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
7th Apr 2024 12:25pm
7th Apr 2024 12:25pm
It's going to be an awesome day
The sun is rising in the sky
A new day awakens my eyes
Nothing but optimism and hope
I rinse my mouth out with Scope
The birds all sing my tune
Watching Saturday morning cartoons
ET Cereal with my favorite spoon
It's going to be an awesome day
All my friends begin to arrive
Strangely some of them have died
Doesn't matter were all together
Faces I haven't seen in forever
We talk reminisce about life
Many of them had pain and strife
Didn't know this after we split apart
Didn't keep in touch, aches...
A new day awakens my eyes
Nothing but optimism and hope
I rinse my mouth out with Scope
The birds all sing my tune
Watching Saturday morning cartoons
ET Cereal with my favorite spoon
It's going to be an awesome day
All my friends begin to arrive
Strangely some of them have died
Doesn't matter were all together
Faces I haven't seen in forever
We talk reminisce about life
Many of them had pain and strife
Didn't know this after we split apart
Didn't keep in touch, aches...
#hope
#friendship
#memories
#uplifting
#nostalgia
96 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
122 reads
12 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
16th Jan 2021 5:14pm
16th Jan 2021 5:14pm
HIDDING BEHIND MASKS
#fate
#aging
#nostalgia
#luck
#responsibility
497 reads
0 Comments
nightbirdblue
enbyblue
enbyblue
Poem Published
7th Apr 2024 8:19pm
7th Apr 2024 8:19pm
Eras
I could talk to you for years
Over the eras we’ve bypassed
Formulating our synchronicities
In starry-eyed conversation
How a moment passes so slow
In your elegant presence
I feel I’ve aged gracefully
While staring into your eyes
For the past 10 minutes
For the last 10 years
Singing my heart for you
Somehow I’m still surprised
By the frequencies we’ve traversed
Together, though unknowing
And yet have come back
To one another’s embrace
Over the eras we’ve bypassed
Formulating our synchronicities
In starry-eyed conversation
How a moment passes so slow
In your elegant presence
I feel I’ve aged gracefully
While staring into your eyes
For the past 10 minutes
For the last 10 years
Singing my heart for you
Somehow I’m still surprised
By the frequencies we’ve traversed
Together, though unknowing
And yet have come back
To one another’s embrace
#wife
#romantic
#memories
#nostalgia
#NaPoWriMo2024
93 reads
9 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
390 reads
6 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
359 reads
1 Comment
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
93 reads
2 Comments
wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
1st Apr 2024 1:02pm
1st Apr 2024 1:02pm
moonlight drive
full moon
blood orange,
the stars
in their
bone boxes,
all waiting,
bowing,
perhaps
it is
sentimental,
in
the event
it was
once weddings,
fat babies,
now, this
and that.
blood orange,
the stars
in their
bone boxes,
all waiting,
bowing,
perhaps
it is
sentimental,
in
the event
it was
once weddings,
fat babies,
now, this
and that.
#childhood
#aging
#nostalgia #dating
#nostalgia #dating
58 reads
2 Comments
deadwolf
Poem Published
4th Apr 2024 1:09am
4th Apr 2024 1:09am
Random Ramblins #10
Damn it,
Played this song on an back in the day oldie station other day,
Lost my ever Lovin head and almost pulled over on the side o the road to look for a payphone to call an yell at the radio station,
No quarters, No payphones anymore either,… Well FUK…
Man, why do I insist on bein off the grid an not having a cell phone…
Man Alive Vato; Taylor Dayne is not an oldie
An neither is Tone Lōc or Yong MC…
Bust a Move is still the Shiznit man… aint it?
Hell, I still bump down South 6th to Kid Frost and Naughty by Nature,
Hehehe, fukers, damn...
Played this song on an back in the day oldie station other day,
Lost my ever Lovin head and almost pulled over on the side o the road to look for a payphone to call an yell at the radio station,
No quarters, No payphones anymore either,… Well FUK…
Man, why do I insist on bein off the grid an not having a cell phone…
Man Alive Vato; Taylor Dayne is not an oldie
An neither is Tone Lōc or Yong MC…
Bust a Move is still the Shiznit man… aint it?
Hell, I still bump down South 6th to Kid Frost and Naughty by Nature,
Hehehe, fukers, damn...
#nostalgia
48 reads
2 Comments
moroccanpoet
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 2:20am
15th Apr 2024 2:20am
My old poetry
In the depths of my old poetry,
I find a tinge of melancholy,
Lines filled with pain, sorrow, and ire,
Echoes of my struggles, my desires.
Reflecting on the decades gone by,
Contemplating life's parade passing by,
Faces fading, wandering and lost,
Decisions shaping who I am at any cost.
Voices whispering within my mind,
Some laughter, some tears, intertwined,
...
I find a tinge of melancholy,
Lines filled with pain, sorrow, and ire,
Echoes of my struggles, my desires.
Reflecting on the decades gone by,
Contemplating life's parade passing by,
Faces fading, wandering and lost,
Decisions shaping who I am at any cost.
Voices whispering within my mind,
Some laughter, some tears, intertwined,
...
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords #nostalgia
#PowerOfWords #nostalgia
56 reads
0 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
388 reads
2 Comments
Ahavati
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
289 reads
18 Comments
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