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.
Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 10:52am
22nd Jan 2025 10:52am
The Land Of Childhood Dreams
There is a town far away.
That we can access,night and day.
There lives our childhood hopes and dreams.
That are real,and not on ocean screens.
There is full of memories and laughter.
Where adventure awaits.
Where you never lose the ticket to.
And you get nostalgia filled plates.
They say it goes once you grow up far away.
But you can access it any day.
You can feel the nostalgia.
You can feel the bliss.
Like the emotions you felt gave you a forehead kiss.
There are all your memories and friends. ...
That we can access,night and day.
There lives our childhood hopes and dreams.
That are real,and not on ocean screens.
There is full of memories and laughter.
Where adventure awaits.
Where you never lose the ticket to.
And you get nostalgia filled plates.
They say it goes once you grow up far away.
But you can access it any day.
You can feel the nostalgia.
You can feel the bliss.
Like the emotions you felt gave you a forehead kiss.
There are all your memories and friends. ...
#hope
#memories
#motivational
#nostalgia
#uplifting
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moon_bather
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 3:51am
22nd Jan 2025 3:51am
Regurgitated Rumination
Remember that time
When we were happy?
The noise of the world
Could not stop us
Though they slapped us
With desperate warnings
We wrote them off
As jealous nothings
Together we broke
Molds and habits
At the end of the day
We did not give two shits
Discarded their sayings
Those stark warnings
Discounting every word
to live wholeheartedly
We ignored wisdom
Gave into delirium
To live our life of beauty
To live in hedonism
When we were happy?
The noise of the world
Could not stop us
Though they slapped us
With desperate warnings
We wrote them off
As jealous nothings
Together we broke
Molds and habits
At the end of the day
We did not give two shits
Discarded their sayings
Those stark warnings
Discounting every word
to live wholeheartedly
We ignored wisdom
Gave into delirium
To live our life of beauty
To live in hedonism
#breakup
#memories
#misunderstood
#nostalgia
#separation
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buddhakitty
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 4:45am
21st Jan 2025 4:45am
who were we fooling
all those times that
went before us when
we were as young as
a new spring rising
going downtown on
a Friday or Saturday
shopping for clothes,
records, having lunch
laughing too loud
cursing too much
asking to bum a
smoke from a friend
sneaking a six pack
we were unafraid,
immortal and forver
beautiful like an oil
painting by Vermeer
believing we knew
the world better than ...
went before us when
we were as young as
a new spring rising
going downtown on
a Friday or Saturday
shopping for clothes,
records, having lunch
laughing too loud
cursing too much
asking to bum a
smoke from a friend
sneaking a six pack
we were unafraid,
immortal and forver
beautiful like an oil
painting by Vermeer
believing we knew
the world better than ...
#bittersweet
#nostalgia
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G3r0
TetsuUmi
TetsuUmi
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 4:54am
17th Jan 2025 4:54am
Reverse Phoenix (Eagles burn slow)
Don’t shield your eyes now
The art has just begun to spread
The sirens are loud, and the colors are bright
The warmth that you tried to extinguish lives.
Don’t shield your eyes,
Don’t shield them now.
Look at the ashes that dance in the air,
Look at our smiles,
Puke at our freedoms
While we’re drunk off your despair.
Don’t close your eyes,
Your pain is my drug.
I want to feel intoxicated again.
Feed me your lies,...
The art has just begun to spread
The sirens are loud, and the colors are bright
The warmth that you tried to extinguish lives.
Don’t shield your eyes,
Don’t shield them now.
Look at the ashes that dance in the air,
Look at our smiles,
Puke at our freedoms
While we’re drunk off your despair.
Don’t close your eyes,
Your pain is my drug.
I want to feel intoxicated again.
Feed me your lies,...
#metaphor
#nostalgia
#StreamOfConsciousness #symbolism
#StreamOfConsciousness #symbolism
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 10:56am
14th Jan 2025 10:56am
NYC 1963
The studio on 4th Street was the place they needed to be
Hope & determination was in their minds, that they can change society
They were considered the outcasts outside of their community
Songs being created in Greenwich Village that weren't so rare
Strings being strummed by poets, ideas to influence others
It began with Woodie Guthrie and exploded with Bob Dylan
In the evening, the beatniks and the long haired girls came too
Coffee shops heard their words
And when the next day came they took action
The blue collared army
Their eyes &...
Hope & determination was in their minds, that they can change society
They were considered the outcasts outside of their community
Songs being created in Greenwich Village that weren't so rare
Strings being strummed by poets, ideas to influence others
It began with Woodie Guthrie and exploded with Bob Dylan
In the evening, the beatniks and the long haired girls came too
Coffee shops heard their words
And when the next day came they took action
The blue collared army
Their eyes &...
#city
#music
#nonfiction
#nostalgia
#PopCulture
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buddhakitty
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 3:54pm
11th Jan 2025 3:54pm
3.14
do you like pie?
do you remember the
last time you had a
great slice of pie
or,
where you had that
great slice of pie
like in some art deco,
silver streak train
car diner
the one with the
stools that spun
sitting in front of
the counter
the diner with a Tuesday
night blue plate special
a diner where lonely
old men would eat,
men so old that the space
between one heart beat
and the next...
do you remember the
last time you had a
great slice of pie
or,
where you had that
great slice of pie
like in some art deco,
silver streak train
car diner
the one with the
stools that spun
sitting in front of
the counter
the diner with a Tuesday
night blue plate special
a diner where lonely
old men would eat,
men so old that the space
between one heart beat
and the next...
