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.
deadwolf
Poem Published
30th Mar 2024 10:45am
30th Mar 2024 10:45am
Frozen in my cocoon
Late days sky,
Cloudy, and peering through the leaves
Winds, strong, but welcome from the Arizona heat
Wind through the Palo Verdes makes a wall of sounds
Crickets singing,
joining in harmonic convergence in my Desert, that is silently loud
Loneliness pulled from the air, a forever sound never heard
The three snowflakes and a winter leave,
They are wonderful, forming out of nowhere
Cool night blowing,
Sounds of Tucsonan stirrings
Coyote howls, Javelina grunting, picking up olives and fruits
a bat flies low, the sound of wings...
Cloudy, and peering through the leaves
Winds, strong, but welcome from the Arizona heat
Wind through the Palo Verdes makes a wall of sounds
Crickets singing,
joining in harmonic convergence in my Desert, that is silently loud
Loneliness pulled from the air, a forever sound never heard
The three snowflakes and a winter leave,
They are wonderful, forming out of nowhere
Cool night blowing,
Sounds of Tucsonan stirrings
Coyote howls, Javelina grunting, picking up olives and fruits
a bat flies low, the sound of wings...
#winter
#spring
#narrative
#nostalgia
#dawn
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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
54 reads
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
29th Mar 2024 7:23pm
29th Mar 2024 7:23pm
Chocolate Bunnies
To me Easter is very similar to Thanksgiving. Lots of amazing food, desserts and family who I enjoy to be around. I am NOT a religious person at all. My immediate family aren't either. Just like Xmas, there is no true celebration in the deep meaning of what these holidays are about. It's more of a food orgy and welcoming family I don't see to often.
When I was a little kid, the house was decorated with plastic eggs, Easter bunnies, ornate, colorful, flowery decor's (purples, light greens, pink) for spring and other nick-knacks. My mother would try & encourage my...
When I was a little kid, the house was decorated with plastic eggs, Easter bunnies, ornate, colorful, flowery decor's (purples, light greens, pink) for spring and other nick-knacks. My mother would try & encourage my...
#family
#Easter
#food
#memories
#nostalgia
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deadwolf
Poem Published
29th Mar 2024 7:00am
29th Mar 2024 7:00am
Untitled Words
Sittin here on my chair,,, writin
got the tv off
the doors & windows open
listenin to the sound of the birds
the last days of winters breezes
blowin through house and home
it smells an feels good
my good blanket pulled up & comfy
keepin this young old mans bones
warm like a smoldered fire
Jasper layin on the ground
next to me,
chewin on an empty 2 litter bottle I had just finished drinkin
makin me throw it,
he chases it, comes back
lays down & chews some more on it,
As I sit here
with words...
got the tv off
the doors & windows open
listenin to the sound of the birds
the last days of winters breezes
blowin through house and home
it smells an feels good
my good blanket pulled up & comfy
keepin this young old mans bones
warm like a smoldered fire
Jasper layin on the ground
next to me,
chewin on an empty 2 litter bottle I had just finished drinkin
makin me throw it,
he chases it, comes back
lays down & chews some more on it,
As I sit here
with words...
#narrative
#prose
#nostalgia
96 reads
4 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
25th Mar 2024 7:37pm
25th Mar 2024 7:37pm
To Get It On With Her Old College Flame
Abigail stepped out of the bathroom
with only her robe on and watched
her college roommate Helen
sit on the staircase and
acting like wanting
to get it on
with her old
college
flame.
with only her robe on and watched
her college roommate Helen
sit on the staircase and
acting like wanting
to get it on
with her old
college
flame.
#lesbian
#home
#fiction
#nostalgia
#sensual
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BITS
Poem Published
25th Mar 2024 9:42am
25th Mar 2024 9:42am
Spaceboy
Hey you, what are you looking for?
A star struck voyager on his way to Mars?
Hey you, what are you smiling for?
I thought we both were meant to sing the Blues.
And I’ve lost my mind again,
I must have flown far too close to the Sun,
But you were there by my side,
You took the wheels and flew me straight back home.
But Spaceboy you’ve got to go home,
Spaceboy, you’ve got to go on your own,
Spaceboy, you’ve got to go home ,
Time is running out.
I look back now now to the child I was,
Nothing seem to phase me in...
A star struck voyager on his way to Mars?
Hey you, what are you smiling for?
I thought we both were meant to sing the Blues.
