Poems About Nostalgia Published by Members Recently Online
#nostalgia
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
78 reads
1 Comment
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
78 reads
1 Comment
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2023 00:03am
23rd Feb 2023 00:03am
Earth and Brackish Water
sometimes,
I can still smell
the grass,
just after
the pink-tinged hue
of the Florida morning
comes to court
my grandmother’s yard
fat and waxy blades
are swollen velvet
under my bare feet,
while the cicadas
sing their melodies
with such gusto,
it’s almost a tangible thing
the air around me
breathes
heavily to their rhythm ...
I can still smell
the grass,
just after
the pink-tinged hue
of the Florida morning
comes to court
my grandmother’s yard
fat and waxy blades
are swollen velvet
under my bare feet,
while the cicadas
sing their melodies
with such gusto,
it’s almost a tangible thing
the air around me
breathes
heavily to their rhythm ...
#family
#sun
#memories
#nostalgia
#dawn
328 reads
30 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2023 00:03am
23rd Feb 2023 00:03am
Earth and Brackish Water
sometimes,
I can still smell
the grass,
just after
the pink-tinged hue
of the Florida morning
comes to court
my grandmother’s yard
fat and waxy blades
are swollen velvet
under my bare feet,
while the cicadas
sing their melodies
with such gusto,
it’s almost a tangible thing
the air around me
breathes
heavily to their rhythm ...
I can still smell
the grass,
just after
the pink-tinged hue
of the Florida morning
comes to court
my grandmother’s yard
fat and waxy blades
are swollen velvet
under my bare feet,
while the cicadas
sing their melodies
with such gusto,
it’s almost a tangible thing
the air around me
breathes
heavily to their rhythm ...
#family
#sun
#memories
#nostalgia
#dawn
328 reads
30 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2023 00:03am
23rd Feb 2023 00:03am
Earth and Brackish Water
sometimes,
I can still smell
the grass,
just after
the pink-tinged hue
of the Florida morning
comes to court
my grandmother’s yard
fat and waxy blades
are swollen velvet
under my bare feet,
while the cicadas
sing their melodies
with such gusto,
it’s almost a tangible thing
the air around me
breathes
heavily to their rhythm ...
I can still smell
the grass,
just after
the pink-tinged hue
of the Florida morning
comes to court
my grandmother’s yard
fat and waxy blades
are swollen velvet
under my bare feet,
while the cicadas
sing their melodies
with such gusto,
it’s almost a tangible thing
the air around me
breathes
heavily to their rhythm ...
#family
#sun
#memories
#nostalgia
#dawn
328 reads
30 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2023 00:03am
23rd Feb 2023 00:03am
Earth and Brackish Water
sometimes,
I can still smell
the grass,
just after
the pink-tinged hue
of the Florida morning
comes to court
my grandmother’s yard
fat and waxy blades
are swollen velvet
under my bare feet,
while the cicadas
sing their melodies
with such gusto,
it’s almost a tangible thing
the air around me
breathes
heavily to their rhythm ...
I can still smell
the grass,
just after
the pink-tinged hue
of the Florida morning
comes to court
my grandmother’s yard
fat and waxy blades
are swollen velvet
under my bare feet,
while the cicadas
sing their melodies
with such gusto,
it’s almost a tangible thing
the air around me
breathes
heavily to their rhythm ...
#family
#sun
#memories
#nostalgia
#dawn
328 reads
30 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2023 00:03am
23rd Feb 2023 00:03am
Earth and Brackish Water
sometimes,
I can still smell
the grass,
just after
the pink-tinged hue
of the Florida morning
comes to court
my grandmother’s yard
fat and waxy blades
are swollen velvet
under my bare feet,
while the cicadas
sing their melodies
with such gusto,
it’s almost a tangible thing
the air around me
breathes
heavily to their rhythm ...
I can still smell
the grass,
just after
the pink-tinged hue
of the Florida morning
comes to court
my grandmother’s yard
fat and waxy blades
are swollen velvet
under my bare feet,
while the cicadas
sing their melodies
with such gusto,
it’s almost a tangible thing
the air around me
breathes
heavily to their rhythm ...
