Long Poems About Nostalgia
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Long poems about nostalgia. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
16th Oct 2024 1:23am
16th Oct 2024 1:23am
MY FEEBLE PEN'S UNCERTAIN, ATTEMPTED RETURN (5:25pm, 10-7-2024; at KOFFI North, Palm Springs, California)
pausing here
this afternoon
with pen
and paper
in hand again
in hopes
of tapping
back into
my innate
creative muse s
too long neglected
too long distracted
ever mysterious
inner realms
to try retuning
back into
channeling
and releasing
whatever spontaneously arisen
free flow purge
of perceptive
conscious
and subconscious
self expression
might
to my surprise
possibly arise
from...
this afternoon
with pen
and paper
in hand again
in hopes
of tapping
back into
my innate
creative muse s
too long neglected
too long distracted
ever mysterious
inner realms
to try retuning
back into
channeling
and releasing
whatever spontaneously arisen
free flow purge
of perceptive
conscious
and subconscious
self expression
might
to my surprise
possibly arise
from...
#aging
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#LifeCycle
#nostalgia
#WritersBlock
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UbiquitousVoid
Poem Published
5th Sep 2024 8:52am
5th Sep 2024 8:52am
THE HITMAN
I.
"It all ended with a hush, and tears
A silent confession as I cupped his ears
Then life continued with a quickening pace
And a part of me has never left that place
His image persists as I leave with her
A solemn abnegation to which I swore
His image persists as she confides in me
Choked the pain inside that she'll never see
A plethora of faces
Past the barrel of a gun
But of pareidolia
There was only one
I could weep of unfairness
I could scream at the sky
But protecting her...
"It all ended with a hush, and tears
A silent confession as I cupped his ears
Then life continued with a quickening pace
And a part of me has never left that place
His image persists as I leave with her
A solemn abnegation to which I swore
His image persists as she confides in me
Choked the pain inside that she'll never see
A plethora of faces
Past the barrel of a gun
But of pareidolia
There was only one
I could weep of unfairness
I could scream at the sky
But protecting her...
#jealousy
#nostalgia
#UnrequitedLove
119 reads
4 Comments
ohmy_engrish
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Poem Published
1st Sep 2024 7:02am
1st Sep 2024 7:02am
Hey again lovelies~
So uh…..it’s definitely been a minute….
But hi :)
This little goober is baaaack >3<
Turns out, I’ve been inspired by another Kpop song so I’m gonna start working on that.
To whoever had read my stuff before, hello again 🙃 And to anyone who hasn’t given two ducks about me till now, why hello 👋 I’ve written my own English interpretations of Kpop songs for a couple of years now (cause I can.)
Nevertheless, it always feels like a full circle moment whenever I come back here because each time I’m a different person,...
But hi :)
This little goober is baaaack >3<
Turns out, I’ve been inspired by another Kpop song so I’m gonna start working on that.
To whoever had read my stuff before, hello again 🙃 And to anyone who hasn’t given two ducks about me till now, why hello 👋 I’ve written my own English interpretations of Kpop songs for a couple of years now (cause I can.)
Nevertheless, it always feels like a full circle moment whenever I come back here because each time I’m a different person,...
#nostalgia
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ExercisingDemons
Poem Published
22nd Aug 2024 8:13pm
22nd Aug 2024 8:13pm
Back to The Back of the Bus
Move me back to the back of the bus
where the cool kids be
no muss no fuss, just booze and weed
and firecrackers
aimed at tires and seats of open jeeps
move me please
too much heat on the front where a rear view sees
and I am doomed to please
by having all my human cease
let me be as scum and sleaze
cough and wheeze
in the back of the back of the back of the bus
rum and heathens
run your thumb above where drunk chum is sleeping
to find gum...
where the cool kids be
no muss no fuss, just booze and weed
and firecrackers
aimed at tires and seats of open jeeps
move me please
too much heat on the front where a rear view sees
and I am doomed to please
by having all my human cease
let me be as scum and sleaze
cough and wheeze
in the back of the back of the back of the bus
rum and heathens
run your thumb above where drunk chum is sleeping
to find gum...
#consumerism
#music
#nostalgia #school
#nostalgia #school
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2024 9:40pm
3rd Jul 2024 9:40pm
I Dream of Jeannie
Beautiful woman in a harem dress
Released out of her bottle
Tony Nelson in need of SOS
Tony took her home, she was a kind and generous genie
She fell for Tony instantly
She told him her name is Jeannie
Major Nelson was humble and not at all greedy
Jeannie wanted to give him the world
The opposite of his friend Roger Healey
Major Healey was very good friends with Tony
He let him in on his little secret
He didn’t believe it, until one day he said, show me
Jeannie appeared before his eyes
Roger...
