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.
MalcolmG
Poem Published
5th Dec 2024 10:09pm
5th Dec 2024 10:09pm
Eclipsed by Time - Tanka
Falling leaves whisper,
echoes of what once had been,
a fleeting embrace,
life’s sorrow, infinite tides,
softly drown the light of youth
echoes of what once had been,
a fleeting embrace,
life’s sorrow, infinite tides,
softly drown the light of youth
#LifeCycle
#memories
#nostalgia #sadness
#nostalgia #sadness
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SeaCat
Poem Published
1st Dec 2024 9:04pm
1st Dec 2024 9:04pm
Mid six week summer break
I wake, early,
to the dawn chorus coda, an oriole calling as a flute,
while I lay on my pillow,
an ivory mountain.
It’s August, middle of the six week schooling break,
and the day’s horizon shimmer beckons with sweet breath.
I follow the stream, where Kingfishers glide,
and dragonflies ply the sparkling water lanes.
to the dawn chorus coda, an oriole calling as a flute,
while I lay on my pillow,
an ivory mountain.
It’s August, middle of the six week schooling break,
and the day’s horizon shimmer beckons with sweet breath.
I follow the stream, where Kingfishers glide,
and dragonflies ply the sparkling water lanes.
#memories
#nostalgia
#school #summer
#school #summer
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Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
28th Nov 2024 3:30pm
28th Nov 2024 3:30pm
Relic
Dying breed
Era long bygone
Banter
Acceptable discourse
Long before
Politically correct
Woke mind virus
Strangulated
Carefree
Times relatable
Sage rosemary thyme
Beaches golden
Era long bygone
Banter
Acceptable discourse
Long before
Politically correct
Woke mind virus
Strangulated
Carefree
Times relatable
Sage rosemary thyme
Beaches golden
#nostalgia
#SelfReflection
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backdeckbenny
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 10:03am
26th Nov 2024 10:03am
Kids
Our ancient wooden coffee table has bite marks on every edge.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
The carpet, expensive all those years ago,is now worn and stained in many places.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
The walls and doors
have all got dings in them from someone.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
Now the home is empty and every piece of it tells a story.
I never saw the little buggers leave, but they did.
The carpet, expensive all those years ago,is now worn and stained in many places.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
The walls and doors
have all got dings in them from someone.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
Now the home is empty and every piece of it tells a story.
I never saw the little buggers leave, but they did.
#aging
#fatherhood
#marriage
#motherhood
#nostalgia
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moon_bather
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 2:33am
26th Nov 2024 2:33am
The Zero
Sacajawea
You loved me
I felt nothing
All the same
Got a goddamn
Empty pile
of nothing
I respect the heroes
Who added up
To zeros
Yet they got
More to say
Than your
Worst enemy
In spite of me
You loved me
I felt nothing
All the same
But goddamn
I am
An empty pile
Of nothing
I feel respect
Yet frustration
For the heroes
Whom they called
Zeroes
My ultimate heroes
All the same
Nothing.
You loved me
I felt nothing
All the same
Got a goddamn
Empty pile
of nothing
I respect the heroes
Who added up
To zeros
Yet they got
More to say
Than your
Worst enemy
In spite of me
You loved me
I felt nothing
All the same
But goddamn
I am
An empty pile
Of nothing
I feel respect
Yet frustration
For the heroes
Whom they called
Zeroes
My ultimate heroes
All the same
Nothing.
#curse
#MyInspiration
#nostalgia
#passion
#redemption
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 7:33pm
25th Nov 2024 7:33pm
Suburbian Life in America
A normal Monday morning in America, circa 1960's
Mom's in the kitchen
Dad goes to work
Kid goes to school
A normal Monday morning in America, circa 1990's
Mom juggling three jobs
Dad's in jail
Kid comes out of the closet
A normal Monday morning in America, circa 2020's
Mom suffers from PTSD and can't work
Dad is a full time college student and can't work
Kid is allergic to life and anything outside of the bedroom and can't go to school
Mom's in the kitchen
Dad goes to work
Kid goes to school
A normal Monday morning in America, circa 1990's
Mom juggling three jobs
Dad's in jail
Kid comes out of the closet
A normal Monday morning in America, circa 2020's
Mom suffers from PTSD and can't work
Dad is a full time college student and can't work
Kid is allergic to life and anything outside of the bedroom and can't go to school
#culture
#family
#nostalgia #tradition
#nostalgia #tradition
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SeaCat
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 11:51pm
19th Nov 2024 11:51pm
Alien
It’s a seed sprouting,
a cold plant, spreading like a misty
forget-me-not.