#nostalgia
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10 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 4:45am
10th Jan 2025 4:45am
when I was eight
my father courage started at
the neck of a bottle of vodka
and finished in its puck
I learned early in life that
what an alcohol fears most
is an empty well
he always said to me,
"Remember, you don't
have friends, only acquaintances.
you can't ever trust anyone."
RIGHT...
so I stopped trusting him
and life, although full of bullshit,
at times, has offered me enough
flowers to reap a garden or two
take that you drunken...
the neck of a bottle of vodka
and finished in its puck
I learned early in life that
what an alcohol fears most
is an empty well
he always said to me,
"Remember, you don't
have friends, only acquaintances.
you can't ever trust anyone."
RIGHT...
so I stopped trusting him
and life, although full of bullshit,
at times, has offered me enough
flowers to reap a garden or two
take that you drunken...
#childhood
#nostalgia
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Baredsoul
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 4:23am
8th Jan 2025 4:23am
Time
She’s an elusive mistress
You can never find her
She runs away from you so very fast
leaving you looking ahead only to find you wish you could go back
Pain and joy intertwined like silk threads
Flittering and flashing randomly
You’re left wanting more
She’ll never give it to you
Your dance with her is brief
Savour it.
Time
You can never find her
She runs away from you so very fast
leaving you looking ahead only to find you wish you could go back
Pain and joy intertwined like silk threads
Flittering and flashing randomly
You’re left wanting more
She’ll never give it to you
Your dance with her is brief
Savour it.
Time
#LifeCycle
#nostalgia
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1 Comment
Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 10:46am
5th Jan 2025 10:46am
Letter To You
I am writing a letter today.
For a person I used to know by name.
I am writing to see if you are well.
I hope I find you happy,swell.
Let me write this letter in ink.
I'll stamp it and begin to think.
Maybe this letter will find you one day.
Years later,on a sunny day.
Maybe you will read my cursive and smile.
And remember our memories,that lasted a while.
I'm gonna add in cursive ink.
I'll stamp it in a blink.
I'll add in all my love and appreciation.
For our friendship,a whole another nation.
For...
For a person I used to know by name.
I am writing to see if you are well.
I hope I find you happy,swell.
Let me write this letter in ink.
I'll stamp it and begin to think.
Maybe this letter will find you one day.
Years later,on a sunny day.
Maybe you will read my cursive and smile.
And remember our memories,that lasted a while.
I'm gonna add in cursive ink.
I'll stamp it in a blink.
I'll add in all my love and appreciation.
For our friendship,a whole another nation.
For...
#happiness
#memorial
#nostalgia
#sadness
#uplifting
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 10:49am
2nd Jan 2025 10:49am
Beach Memories
It was a hot,summer day.
Sun shining,problems at bay.
There was sounds of laughter.
The way the sun felt on my skin.
And I forget all problems I've been.
There were kids digging holes.
Sandcastle contests,people pose for pictures.
To keep as a memory of today.
This sunny,warm summer day.
I wore a swimsuit in blue.
I sunbathed,a red hue.
I were under some shade with a book.
And I would take a look at the water.
The sand,next to my father.
I remember when I was a kid.
And I would go to the...
Sun shining,problems at bay.
There was sounds of laughter.
The way the sun felt on my skin.
And I forget all problems I've been.
There were kids digging holes.
Sandcastle contests,people pose for pictures.
To keep as a memory of today.
This sunny,warm summer day.
I wore a swimsuit in blue.
I sunbathed,a red hue.
I were under some shade with a book.
And I would take a look at the water.
The sand,next to my father.
I remember when I was a kid.
And I would go to the...
#beach
#happiness
#memories
#nostalgia
#sadness
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
29th Dec 2024 00:43am
29th Dec 2024 00:43am
memories
you didn’t call.”
sorry, I thought you’d be out.
“sorry?
this isn’t the nineteen seventies,
you’ve got a phone in
your pocket.”
and a head somewhere else ..
sorry, I thought you’d be out.
“sorry?
this isn’t the nineteen seventies,
you’ve got a phone in
your pocket.”
and a head somewhere else ..
#nostalgia
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Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
27th Dec 2024 4:24am
27th Dec 2024 4:24am
Bring you back home
Dreamed 'bout you last night
Beauty bowed at your feet
Angels looked at you with envy
God's masterpiece personified
We had time on our side
Living free without a care
No future to think and plan for
No burdens to bare
I held you in the cool autumn nights
Sitting in the back of my truck
Wondering what I did
To deserve such luck
We danced through golden fields
Barefoot we waded in the creek
Both waiting for the other
To say how we truly felt
But time betrayed us ...
Beauty bowed at your feet
Angels looked at you with envy
God's masterpiece personified
We had time on our side
Living free without a care
No future to think and plan for
No burdens to bare
I held you in the cool autumn nights
Sitting in the back of my truck
Wondering what I did
To deserve such luck
We danced through golden fields
Barefoot we waded in the creek
Both waiting for the other
To say how we truly felt
But time betrayed us ...
#bittersweet
#heartbroken
#memories
#nostalgia
#sadness
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2 Comments
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