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
26th Dec 2024 12:10pm
26th Dec 2024 12:10pm
Blood Sucking Bugs
Flies annoy and Bzz Bzz Bzz around,
as long as there's garbage they'll always be found
One year as a kid I killed two flies
Placed them in my brother's burger,
devoured, with some shoe string fries
I recall a kid who lived a few blocks away
The family was dirt-poor,
his home needed to be sprayed
Every time I saw him he was insanely scratching his head
His hair was greasy and wild,
fingertips looked bloody red
I later found out that he was carrying lice
Filthy family they were,
house was inundated with mice
I was...
as long as there's garbage they'll always be found
One year as a kid I killed two flies
Placed them in my brother's burger,
devoured, with some shoe string fries
I recall a kid who lived a few blocks away
The family was dirt-poor,
his home needed to be sprayed
Every time I saw him he was insanely scratching his head
His hair was greasy and wild,
fingertips looked bloody red
I later found out that he was carrying lice
Filthy family they were,
house was inundated with mice
I was...
#funny
#memories
#nostalgia
53 reads
8 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
402 reads
1 Comment
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
435 reads
6 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
5th Mar 2024 1:52pm
5th Mar 2024 1:52pm
family room
it doesn't mean the same thing these days
doesn't carry the same weight
though at a glance...it wears the same skin
illusion...all of it
when once we gathered in community
laughing...relaxing...sharing our thoughts
winding down from the business of the day
children nattering at elders feet
cat in the corner...cleaning its paws
satisfied it fulfilled its duty
gearing up for an active night
while daylight quietly slipped away
dinner still scenting the air
dishes already done...dried...& put away
it was a place filled with...
doesn't carry the same weight
though at a glance...it wears the same skin
illusion...all of it
when once we gathered in community
laughing...relaxing...sharing our thoughts
winding down from the business of the day
children nattering at elders feet
cat in the corner...cleaning its paws
satisfied it fulfilled its duty
gearing up for an active night
while daylight quietly slipped away
dinner still scenting the air
dishes already done...dried...& put away
it was a place filled with...
#family
#memories
#nostalgia
142 reads
2 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
260 reads
18 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
16th Jan 2021 5:14pm
16th Jan 2021 5:14pm
HIDDING BEHIND MASKS
#fate
#aging
#nostalgia
#luck
#responsibility
541 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
1955 reads
45 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
475 reads
3 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
140 reads
0 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
68 reads
1 Comment
wallyroo92
Poem Published
25th Aug 2024 8:34pm
25th Aug 2024 8:34pm
Vox in Tempus Machina
You don’t want this hurt
The wounds, they will run deep
And though they’ll heal you’ll still feel a burn
Knowing you’ve earned every one of them
For every serious loss, for every little feat
When I look at these scars
I remember all the spars
But you, you’ll question your faith and all that you believe
And yet time, for the time being, is on your side
Listen to your gut feeling
Before you leap looking for that reprieve
But I know that won’t be the case
At the moment, your heart is full of passion and lust
Lost in a...
The wounds, they will run deep
And though they’ll heal you’ll still feel a burn
Knowing you’ve earned every one of them
For every serious loss, for every little feat
When I look at these scars
I remember all the spars
But you, you’ll question your faith and all that you believe
And yet time, for the time being, is on your side
Listen to your gut feeling
Before you leap looking for that reprieve
But I know that won’t be the case
At the moment, your heart is full of passion and lust
Lost in a...
#aging
#nostalgia
#wisdom
190 reads
4 Comments
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
178 reads
12 Comments
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