When the familiar becomes thin, veiled
without colour or substance.
Far-off, disconnected,
as if I had been transported, between
blinks, to a pale Andromedean planet
with unfathomable languages and unrecognisable shapes.
The grass is green, but
not. The sky is blue, but not. The sun shines hot
but with a stony face.
Everything orbits a glowing abyss ,
and distant events and...
a cold plant, spreading like a misty
forget-me-not.
When the familiar becomes thin, veiled
without colour or substance.
Far-off, disconnected,
as if I had been transported, between
blinks, to a pale Andromedean planet
with unfathomable languages and unrecognisable shapes.
The grass is green, but
not. The sky is blue, but not. The sun shines hot
but with a stony face.
Everything orbits a glowing abyss ,
and distant events and...
#bittersweet
#memories
#nostalgia #separation
#nostalgia #separation
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6 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 00:10am
18th Nov 2024 00:10am
60’s
when I was a child, grown ups
were men in overcoats and trilbys,
and women wore plastic macs,
and our older brothers and sisters
were all hippies,
but I dare say there’s no going back
were men in overcoats and trilbys,
and women wore plastic macs,
and our older brothers and sisters
were all hippies,
but I dare say there’s no going back
#nostalgia
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
28th Oct 2024 9:52pm
28th Oct 2024 9:52pm
Retiring Minds
Trump's a freak for speed, like his Nazi muse,
and mien apples plummet close to the plan
whereby injustice lights a public fuse
to stroke the puny ego of a man
willing to extinguish millions of lives
in the service of nostalgic notions
cherry picked from the dubious archives
of baby-boom perma-fry devotions
who wouldn't trust people over thirty
when they were protesting a war
the establishment made down and dirty
like a coked-up big business Wall Street whore.
The decades didn't alter morality
as much as...
and mien apples plummet close to the plan
whereby injustice lights a public fuse
to stroke the puny ego of a man
willing to extinguish millions of lives
in the service of nostalgic notions
cherry picked from the dubious archives
of baby-boom perma-fry devotions
who wouldn't trust people over thirty
when they were protesting a war
the establishment made down and dirty
like a coked-up big business Wall Street whore.
The decades didn't alter morality
as much as...
#aging
#LifeCycle
#nostalgia #vanity
#nostalgia #vanity
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
24th Oct 2024 00:39am
24th Oct 2024 00:39am
Francis Durbridge, writer, was always how he looks
always been fond of paul temple, fictional author and amateur
detective on the radio of the what, 1950s?
entitled, middle class, well off, but with contacts in the underworld;
he’s replayed occasionally on radio 4 extra
and you can, should you want, still get hold of the books
detective on the radio of the what, 1950s?
entitled, middle class, well off, but with contacts in the underworld;
he’s replayed occasionally on radio 4 extra
and you can, should you want, still get hold of the books
#nostalgia
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oldmanG
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2024 5:30am
23rd Oct 2024 5:30am
I Can’t Remember
I Can’t remember
Can’t remember
Walk in a room what for
I don’t know as the day begins anew
Can’t remember when I started to forget
Cobwebs on my brain
Try to brush them off
I can’t remember
Say to myself check it out
Get on my phone to look it up
Who am I why am I here
Can’t remember when
And I’ve got cobwebs on the cranium
I can’t remember when I
Started to forget
Blank pages in my mind
Sit and stew but the key is simple
Think about something else ...
Can’t remember
Walk in a room what for
I don’t know as the day begins anew
Can’t remember when I started to forget
Cobwebs on my brain
Try to brush them off
I can’t remember
Say to myself check it out
Get on my phone to look it up
Who am I why am I here
Can’t remember when
And I’ve got cobwebs on the cranium
I can’t remember when I
Started to forget
Blank pages in my mind
Sit and stew but the key is simple
Think about something else ...
#aging
#memories
#nostalgia #patience
#nostalgia #patience
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moon_bather
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2024 3:45am
22nd Oct 2024 3:45am
Blah
We had our fun
We had good times
Something, I suppose
To call a good life
Together we climbed mountains
And strolled along the shore
Living and loving fully
Until it was no more
We had good times
Something, I suppose
To call a good life
Together we climbed mountains
And strolled along the shore
Living and loving fully
Until it was no more
#breakup
#lover
#nostalgia
#relationships
#separation
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