#family
#sun
#memories
#nostalgia
#dawn
328 reads
30 Comments
Pishashee
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2024 1:25am
3rd Feb 2024 1:25am
Tammy
I had a scary friend, except she wasn't scared of anything,
when we were children, she taught me the words to,
They're Coming to Take me Away Ha-haa!
She ran away once. They had to go & get her.
when we were children, she taught me the words to,
They're Coming to Take me Away Ha-haa!
She ran away once. They had to go & get her.
#childhood
#nostalgia
150 reads
2 Comments
Pishashee
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2024 1:25am
3rd Feb 2024 1:25am
Tammy
I had a scary friend, except she wasn't scared of anything,
when we were children, she taught me the words to,
They're Coming to Take me Away Ha-haa!
She ran away once. They had to go & get her.
when we were children, she taught me the words to,
They're Coming to Take me Away Ha-haa!
She ran away once. They had to go & get her.
#childhood
#nostalgia
150 reads
2 Comments
MusicallyMrM
Poem Published
28th Aug 2021 3:21pm
28th Aug 2021 3:21pm
The Desires of my Familiar......
It so amazing, to feel the desires of
my familiar.....
so wonderful and so beautiful
and yet so easy to escape your grasp
Fleeting fast from view, it's Aura remains
all around you and then like an old melancholy
Deju Vu......you eclipse my moon once again.
Like beautiful pastel, splashes of wildflowers
painted upon a lush green hill.
Tempting one's ascension, becoming bolder still,
reaching your arms towards her grandeur
and still falling short of the mark.....
…...it's musical mystique continues to...
my familiar.....
so wonderful and so beautiful
and yet so easy to escape your grasp
Fleeting fast from view, it's Aura remains
all around you and then like an old melancholy
Deju Vu......you eclipse my moon once again.
Like beautiful pastel, splashes of wildflowers
painted upon a lush green hill.
Tempting one's ascension, becoming bolder still,
reaching your arms towards her grandeur
and still falling short of the mark.....
…...it's musical mystique continues to...
#love
#dreams
#nostalgia
609 reads
3 Comments
MusicallyMrM
Poem Published
28th Aug 2021 3:21pm
28th Aug 2021 3:21pm
The Desires of my Familiar......
It so amazing, to feel the desires of
my familiar.....
so wonderful and so beautiful
and yet so easy to escape your grasp
Fleeting fast from view, it's Aura remains
all around you and then like an old melancholy
Deju Vu......you eclipse my moon once again.
Like beautiful pastel, splashes of wildflowers
painted upon a lush green hill.
Tempting one's ascension, becoming bolder still,
reaching your arms towards her grandeur
and still falling short of the mark.....
…...it's musical mystique continues to...
my familiar.....
so wonderful and so beautiful
and yet so easy to escape your grasp
Fleeting fast from view, it's Aura remains
all around you and then like an old melancholy
Deju Vu......you eclipse my moon once again.
Like beautiful pastel, splashes of wildflowers
painted upon a lush green hill.
Tempting one's ascension, becoming bolder still,
reaching your arms towards her grandeur
and still falling short of the mark.....
…...it's musical mystique continues to...
#love
#dreams
#nostalgia
609 reads
3 Comments
MusicallyMrM
Poem Published
28th Aug 2021 3:21pm
28th Aug 2021 3:21pm
The Desires of my Familiar......
It so amazing, to feel the desires of
my familiar.....
so wonderful and so beautiful
and yet so easy to escape your grasp
Fleeting fast from view, it's Aura remains
all around you and then like an old melancholy
Deju Vu......you eclipse my moon once again.
Like beautiful pastel, splashes of wildflowers
painted upon a lush green hill.
Tempting one's ascension, becoming bolder still,
reaching your arms towards her grandeur
and still falling short of the mark.....
…...it's musical mystique continues to...
my familiar.....
so wonderful and so beautiful
and yet so easy to escape your grasp
Fleeting fast from view, it's Aura remains
all around you and then like an old melancholy
Deju Vu......you eclipse my moon once again.
Like beautiful pastel, splashes of wildflowers
painted upon a lush green hill.
Tempting one's ascension, becoming bolder still,
reaching your arms towards her grandeur
and still falling short of the mark.....
…...it's musical mystique continues to...
#love
#dreams
#nostalgia
609 reads
3 Comments
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