Poems About Nostalgia Published by Members Recently Online
#nostalgia
Stuart's Voice
Stuart's voice sounds like a garbage disposal;
like metal grinding metal.
Razor blades perhaps.
Decades ago,
when we were a couple,
Stuart's voice was carbonated lemon juice
a trace of sweetness,
sour in a fun way.
Now his strained vocalizations cut my ears.
I'm glad.
I'm glad because I wouldn't want to hear that voice every day.
I'm glad because now I don't want to be with him.
It would have been complicated,
his beautiful wife not going anywhere.
Stuart takes more and more vacations alone.
The more I...
like metal grinding metal.
Razor blades perhaps.
Decades ago,
when we were a couple,
Stuart's voice was carbonated lemon juice
a trace of sweetness,
sour in a fun way.
Now his strained vocalizations cut my ears.
I'm glad.
I'm glad because I wouldn't want to hear that voice every day.
I'm glad because now I don't want to be with him.
It would have been complicated,
his beautiful wife not going anywhere.
Stuart takes more and more vacations alone.
The more I...
#love
#relationships
#friendship #nostalgia
#friendship #nostalgia
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6 Comments
Stuart's Voice
Stuart's voice sounds like a garbage disposal;
like metal grinding metal.
Razor blades perhaps.
Decades ago,
when we were a couple,
Stuart's voice was carbonated lemon juice
a trace of sweetness,
sour in a fun way.
Now his strained vocalizations cut my ears.
I'm glad.
I'm glad because I wouldn't want to hear that voice every day.
I'm glad because now I don't want to be with him.
It would have been complicated,
his beautiful wife not going anywhere.
Stuart takes more and more vacations alone.
The more I...
like metal grinding metal.
Razor blades perhaps.
Decades ago,
when we were a couple,
Stuart's voice was carbonated lemon juice
a trace of sweetness,
sour in a fun way.
Now his strained vocalizations cut my ears.
I'm glad.
I'm glad because I wouldn't want to hear that voice every day.
I'm glad because now I don't want to be with him.
It would have been complicated,
his beautiful wife not going anywhere.
Stuart takes more and more vacations alone.
The more I...
#love
#relationships
#friendship #nostalgia
#friendship #nostalgia
118 reads
6 Comments
Stuart's Voice
Stuart's voice sounds like a garbage disposal;
like metal grinding metal.
Razor blades perhaps.
Decades ago,
when we were a couple,
Stuart's voice was carbonated lemon juice
a trace of sweetness,
sour in a fun way.
Now his strained vocalizations cut my ears.
I'm glad.
I'm glad because I wouldn't want to hear that voice every day.
I'm glad because now I don't want to be with him.
It would have been complicated,
his beautiful wife not going anywhere.
Stuart takes more and more vacations alone.
The more I...
like metal grinding metal.
Razor blades perhaps.
Decades ago,
when we were a couple,
Stuart's voice was carbonated lemon juice
a trace of sweetness,
sour in a fun way.
Now his strained vocalizations cut my ears.
I'm glad.
I'm glad because I wouldn't want to hear that voice every day.
I'm glad because now I don't want to be with him.
It would have been complicated,
his beautiful wife not going anywhere.
Stuart takes more and more vacations alone.
The more I...
#love
#relationships
#friendship #nostalgia
#friendship #nostalgia
118 reads
6 Comments
Stuart's Voice
Stuart's voice sounds like a garbage disposal;
like metal grinding metal.
Razor blades perhaps.
Decades ago,
when we were a couple,
Stuart's voice was carbonated lemon juice
a trace of sweetness,
sour in a fun way.
Now his strained vocalizations cut my ears.
I'm glad.
I'm glad because I wouldn't want to hear that voice every day.
I'm glad because now I don't want to be with him.
It would have been complicated,
his beautiful wife not going anywhere.
Stuart takes more and more vacations alone.
The more I...
like metal grinding metal.
Razor blades perhaps.
Decades ago,
when we were a couple,
Stuart's voice was carbonated lemon juice
a trace of sweetness,
sour in a fun way.
Now his strained vocalizations cut my ears.
I'm glad.
