:13am
suburban lives
of course it was different
back then we
pretended to be punks and on the telly we watched
morecambe and wise ..
back then we
pretended to be punks and on the telly we watched
morecambe and wise ..
#nostalgia
50 reads
0 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
15th Jan 2024 00:09am
15th Jan 2024 00:09am
she didn’t, but I think she would have
me and my gran liked westerns particularly those about ‘sudden’ by oliver strange
which were undoubtedly
thoughtlessly and unintentionally but not malevolently racist
just like most of us
gran said
which were undoubtedly
thoughtlessly and unintentionally but not malevolently racist
just like most of us
gran said
#nostalgia
51 reads
3 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
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