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.
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
135 reads
16 Comments
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
100 reads
12 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 6:50am
1st Apr 2025 6:50am
Lost...Somewhere in Time
Those late night tunes can get us lost
Somewhere in time
When the mind wanders into some forgotten places
Reliving moments briefly
As if they were just yesterday
Them lyrics can turn back the clock
And unlock memories
The details are ghostly caresses on the mind’s eye
Longing for just tiny piece
Just to ease the ache
The melodies can surge an energy
A restless fantasy revived
When “could have beens” burn like whiskey straight up
Going down smooth
To make the yearning numb
These songs can take you...
Somewhere in time
When the mind wanders into some forgotten places
Reliving moments briefly
As if they were just yesterday
Them lyrics can turn back the clock
And unlock memories
The details are ghostly caresses on the mind’s eye
Longing for just tiny piece
Just to ease the ache
The melodies can surge an energy
A restless fantasy revived
When “could have beens” burn like whiskey straight up
Going down smooth
To make the yearning numb
These songs can take you...
#memories
#music
#nostalgia #WritingPoetry
#nostalgia #WritingPoetry
80 reads
8 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
14th Jul 2019 10:24pm
14th Jul 2019 10:24pm
Jersey City
Got customers there
Take the Path train to Journal Square
Lyft rides from there
JC is old
City that time forgot
I tell my driver about the diners
All leftovers from an unknown era
Like being in a Bruce Springsteen song
I tell her
She just looks at me and nods
Getting it even though maybe she doesn't
Too young for my melancholy
That's good
Take the Path train to Journal Square
Lyft rides from there
JC is old
City that time forgot
I tell my driver about the diners
All leftovers from an unknown era
Like being in a Bruce Springsteen song
I tell her
She just looks at me and nods
Getting it even though maybe she doesn't
Too young for my melancholy
That's good
#memories
#nostalgia
568 reads
8 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 7:28am
18th Feb 2025 7:28am
~home
hitting sharp ocean tides
mixed in an undifferentiating
fusion of a pungently pleasant
fishy odoriferous ambience..
ah home this is
yes the sun firing as supersun
at 40 or more Celsius .. these
unstoppably streaming yellows
of a brightened sunflowering
noon .. in busy rushing crowds
with a musk of sweating stench
Ah home yes home
this sweltering heaven
Chennai 🙏
mixed in an undifferentiating
fusion of a pungently pleasant
fishy odoriferous ambience..
ah home this is
yes the sun firing as supersun
at 40 or more Celsius .. these
unstoppably streaming yellows
of a brightened sunflowering
noon .. in busy rushing crowds
with a musk of sweating stench
Ah home yes home
this sweltering heaven
Chennai 🙏
#home
#nostalgia
#sea #travel
#sea #travel
151 reads
8 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
16th Jan 2021 5:14pm
16th Jan 2021 5:14pm
HIDDING BEHIND MASKS
#fate
#aging
#nostalgia
#luck
#responsibility
587 reads
0 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
447 reads
1 Comment
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
2028 reads
45 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 8:14pm
1st Apr 2025 8:14pm
[NaPoWriMo - 2025 Collection] Flowers from Thoughts
NaPoWriMo Collection: Flowers from Thoughts]
Prelude
Flush wisteria, lavender
ripened upon their vine
Eliot’s hyacinth couple
deep purple, beyond the rain-
pummeled garden gate
A mossy footpath, wet
seeping between toes
of bare feet, droplets plop
extend upward, fall
into Earth's moistened mouth
. . .Other echoes
Inhabit the garden. Shall we follow?
Not to learn but remember
nor think back to before
November circumstance
tilled the soil of withered slumber ...
Prelude
Flush wisteria, lavender
ripened upon their vine
Eliot’s hyacinth couple
deep purple, beyond the rain-
pummeled garden gate
A mossy footpath, wet
seeping between toes
of bare feet, droplets plop
extend upward, fall
into Earth's moistened mouth
. . .Other echoes
Inhabit the garden. Shall we follow?
Not to learn but remember
nor think back to before
November circumstance
tilled the soil of withered slumber ...
#nature
#mythology
#nostalgia
175 reads
10 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
106 reads
1 Comment
PAR
Poem Published
10th Jul 2024 1:20pm
10th Jul 2024 1:20pm
Face eaters
Mirrors devour faces...
are a memory glitch.
Are the absence of a sacred heart
after the procession and flowers
crushed by the feet of those who have faith.
Sacrosanct perdition at the foot of the altar
where nothing can be heard,
where nothing happened!
A dead memory
in underground databases.
Mirrors are elephant cemeteries.
we all march, barefoot,
over the shards of the crystal self...
shattered and unfiltered,
devouring our own faces.
Idiosyncratic nudity of those who remain silent
and let the...
are a memory glitch.
Are the absence of a sacred heart
after the procession and flowers
crushed by the feet of those who have faith.
Sacrosanct perdition at the foot of the altar
where nothing can be heard,
where nothing happened!
A dead memory
in underground databases.
Mirrors are elephant cemeteries.
we all march, barefoot,
over the shards of the crystal self...
shattered and unfiltered,
devouring our own faces.
Idiosyncratic nudity of those who remain silent
and let the...
#death
#lies
#memories
#mirror
#nostalgia
145 reads
2 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
183 reads
25 Comments
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