I'm glad because I wouldn't want to hear that voice every day.
I'm glad because now I don't want to be with him.
It would have been complicated,
his beautiful wife not going anywhere.
Stuart takes more and more vacations alone.
The more I...
#love
#relationships
#friendship #nostalgia
#friendship #nostalgia
118 reads
6 Comments
Dear Diary: Summer 1979
A bicycle ride in heady air
coaster brakes and screeching tires.
A variety store's tall shelves stocked
with household needs next to the liquor aisle.
Sugary treats cost pocket change,
the old man behind the counters glassy eyes
say, 'Is that all you're buying?'
Star Wars cards and giant gum wads,
lip-chilling popsicle sticks and hoodsie cups.
A superhot car with butt-burning vinyl seats,
clothes swaying on a line, stiff and wind-starched
Mom's cooking dinner on the stove, no microwave,
Dad's plate goes in the warm oven. ...
coaster brakes and screeching tires.
A variety store's tall shelves stocked
with household needs next to the liquor aisle.
Sugary treats cost pocket change,
the old man behind the counters glassy eyes
say, 'Is that all you're buying?'
Star Wars cards and giant gum wads,
lip-chilling popsicle sticks and hoodsie cups.
A superhot car with butt-burning vinyl seats,
clothes swaying on a line, stiff and wind-starched
Mom's cooking dinner on the stove, no microwave,
Dad's plate goes in the warm oven. ...
#childhood
#memories
#nostalgia #NaPoWriMo2022
#nostalgia #NaPoWriMo2022
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Dear Diary: Summer 1979
A bicycle ride in heady air
coaster brakes and screeching tires.
A variety store's tall shelves stocked
with household needs next to the liquor aisle.
Sugary treats cost pocket change,
the old man behind the counters glassy eyes
say, 'Is that all you're buying?'
Star Wars cards and giant gum wads,
lip-chilling popsicle sticks and hoodsie cups.
A superhot car with butt-burning vinyl seats,
clothes swaying on a line, stiff and wind-starched
Mom's cooking dinner on the stove, no microwave,
Dad's plate goes in the warm oven. ...
coaster brakes and screeching tires.
A variety store's tall shelves stocked
with household needs next to the liquor aisle.
Sugary treats cost pocket change,
the old man behind the counters glassy eyes
say, 'Is that all you're buying?'
Star Wars cards and giant gum wads,
lip-chilling popsicle sticks and hoodsie cups.
A superhot car with butt-burning vinyl seats,
clothes swaying on a line, stiff and wind-starched
Mom's cooking dinner on the stove, no microwave,
Dad's plate goes in the warm oven. ...
#childhood
#memories
#nostalgia #NaPoWriMo2022
#nostalgia #NaPoWriMo2022
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15 Comments
Dear Diary: Summer 1979
A bicycle ride in heady air
coaster brakes and screeching tires.
A variety store's tall shelves stocked
with household needs next to the liquor aisle.
Sugary treats cost pocket change,
the old man behind the counters glassy eyes
say, 'Is that all you're buying?'
Star Wars cards and giant gum wads,
lip-chilling popsicle sticks and hoodsie cups.
A superhot car with butt-burning vinyl seats,
clothes swaying on a line, stiff and wind-starched
Mom's cooking dinner on the stove, no microwave,
Dad's plate goes in the warm oven. ...
coaster brakes and screeching tires.
A variety store's tall shelves stocked
with household needs next to the liquor aisle.
Sugary treats cost pocket change,
the old man behind the counters glassy eyes
say, 'Is that all you're buying?'
Star Wars cards and giant gum wads,
lip-chilling popsicle sticks and hoodsie cups.
A superhot car with butt-burning vinyl seats,
clothes swaying on a line, stiff and wind-starched
Mom's cooking dinner on the stove, no microwave,
Dad's plate goes in the warm oven. ...
#childhood
#memories
#nostalgia #NaPoWriMo2022
#nostalgia #NaPoWriMo2022
342 reads
15 Comments
Dear Diary: Summer 1979
A bicycle ride in heady air
coaster brakes and screeching tires.
