Poems About Nostalgia by Top Critiquers
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Poems about nostalgia by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
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
74 reads
12 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 7:19am
28th Jan 2025 7:19am
My Heart Smiled
I’ve always had a fascination with the automobile. Growing up I loved my Hot Wheels collection above all other toys. Would always look at the stamp on the bottom of the car, so I could learn: make, model, year.
My dad worked on cars for extra money when I was young. He wasn’t a certified mechanic but he knew how to work on them. I even remember he did minor body work, and painted them as well. He pulled engines and transmissions, and other items before taking them off to be crushed.
My favorite car he worked on was a 1968 Mercury Cougar. It was blue and had a...
My dad worked on cars for extra money when I was young. He wasn’t a certified mechanic but he knew how to work on them. I even remember he did minor body work, and painted them as well. He pulled engines and transmissions, and other items before taking them off to be crushed.
My favorite car he worked on was a 1968 Mercury Cougar. It was blue and had a...
#memories
#nostalgia
97 reads
16 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
7th Dec 2024 12:53pm
7th Dec 2024 12:53pm
Wild Blackberries
Blackberries visual entry
#childhood
#food
#memories #nostalgia
#memories #nostalgia
301 reads
18 Comments
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
79 reads
1 Comment
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
30th Dec 2023 12:57pm
30th Dec 2023 12:57pm
Dying December Moon
The late December moon
offers a magic lambent light.
To soothe the darkest hours
of winters coldest night.
The fruit of lofty dreams
in the orchard of my mind,
have soured of their delight.
The compost of my desires
will once again,
fertilize the soul's soil.
A long vacant spring of self
still remains loyal.
Another year about to expire.
The night feels warm alongside
memory's nostalgic fires.
What we remember most,
is those who have been kind.
On the final nights of the year,
The...
offers a magic lambent light.
To soothe the darkest hours
of winters coldest night.
The fruit of lofty dreams
in the orchard of my mind,
have soured of their delight.
The compost of my desires
will once again,
fertilize the soul's soil.
A long vacant spring of self
still remains loyal.
Another year about to expire.
The night feels warm alongside
memory's nostalgic fires.
What we remember most,
is those who have been kind.
On the final nights of the year,
The...
#hope
#moon
#memories
#nostalgia
#NewYear
211 reads
12 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
10th Dec 2020 5:49am
10th Dec 2020 5:49am
GRANDDAD'S LADY (INSPIRED BY PICTURE)
Granddad's lady smiled from the photograph,
in just a camisole (after a bath?)
sitting on a bed, anticipating
a night-time ahead of copulating?
Deep in her crotch her hand appeared buried,
(Pleasuring herself? I thought, so lurid.)
She had the right curves that would be appealing
in days before Twiggy-inspired slimming.
Her face seemed smiling in a wicked grin,
spurring on his propensity to sin
on an assignation secretly planned.
The sepia tone made her curves look tanned.
I could...
in just a camisole (after a bath?)
sitting on a bed, anticipating
a night-time ahead of copulating?
Deep in her crotch her hand appeared buried,
(Pleasuring herself? I thought, so lurid.)
She had the right curves that would be appealing
in days before Twiggy-inspired slimming.
Her face seemed smiling in a wicked grin,
spurring on his propensity to sin
on an assignation secretly planned.
The sepia tone made her curves look tanned.
I could...
#lust
#women
#erotic
#rhyming
#nostalgia
425 reads
1 Comment
TheOralizer
Poem Published
16th Jan 2021 5:14pm
16th Jan 2021 5:14pm
HIDDING BEHIND MASKS
#fate
#aging
#nostalgia
#luck
#responsibility
563 reads
0 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
27th Jul 2020 1:42pm
27th Jul 2020 1:42pm
Italian Ice Colors
Started one way
Ended another
July is a motherfucker
Sweetness amidst the heat
Ended another
July is a motherfucker
Sweetness amidst the heat
#art
#nostalgia
458 reads
6 Comments
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
158 reads
0 Comments
Duende
Poem Published
13th Nov 2016 6:38pm
13th Nov 2016 6:38pm
Homesick
i don’t feel anything
anymore i feel
too much
touch
it’s been too long
this heart is
cold
hold
this weary body
teach me to
feel
reveal
the beauty in me
don’t leave
please
ease
these secret scars
unfreeze my
flesh
caress
my godforsaken skin
shelter my soul
and see
(me)
read what’s beneath
the fragile stories
forbidden
hidden
deep inside my soul ...
anymore i feel
too much
touch
it’s been too long
this heart is
cold
hold
this weary body
teach me to
feel
reveal
the beauty in me
don’t leave
please
ease
these secret scars
unfreeze my
flesh
caress
my godforsaken skin
shelter my soul
and see
(me)
read what’s beneath
the fragile stories
forbidden
hidden
deep inside my soul ...
#home
#nostalgia
1984 reads
45 Comments
AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
4th Jun 2024 2:53pm
4th Jun 2024 2:53pm
Pineapple
Do you pine for an apple?
Does it fall from a tree?
Are you spongey and porous?
And super annoying?
Are you yellow bellied and spineless?
Are you ready?
Open the map.
And sail through the seas.
Do you just want some money?
And the treasure inside?
Would you fight all your friends,
Or compromise?
If your knowledge is nautical,
And you know where X is,
Why not follow the stars,
And make a wish?
For the apple of your eye.
You pine for inside.
A treasure hunt.
Hidden in the sky.
Does it fall from a tree?
Are you spongey and porous?
And super annoying?
Are you yellow bellied and spineless?
Are you ready?
Open the map.
And sail through the seas.
Do you just want some money?
And the treasure inside?
Would you fight all your friends,
Or compromise?
If your knowledge is nautical,
And you know where X is,
Why not follow the stars,
And make a wish?
For the apple of your eye.
You pine for inside.
A treasure hunt.
Hidden in the sky.
#nostalgia
164 reads
25 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2021 7:52am
22nd Mar 2021 7:52am
~endless catalogue, of a simple living's nostalgic evokings
walking under the turfing darkness holy nights
lit just lit.. by generous sprinkled winky starriness
-these summer skies behold as a bejeweled bride
..
with those steadfast embed planetary unblinking diamonds
as if forever aproaching grounds in such unsaid accelerations...
..
eyes focus at a distance.. a silhouetted thatchy hut
..oozing smoky cooking rustic sublimities.. its wideopen
door of tight strung bamboo rows.. flashes fire as rising
high sunflames- its humbly worked on firewooden stove..
..
a rush of starchy...
lit just lit.. by generous sprinkled winky starriness
-these summer skies behold as a bejeweled bride
..
with those steadfast embed planetary unblinking diamonds
as if forever aproaching grounds in such unsaid accelerations...
..
eyes focus at a distance.. a silhouetted thatchy hut
..oozing smoky cooking rustic sublimities.. its wideopen
door of tight strung bamboo rows.. flashes fire as rising
high sunflames- its humbly worked on firewooden stove..
..
a rush of starchy...
#love
#identity
#spiritual
#nostalgia
#sensual
510 reads
3 Comments
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