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.
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
31st Mar 2025 1:38am
31st Mar 2025 1:38am
That Was Then. This Is Now.
At first, nobody liked Betty.
She was nothing more than a nerd.
But that was high school.
We saw her at Roger's bachelor party.
She looked so hot in that dress.
She was nothing more than a nerd.
But that was high school.
We saw her at Roger's bachelor party.
She looked so hot in that dress.
#beauty
#fiction
#nostalgia
#school
#seductive
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
27th Mar 2025 5:27am
27th Mar 2025 5:27am
Where do we go from here?
and where do we go from here?
How do we live past the drought?
Will we be able to forgive or forget?
When the light is about to give out
How will we rise after the fall?
Can we spring back on our feet?
Will summer be a distant memory
When winter slows the heartbeat
Will time heal those old wounds?
As tired eyes lose sight but gain vision
Will we grieve for those wasted days?
For naïve youth and mere indecisions
Will we still be able to hear the music?
Just as we did “back in the day”
If we don’t know where...
How do we live past the drought?
Will we be able to forgive or forget?
When the light is about to give out
How will we rise after the fall?
Can we spring back on our feet?
Will summer be a distant memory
When winter slows the heartbeat
Will time heal those old wounds?
As tired eyes lose sight but gain vision
Will we grieve for those wasted days?
For naïve youth and mere indecisions
Will we still be able to hear the music?
Just as we did “back in the day”
If we don’t know where...
#aging
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#nostalgia #WritingPoetry
#nostalgia #WritingPoetry
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nightbirdblue
Poem Published
25th Mar 2025 10:23pm
25th Mar 2025 10:23pm
Goodbye DUP
It’s been almost 8 years since I joined DU.
It’s been almost 8 years since I left my abusive ex-husband.
I had been living with him for 8 years before finding this site.
Finding DU was finding my voice, a voice that had been silenced for so long. I was being tortured, suffering, suicidal, and on the verge of relapsing with self-harm.
The community here saw my pain bleeding onto the page, and you came to support and uplift me. More than that, you all saw my potential, and encouraged me to overcome great feats.
There will never be another...
It’s been almost 8 years since I left my abusive ex-husband.
I had been living with him for 8 years before finding this site.
Finding DU was finding my voice, a voice that had been silenced for so long. I was being tortured, suffering, suicidal, and on the verge of relapsing with self-harm.
The community here saw my pain bleeding onto the page, and you came to support and uplift me. More than that, you all saw my potential, and encouraged me to overcome great feats.
There will never be another...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#FeelingLost
#grief
#identity
#nostalgia
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
21st Mar 2025 5:00am
21st Mar 2025 5:00am
The Nostalgic Nightingale
Perched on a withering branch
The nightingale sings a melancholic song
With a voice that remembers the past
Like echoes of spring from long, long ago
As the wind stirs amidst the trees
The nightingale sings a despondent tune
A winged memory of open blue skies
Now painted with a little more gloom…
But at night the nightingale sits in silence
Warm in the nest looking up at the stars
While the wind whispers amidst the trees
And leaves fall gently on the ground
The little bird reminisces of times
Of days lived and laughed and gone ...
The nightingale sings a melancholic song
With a voice that remembers the past
Like echoes of spring from long, long ago
As the wind stirs amidst the trees
The nightingale sings a despondent tune
A winged memory of open blue skies
Now painted with a little more gloom…
But at night the nightingale sits in silence
Warm in the nest looking up at the stars
While the wind whispers amidst the trees
And leaves fall gently on the ground
The little bird reminisces of times
Of days lived and laughed and gone ...
#birds
#memories
#nostalgia #TimeHeals
#nostalgia #TimeHeals
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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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Whackytraveler
Poem Published
15th Mar 2025 1:49pm
15th Mar 2025 1:49pm
Old photo
The wrinkled page, a photo
Taken long ago
The years had gone by in a flash
Frozen in time
I was a dime
Young and divine
The sun was shining
The sea moved
With the breeze
Happy and free
You were with me
Taken long ago
The years had gone by in a flash
Frozen in time
I was a dime
Young and divine
The sun was shining
The sea moved
With the breeze
Happy and free
You were with me
#aging
#nostalgia
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Pishashee
Poem Published
15th Mar 2025 5:48am
15th Mar 2025 5:48am
14 years in the business
They come to my door,
warning me about shadows
walking among us,
They, homeless
innthe hood.
They want drugs
I suppose
Secretly,
They like meth,
They like crack,
anything that will make them
feel good again.
No body doing
no yard work today.
They walk up the block,
because they're not really
going anywhere.