A variety store's tall shelves stocked
with household needs next to the liquor aisle.
Sugary treats cost pocket change,
the old man behind the counters glassy eyes
say, 'Is that all you're buying?'
Star Wars cards and giant gum wads,
lip-chilling popsicle sticks and hoodsie cups.
A superhot car with butt-burning vinyl seats,
clothes swaying on a line, stiff and wind-starched
Mom's cooking dinner on the stove, no microwave,
Dad's plate goes in the warm oven. ...
coaster brakes and screeching tires.
A variety store's tall shelves stocked
with household needs next to the liquor aisle.
Sugary treats cost pocket change,
the old man behind the counters glassy eyes
say, 'Is that all you're buying?'
Star Wars cards and giant gum wads,
lip-chilling popsicle sticks and hoodsie cups.
A superhot car with butt-burning vinyl seats,
clothes swaying on a line, stiff and wind-starched
Mom's cooking dinner on the stove, no microwave,
Dad's plate goes in the warm oven. ...
#childhood
#memories
#nostalgia #NaPoWriMo2022
#nostalgia #NaPoWriMo2022
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some sarcasm
the way it used
to be
neighbor helping
neighbor
treating others
how you would
want to be treated
a friend in need is
a friend indeed
be thou thy brothers
keeper
...how folksy
...how charming
...how old fashioned
the fools
those simple old
fools
what DID they
know, anyway
...non nobis solum
nati sumus
to be
neighbor helping
neighbor
treating others
how you would
want to be treated
a friend in need is
a friend indeed
be thou thy brothers
keeper
...how folksy
...how charming
...how old fashioned
the fools
those simple old
fools
what DID they
know, anyway
...non nobis solum
nati sumus
#nostalgia
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That Moment
After that first date the only real date
She danced for me and seduced me
When I was happy with promises of more
It was Magikal and such and after more love ...
Later she said it was the way I let her have me
and how I held her after ...
that she loved ... and cherished
I of course was awed by her loveliness and simply did not wish to let her go ...
It was true love and a first for both ...
So of course it was Magik ...
And of course the only such night as such ...
It Still...
She danced for me and seduced me
When I was happy with promises of more
It was Magikal and such and after more love ...
Later she said it was the way I let her have me
and how I held her after ...
that she loved ... and cherished
I of course was awed by her loveliness and simply did not wish to let her go ...
It was true love and a first for both ...
So of course it was Magik ...
And of course the only such night as such ...
It Still...
#TruthOfLife
#nostalgia
#FirstLove
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4 Comments
That Moment
After that first date the only real date
She danced for me and seduced me
When I was happy with promises of more
It was Magikal and such and after more love ...
Later she said it was the way I let her have me
and how I held her after ...
that she loved ... and cherished
I of course was awed by her loveliness and simply did not wish to let her go ...
It was true love and a first for both ...
So of course it was Magik ...
And of course the only such night as such ...
It Still...
She danced for me and seduced me
When I was happy with promises of more
It was Magikal and such and after more love ...
Later she said it was the way I let her have me
and how I held her after ...
that she loved ... and cherished
I of course was awed by her loveliness and simply did not wish to let her go ...
It was true love and a first for both ...
So of course it was Magik ...
And of course the only such night as such ...
It Still...
#TruthOfLife
#nostalgia
#FirstLove
196 reads
4 Comments
That Moment
After that first date the only real date
She danced for me and seduced me
When I was happy with promises of more
It was Magikal and such and after more love ...
Later she said it was the way I let her have me
and how I held her after ...
that she loved ... and cherished
I of course was awed by her loveliness and simply did not wish to let her go ...
It was true love and a first for both ...
So of course it was Magik ...
And of course the only such night as such ...
It Still...
She danced for me and seduced me
When I was happy with promises of more
It was Magikal and such and after more love ...
Later she said it was the way I let her have me
and how I held her after ...
that she loved ... and cherished
I of course was awed by her loveliness and simply did not wish to let her go ...
It was true love and a first for both ...
So of course it was Magik ...
And of course the only such night as such ...
It Still...
#TruthOfLife
#nostalgia
#FirstLove
196 reads
4 Comments
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