Nostalgia Poems
#nostalgia
Nostalgia poems, uplifting poetry fortified with an air of nostalgia. Poetry exploring sentimental affections for the past and poems to remember times gone by. Poems about the popular culture of another era, memories of childhood experiences, or recollections of what home used to feel like.
wallyroo92
Bumped 6th Feb 2025 1:55am
17th Sep 2019 11:50pm
17th Sep 2019 11:50pm
One Wing
I could see the sadness in his eyes,
Longing to relive his glorious days,
He was a majestic bird of the skies,
A symbol now fallen in disgrace.
I remember it was the summer of ’89,
It was my very first job as a teen,
Cleaning cages of disabled wildlife,
And his was the only one I couldn’t clean.
He sat there on the perch in his cage,
His eyes piercing anyone who came near,
His beak reminiscent a dangerous rage,
Now in pain but still inspiring fear.
Sometimes I stood and gazed in wonder,
What they’d done to him...
Longing to relive his glorious days,
He was a majestic bird of the skies,
A symbol now fallen in disgrace.
I remember it was the summer of ’89,
It was my very first job as a teen,
Cleaning cages of disabled wildlife,
And his was the only one I couldn’t clean.
He sat there on the perch in his cage,
His eyes piercing anyone who came near,
His beak reminiscent a dangerous rage,
Now in pain but still inspiring fear.
Sometimes I stood and gazed in wonder,
What they’d done to him...
#sadness
#animals
#memories #nostalgia
#memories #nostalgia
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thinlane
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 8:46pm
5th Feb 2025 8:46pm
The Stillness
In the still of night
She'd take me home
And lay me down
And make sweet love to me
And I recall
Those nights were the best of my life
It seems a thousand years ago
When we were both so happy
With stars in our eyes
And we were over the moon in love
I swear to God that I recall
It was the sweetest time of my life
And we've tried to go back
And reclaim that feeling
But it's never really the same
As when the world was ours alone
Now when the night is still
I wish that I could return to that sweet time
And...
She'd take me home
And lay me down
And make sweet love to me
And I recall
Those nights were the best of my life
It seems a thousand years ago
When we were both so happy
With stars in our eyes
And we were over the moon in love
I swear to God that I recall
It was the sweetest time of my life
And we've tried to go back
And reclaim that feeling
But it's never really the same
As when the world was ours alone
Now when the night is still
I wish that I could return to that sweet time
And...
#aging
#nostalgia
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wallyroo92
Bumped 5th Feb 2025 00:52am
17th Sep 2019 2:51am
17th Sep 2019 2:51am
Time Stand Still
They say time waits for no one and it goes by fast,
Better enjoy the moment because nothing else lasts…
Every single image and experience embedded on my mind,
Is in a decline designed by life to be a distant thought,
Like a faraway memory turning into a reverie,
Drifting like some surreal dream I once had seen but never caught.
It’s then when I suddenly pen longing to relive it again,
As the present slips by without a goodbye in a Rush until…
I realize the days are gone feeling reflective and withdrawn,
Dwelling happy in the moment but...
Better enjoy the moment because nothing else lasts…
Every single image and experience embedded on my mind,
Is in a decline designed by life to be a distant thought,
Like a faraway memory turning into a reverie,
Drifting like some surreal dream I once had seen but never caught.
It’s then when I suddenly pen longing to relive it again,
As the present slips by without a goodbye in a Rush until…
I realize the days are gone feeling reflective and withdrawn,
Dwelling happy in the moment but...
#memories
#aging
#nostalgia
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Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2025 4:48am
3rd Feb 2025 4:48am
17
Where'd you go 17
Living life at the edge
Stuck between kid and adult
Abyss looming as we teeter on the ledge
With the world in our hands
And fire in our eyes
We didn't care about apathy
As long as we got high on Friday night
Our minds spun on donut rides
In a gravel parking lot
Copping beers from the store
Hoping we didn't get caught
Speeding fast with windows down
Wind blowing through our hair
Meeting up with friends in town
Without worry or care
Come back 17
I'm lost in this...
Living life at the edge
Stuck between kid and adult
Abyss looming as we teeter on the ledge
With the world in our hands
And fire in our eyes
We didn't care about apathy
As long as we got high on Friday night
Our minds spun on donut rides
In a gravel parking lot
Copping beers from the store
Hoping we didn't get caught
Speeding fast with windows down
Wind blowing through our hair
Meeting up with friends in town
Without worry or care
Come back 17
I'm lost in this...
#apathy
#bittersweet
#memories
#nostalgia
#regret
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2025 1:13am
3rd Feb 2025 1:13am
they’d be a queue outside
there was a small restaurant in the streets behind
leicester square that did inexpensive hungarian goulash,
which only accepted cash, but then it moved, somewhere just
off tottenham court road, before it closed altogether ..
leicester square that did inexpensive hungarian goulash,
which only accepted cash, but then it moved, somewhere just
off tottenham court road, before it closed altogether ..