Released out of her bottle
Tony Nelson in need of SOS
Tony took her home, she was a kind and generous genie
She fell for Tony instantly
She told him her name is Jeannie
Major Nelson was humble and not at all greedy
Jeannie wanted to give him the world
The opposite of his friend Roger Healey
Major Healey was very good friends with Tony
He let him in on his little secret
He didn’t believe it, until one day he said, show me
Jeannie appeared before his eyes
Roger...
#nostalgia
#PopCulture
#rhyming
81 reads
8 Comments
herry_the_poet
Poem Published
21st Jun 2024 3:04am
21st Jun 2024 3:04am
The Guilty
Ladies and Gentlemen
the names have been changed to protect
'The Guilty'
Yeah I'll bet between the 3 of us??? We share the travel sense the good Lord gave a cantaloupe.
I mean for starters? Who else would set sail much past the horizon in a $300 mechanics special – let alone start crossing county lines.
The girl's sole intention must be to get stranded somewhere and make things awkward between me and my folks. I'm telling you GRETCHEN has an unbelievable relationship with situational awareness and realism.
We would have a problem pooling...
the names have been changed to protect
'The Guilty'
Yeah I'll bet between the 3 of us??? We share the travel sense the good Lord gave a cantaloupe.
I mean for starters? Who else would set sail much past the horizon in a $300 mechanics special – let alone start crossing county lines.
The girl's sole intention must be to get stranded somewhere and make things awkward between me and my folks. I'm telling you GRETCHEN has an unbelievable relationship with situational awareness and realism.
We would have a problem pooling...
#aging
#LifeCycle
#nostalgia #teens
#nostalgia #teens
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herry_the_poet
Poem Published
21st Jun 2024 2:58am
21st Jun 2024 2:58am
Urophagia
#fate
#luck
#nostalgia
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
12th Jun 2024 6:56pm
12th Jun 2024 6:56pm
Somewhere In The Midst Of Time
SIOUX FALLS, SOUTH DAKOTA
The Present
Sephora gulped in a breath of air. She coughed violently to regain the rhythm of her breathing.
Palos patted Sephora on the back.
“Are you alright?”
“I...” She looked up. “Sir Pious.”
Who the fuck is this person you continue to refer me as?”
Sephora looked around. She realized she was in her bedroom.
“Sir Pious, I had an unusual dream.”
Palos stood. He was done with this crazy woman’s mumbling bullshit.
“You are a fucking...
The Present
Sephora gulped in a breath of air. She coughed violently to regain the rhythm of her breathing.
Palos patted Sephora on the back.
“Are you alright?”
“I...” She looked up. “Sir Pious.”
Who the fuck is this person you continue to refer me as?”
Sephora looked around. She realized she was in her bedroom.
“Sir Pious, I had an unusual dream.”
Palos stood. He was done with this crazy woman’s mumbling bullshit.
“You are a fucking...
#nostalgia
#UnrequitedLove
#ForbiddenLove #rose
#ForbiddenLove #rose
331 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
11th Jun 2024 8:46pm
11th Jun 2024 8:46pm
Snap, Crackle, Kill
When I was little boy back in the mid 1980's
Cereal was my go to for most of my breakfasts
My mother would only buy the "healthy" cereals
Stuff like Wheaties, Chex, Kelloggs Raisin Bran, Cheerios and Rice Krispies
YUCK!
My younger brother & I were never allowed to have Cookie Crisp, Lucky Charms, Fruit Loops, Count Chocula and many many others
No cereals with marbits
That's the dehydrated marshmallow's that have a texture of Styrofoam
We would beg & plead with her, but to no avail
When we would go over to our friends...
Cereal was my go to for most of my breakfasts
My mother would only buy the "healthy" cereals
Stuff like Wheaties, Chex, Kelloggs Raisin Bran, Cheerios and Rice Krispies
YUCK!
My younger brother & I were never allowed to have Cookie Crisp, Lucky Charms, Fruit Loops, Count Chocula and many many others
No cereals with marbits
That's the dehydrated marshmallow's that have a texture of Styrofoam
We would beg & plead with her, but to no avail
When we would go over to our friends...
#food
#MentalHealth
#mother
#nostalgia
#violence
140 reads
9 Comments
Maple666
Poem Published
9th Jun 2024 6:25pm
9th Jun 2024 6:25pm
School Lessons
I've been thinking of all the things I learnt at school. Pythagorean theorem I haven’t needed to find the missing side length of a right triangle to find my way but being taught to be kind and considerate even when it’s hard would have been a useful tool to put in my kit bag ready for physical and emotional exercises.
Also to find courage when you need it most whilst lying to your mother when she is dying but telling her everything is going to be fine. You know I did that for the greater good to ease her pain but was its courage that spoke of my weaknesses to appease. I would have...
Also to find courage when you need it most whilst lying to your mother when she is dying but telling her everything is going to be fine. You know I did that for the greater good to ease her pain but was its courage that spoke of my weaknesses to appease. I would have...
#childhood
#death
#emotions
#LifeCycle
#nostalgia
204 reads
2 Comments
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
108 reads
2 Comments
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