Sometimes,
they live respectful lives.
warning me about shadows
walking among us,
They, homeless
innthe hood.
They want drugs
I suppose
Secretly,
They like meth,
They like crack,
anything that will make them
feel good again.
No body doing
no yard work today.
They walk up the block,
because they're not really
going anywhere.
Sometimes,
they live respectful lives.
#consumerism
#fate
#marijuana
#money
#nostalgia
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Hatful-of-Hollow
Poem Published
13th Mar 2025 2:20pm
13th Mar 2025 2:20pm
Without Music the World Dies
Each Auld Lang Sin
drinking to the absent,
one day, my dears,
your glasses will be empty
An urn awaiting our turn
may the ashes lie as stubble
on the statues of great people
Strumming until the drumming
became the faint rhythm of dying dreams,
emotional air-raids exhausted our hearts
until, finally, someone shot our plane from the sky
drinking to the absent,
one day, my dears,
your glasses will be empty
An urn awaiting our turn
may the ashes lie as stubble
on the statues of great people
Strumming until the drumming
became the faint rhythm of dying dreams,
emotional air-raids exhausted our hearts
until, finally, someone shot our plane from the sky
#death
#hope
#music #nostalgia
#music #nostalgia
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 11:40pm
5th Mar 2025 11:40pm
My Nudist Dream
Had a dream this morning about a sexy, thin girl who committed suicide over some high school drama and then in her ghostly form, just went full on nude. I remember vividly her swimming through this big ass lake. It was...somewhere. Couldn't explain where. Couldn't explain the buildings around her. I remember her driving in her old car everywhere. I remember her simply exploring the Earth without restrictions.
Then, somehow, the blonde girl turned into Diana, a dark chocolate haired girl. My character in my series. And Darryl and Diana were having fun adventures traveling...
Then, somehow, the blonde girl turned into Diana, a dark chocolate haired girl. My character in my series. And Darryl and Diana were having fun adventures traveling...
#nostalgia
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Pishashee
Poem Published
27th Feb 2025 9:08pm
27th Feb 2025 9:08pm
Illusion of Dreams
When my country
landed on the moon,
it was of no
practical value to me.
So young a female
centered on stage
for a different dismantling.
landed on the moon,
it was of no
practical value to me.
So young a female
centered on stage
for a different dismantling.
#hell
#nostalgia
#responsibility
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2025 10:53am
22nd Feb 2025 10:53am
My Doll
There is a comfort I once used to seek.
From a time I wasn't even able to speak.
It was a doll with beady eyes,her dress pink.
I still remember her black,beady eyes.
And the loads of playing,fantasize.
It had the silkiest,blonde hair.
And her makeup was very fair.
When I was little,I held dear.
And my intentions,attachement towards it was clear.
I still remember the day I received it for my birthday.
My eyes lit up in surprise.
I named her Annabelle,for her beady eyes.
The years passed,and the days went by. ...
From a time I wasn't even able to speak.
It was a doll with beady eyes,her dress pink.
I still remember her black,beady eyes.
And the loads of playing,fantasize.
It had the silkiest,blonde hair.
And her makeup was very fair.
When I was little,I held dear.
And my intentions,attachement towards it was clear.
I still remember the day I received it for my birthday.
My eyes lit up in surprise.
I named her Annabelle,for her beady eyes.
The years passed,and the days went by. ...
#hope
#memories
#nostalgia #uplifting
#nostalgia #uplifting
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Johnny_Silver
Poem Published
21st Feb 2025 10:55pm
21st Feb 2025 10:55pm
Tattered Corners
I've got a picture of a girl I missed
It's from that time when we first kissed
It was like a dream, yet like sunrise
Our goodnights, our goodbyes
All part of our demise
I lost the letter that she once wrote
I used to carry it around for hope
It asked me if I wanted a lunch date
Our goodbyes, our fate
Too little, too late
Here comes another cliché, pho-
-tograph, memory of times long passed
Edges torn and tattered corners
All battered by ti-i-ime
I've got a Polaroid of our prom
That time I thought you...
It's from that time when we first kissed
It was like a dream, yet like sunrise
Our goodnights, our goodbyes
All part of our demise
I lost the letter that she once wrote
I used to carry it around for hope
It asked me if I wanted a lunch date
Our goodbyes, our fate
Too little, too late
Here comes another cliché, pho-
-tograph, memory of times long passed
Edges torn and tattered corners
All battered by ti-i-ime
I've got a Polaroid of our prom
That time I thought you...
#love
#memories
#nostalgia #sadness
#nostalgia #sadness
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