#nostalgia
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Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 2:34pm
2nd Feb 2025 2:34pm
Soak up life
Wade into the moonlit sea
Gaze into the infinite cosmos
Bathe in mysterious waters
Fade into the crevices of my dreams
Pace yourself as you walk the garden
Raise those fingers, touch the sky
Lay in sun bleached golden fields
Waste the day taking in life
Lazy days soaking up each other
Hazy memories from long ago
Save our minds betrayed by time
Decay and deceive, so slow
Wave goodbye to the past
Say what needs to be said
Future never comes
Present is here to stay
Gaze into the infinite cosmos
Bathe in mysterious waters
Fade into the crevices of my dreams
Pace yourself as you walk the garden
Raise those fingers, touch the sky
Lay in sun bleached golden fields
Waste the day taking in life
Lazy days soaking up each other
Hazy memories from long ago
Save our minds betrayed by time
Decay and deceive, so slow
Wave goodbye to the past
Say what needs to be said
Future never comes
Present is here to stay
#beauty
#happiness
#love
#memories
#nostalgia
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oldmanG
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 5:15am
2nd Feb 2025 5:15am
Picture
Picture
The photo pulls back the layers of time
In it I’m a stranger I can’t recognize
The form of the figure looks familiar
But the blues eyes now grey seem unrecognizable
Smile on the face is alien to me
All I know now is a scowl and fear
The mop of dirty blond innocence
Now sparse grey populates the surface
Memories rush in to complete the scene
But they won’t stay because memories are fleeting
I don t know why he resembles a younger version
But he does and I can’t complete the...
The photo pulls back the layers of time
In it I’m a stranger I can’t recognize
The form of the figure looks familiar
But the blues eyes now grey seem unrecognizable
Smile on the face is alien to me
All I know now is a scowl and fear
The mop of dirty blond innocence
Now sparse grey populates the surface
Memories rush in to complete the scene
But they won’t stay because memories are fleeting
I don t know why he resembles a younger version
But he does and I can’t complete the...
#aging
#memories
#nostalgia
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 00:19am
2nd Feb 2025 00:19am
you’ve been drinking, she said ..
those magnificent men in their flying
machines was fun, I loved the film, and
the song, but I’ve not heard of
either for a while I settled for monte carlo or bust,
but it was like settling for lennon’s
mind games album over imagine
that! imagine anything you like, but make it magnificent!
imagine it with style! (“I think it’s time for bed .. “)
machines was fun, I loved the film, and
the song, but I’ve not heard of
either for a while I settled for monte carlo or bust,
but it was like settling for lennon’s
mind games album over imagine
that! imagine anything you like, but make it magnificent!
imagine it with style! (“I think it’s time for bed .. “)
#nostalgia
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MySmile
Besma
Besma
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 3:30pm
30th Jan 2025 3:30pm
The Rooted Lofty Tree
She sat there under a rooted lofty tree.. Shading branches and fanning leaves kept her company... The hissing of silence and the reigning of solitude driving her cold at home. She took a step out to let vanish the void that filled her chest. She brooded over herself the one of the past leafing through her memories... "That's the apple of my eye.. The lifeblood of my heart!.." She came to taste beauty.. To touch the very core of delight when He was brought to her life. Burning all the candles of her youth at both sides, extremely weary but profoundly contented. The echoes of giggles...
#aging
#gratitude
#LifeCycle
#motherhood
#nostalgia
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Baldwin
Poem Published
29th Jan 2025 2:56pm
29th Jan 2025 2:56pm
the past
I’ve been
for some time now
no longer rooted in
my current days.
I stride instead
primarily inside
the shadow land
of aching images and  memories
full grounded
in my Oxford
and my Pittsburgh past.
Nostalgia is my company
I walk with ghosts
for some time now
no longer rooted in
my current days.
I stride instead
primarily inside
the shadow land
of aching images and  memories
full grounded
in my Oxford
and my Pittsburgh past.
Nostalgia is my company
I walk with ghosts
#nostalgia
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DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 7:19am
28th Jan 2025 7:19am
My Heart Smiled
I’ve always had a fascination with the automobile. Growing up I loved my Hot Wheels collection above all other toys. Would always look at the stamp on the bottom of the car, so I could learn: make, model, year.
My dad worked on cars for extra money when I was young. He wasn’t a certified mechanic but he knew how to work on them. I even remember he did minor body work, and painted them as well. He pulled engines and transmissions, and other items before taking them off to be crushed.
My favorite car he worked on was a 1968 Mercury Cougar. It was blue and had a...
My dad worked on cars for extra money when I was young. He wasn’t a certified mechanic but he knew how to work on them. I even remember he did minor body work, and painted them as well. He pulled engines and transmissions, and other items before taking them off to be crushed.
My favorite car he worked on was a 1968 Mercury Cougar. It was blue and had a...
#memories
#nostalgia
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 1:34pm
23rd Jan 2025 1:34pm
Spilling Sands
Time echoes aloft,
The hourglass spills,
silver grains falling soft.
Moments slide into the past,
Minutes now forever lost.
The clock ticks,
a heartbeat on the wall.
Gears turn without end,
Hands move forward,
never pausing,
never looking back.
Minutes slip through brass fingers.
Hours drift like whispers in the wind.
Rust creeps in,
but the gears still turn.
Time hums its endless song.
Copyright Malcolm Gladwin
23 January 2025
Spilling Sand © 23 January 2025, Malcolm...
The hourglass spills,
silver grains falling soft.
Moments slide into the past,
Minutes now forever lost.
The clock ticks,
a heartbeat on the wall.
Gears turn without end,
Hands move forward,
never pausing,
never looking back.
Minutes slip through brass fingers.
Hours drift like whispers in the wind.
Rust creeps in,
but the gears still turn.
Time hums its endless song.
Copyright Malcolm Gladwin
23 January 2025
Spilling Sand © 23 January 2025, Malcolm...
#memories
#MovingOn
#nostalgia
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