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
9th Oct 2024 11:18am
9th Oct 2024 11:18am
Let's Go
My girl is coming around,
I'm gonna meet her downtown
I think I'll find some action,
and get some satisfaction
So baby let's go,
you & I to dinner & a show
So baby let's go,
where the buildings are real tall, ya know
Remember that place on Main Street
We shared a malt, that was real neat
The dance hall was really ringing
Everyone was happy & screaming
So baby let's go,
you & I to dinner & a show
So baby let's go,
where the buildings are real tall,...
I'm gonna meet her downtown
I think I'll find some action,
and get some satisfaction
So baby let's go,
you & I to dinner & a show
So baby let's go,
where the buildings are real tall, ya know
Remember that place on Main Street
We shared a malt, that was real neat
The dance hall was really ringing
Everyone was happy & screaming
So baby let's go,
you & I to dinner & a show
So baby let's go,
where the buildings are real tall,...
#breakup
#girlfriend
#lyrics
#memories
#nostalgia
75 reads
6 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
169 reads
12 Comments
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
169 reads
4 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
394 reads
1 Comment
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
31st Aug 2023 8:23pm
31st Aug 2023 8:23pm
Pepsi & Peanuts
It was my mother’s favorite:
A bottle of Pepsi
and a little bag of Planter’s peanuts
She would dump the bag
into the bottle
after taking a few sips
to lower its contents
I don’t know why I remember
things like this
But always wonder
if it’s because she’s with me
at that particular moment
A few days after cleaning
the yard from a storm
I saw something glassy
protruding from the mud
As I dug, I realized
it was a vintage Pepsi bottle
the one with swirls ...
A bottle of Pepsi
and a little bag of Planter’s peanuts
She would dump the bag
into the bottle
after taking a few sips
to lower its contents
I don’t know why I remember
things like this
But always wonder
if it’s because she’s with me
at that particular moment
A few days after cleaning
the yard from a storm
I saw something glassy
protruding from the mud
As I dug, I realized
it was a vintage Pepsi bottle
the one with swirls ...
#memories
#historical
#nostalgia
331 reads
18 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
115 reads
0 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
122 reads
25 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
carried on my
own ...
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
carried on my
own ...
#home
#nostalgia
1936 reads
45 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
133 reads
2 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
16th Jan 2021 5:14pm
16th Jan 2021 5:14pm
HIDDING BEHIND MASKS
#fate
#aging
#nostalgia
#luck
#responsibility
536 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
427 reads
6 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
21st Feb 2021 1:08am
21st Feb 2021 1:08am
Yesterday's dying Light
yesterday's dying light
a lonely meander
in misty memories
raucous laughter
of people with their barking dogs
excited woofs
at passing angered felines
that hisses and yowls
a sight worth sighing for
again
wishing to return to days
without the screaming silence
longing again for bubbling brooks
the call and buzzes of cicadas
the tolls and clanging of bells
in the distant church
now mere existing in twilight memory
in yesterday's fading light
the rain...
a lonely meander
in misty memories
raucous laughter
of people with their barking dogs
excited woofs
at passing angered felines
that hisses and yowls
a sight worth sighing for
again
wishing to return to days
without the screaming silence
longing again for bubbling brooks
the call and buzzes of cicadas
the tolls and clanging of bells
in the distant church
now mere existing in twilight memory
in yesterday's fading light
the rain...
#love
#nostalgia
422 reads
2 Comments
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