And I’ve lost my mind again,
I must have flown far too close to the Sun,
But you were there by my side,
You took the wheels and flew me straight back home.
But Spaceboy you’ve got to go home,
Spaceboy, you’ve got to go on your own,
Spaceboy, you’ve got to go home ,
Time is running out.
I look back now now to the child I was,
Nothing seem to phase me in...
#LifeStruggles
#aging
#nostalgia
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
24th Mar 2024 6:36pm
24th Mar 2024 6:36pm
Well, Stud? How Do You Like My New Bikini?
Spencer
was walking
on the
beach before he bumped
into his old high
school flame Kendall on
that same
beach at that
moment.
was walking
on the
beach before he bumped
into his old high
school flame Kendall on
that same
beach at that
moment.
#romantic
#beach
#fiction
#lover
#nostalgia
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wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2024 2:53am
22nd Mar 2024 2:53am
chicken dinner *
here
it is,
again
too close
to midnight,
i'm awake
and eating
cold potato
slices
that came
with my
chicken dinner
from earlier
in the day
maybe
i should
be
in bed
and dreaming
of more
luxurious
feasts,
but i
was raised
on
fried chicken
and potatoes.
it is,
again
too close
to midnight,
i'm awake
and eating
cold potato
slices
that came
with my
chicken dinner
from earlier
in the day
maybe
i should
be
in bed
and dreaming
of more
luxurious
feasts,
but i
was raised
on
fried chicken
and potatoes.
#family
#food
#memories
#freedom
#nostalgia
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
20th Mar 2024 9:28pm
20th Mar 2024 9:28pm
Melancholy in a Box
Music has always been a means to transport
Like a time machine
It lets us travel to certain phases and places now long gone
It can take us down memory lane
To where the brain may have forgotten specific memories
To where we may long to remember the pleasure
Or re-live the pain
But when the songs are on repeat
They become an endless melancholy in a box
Unable to move forward
Stuck on old wounds
Enjoying the cuts all over again
And whether they’re coming from the old ghetto blaster
Or Walkman
Or Zune
Whatever...
Like a time machine
It lets us travel to certain phases and places now long gone
It can take us down memory lane
To where the brain may have forgotten specific memories
To where we may long to remember the pleasure
Or re-live the pain
But when the songs are on repeat
They become an endless melancholy in a box
Unable to move forward
Stuck on old wounds
Enjoying the cuts all over again
And whether they’re coming from the old ghetto blaster
Or Walkman
Or Zune
Whatever...
#memories
#acceptance
#nostalgia #PersonalGrowth
#nostalgia #PersonalGrowth
88 reads
6 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
19th Mar 2024 00:58am
19th Mar 2024 00:58am
This Is What I Would Like To See Happening
I really do
wish they open the shopping
malls back up like the old days.
wish they open the shopping
malls back up like the old days.
#rebirth
#dialogue
#nostalgia
#nonfiction
#bittersweet
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wallyroo92
Bumped 15th Mar 2024 11:57pm
4th May 2019 4:45pm
4th May 2019 4:45pm
Frank's Green Leather Jacket
I was seventeen in the early nineties,
When I inherited my dad's green leather jacket,
It was straight out of ’79, retro cool and bad like a motherf…
I’m talking about like Shaft cool about to break up a racket.
It gave me the nostalgia of a different time, another era,
Not so much of disco but those of my parent’s early years,
The places they had been, the people they had met,
The stories it could tell if I pressed it against my ears.
Dad had been a semi pro early in his youth,
So he retained that bit of, "I could’ve been" swagger, ...
When I inherited my dad's green leather jacket,
It was straight out of ’79, retro cool and bad like a motherf…
I’m talking about like Shaft cool about to break up a racket.
It gave me the nostalgia of a different time, another era,
Not so much of disco but those of my parent’s early years,
The places they had been, the people they had met,
The stories it could tell if I pressed it against my ears.
Dad had been a semi pro early in his youth,
So he retained that bit of, "I could’ve been" swagger, ...
#memories
#nostalgia
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
14th Mar 2024 9:04pm
14th Mar 2024 9:04pm
You Never Thought We Would Get It On Again... Did You?
Helena was still
sleeping naked on the floor
before a touch from
someone's hand wakes her up and
makes her see her old flame Nash.
sleeping naked on the floor
before a touch from
someone's hand wakes her up and
makes her see her old flame Nash.
#fiction
#lover
#tanka
#nostalgia
#sensual
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