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.
PAR
Poem Published
10th Jul 2024 12:20pm
10th Jul 2024 12:20pm
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
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2 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
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Pinkdreams
Poem Published
19th Feb 2025 3:50am
19th Feb 2025 3:50am
Miami!
Calle Ocho
Look a roacho
it must be Miami!
teeming with humanity
cut with a knife humidity
Miami it must be
La la
Mama Mia!
Santeria!
In the canals the dead goats float
Out in the bay
on any given day
square grouper are afloat
See them from your speeding boat
A penthouse on Brickell Ave
Big bucks you must have
or else it's Kendall Drive for you
Yikes, that's me! what can I do?
Oh, neato
another mosquito
soon you'll have no blood
Will Miami be here
in another year ...
Look a roacho
it must be Miami!
teeming with humanity
cut with a knife humidity
Miami it must be
La la
Mama Mia!
Santeria!
In the canals the dead goats float
Out in the bay
on any given day
square grouper are afloat
See them from your speeding boat
A penthouse on Brickell Ave
Big bucks you must have
or else it's Kendall Drive for you
Yikes, that's me! what can I do?
Oh, neato
another mosquito
soon you'll have no blood
Will Miami be here
in another year ...
#nostalgia
#travel
89 reads
3 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
8th Aug 2023 10:00pm
8th Aug 2023 10:00pm
The day all the socks matched up (with recording)
I awoke gently, wrapped in sunbeams and your leisurely arms.
The coffee was strong and patient.
All the pieces fit smoothly.
The poems wrote themselves, and rock ‘n roll did the chores.
Words were enjoyed for soul-sharing and fun, as shame took a long vacation.
All the meetings were constructive and punctual.
Laughter flickered like warming flames between songs and friends and forest adventures.
Ocean thunder cracked my heart wide open.
All the flies left me alone in the garden.
As dew amplified the scent of cooling...
The coffee was strong and patient.
All the pieces fit smoothly.
The poems wrote themselves, and rock ‘n roll did the chores.
Words were enjoyed for soul-sharing and fun, as shame took a long vacation.
All the meetings were constructive and punctual.
Laughter flickered like warming flames between songs and friends and forest adventures.
Ocean thunder cracked my heart wide open.
All the flies left me alone in the garden.
As dew amplified the scent of cooling...
#happiness
#music
#nostalgia #luck
#nostalgia #luck
415 reads
18 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
235 reads
12 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 1:29am
15th Feb 2025 1:29am
sorry your phone’s broke
older I get
hungry and go
to the café
but it’s not a café
anymore
it’s a bloody mobile phone
repair shop
I wonder
what went
wrong
hungry and go
to the café
but it’s not a café
anymore
it’s a bloody mobile phone
repair shop
I wonder
what went
wrong
#aging
#food
#nostalgia #technology
#nostalgia #technology
77 reads
3 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
1st May 2023 6:32am
1st May 2023 6:32am
snapshots of a night out
1. I miss the feeling of anticipation
sitting, fidgeting at the train station
waiting for the night to begin
It's been too long
that I've felt this alive
just waiting for something to happen
2. Your arms make me feel
like I'm 22 again
when I was love starved
and begging for body warmth
and touch
But I'm not 22 anymore
and love starved
and your arms are a safety net
in a place that has a history
of being anything but safe
3. You know you're in the city
when you open a...
sitting, fidgeting at the train station
waiting for the night to begin
It's been too long
that I've felt this alive
just waiting for something to happen
2. Your arms make me feel
like I'm 22 again
when I was love starved
and begging for body warmth
and touch
But I'm not 22 anymore
and love starved
and your arms are a safety net
in a place that has a history
of being anything but safe
3. You know you're in the city
when you open a...
#music
#memories
#nostalgia
269 reads
1 Comment
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
466 reads
2 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
12th Jun 2024 5:56pm
12th Jun 2024 5:56pm
Somewhere In The Midst Of Time
SIOUX FALLS, SOUTH DAKOTA
The Present
Sephora gulped in a breath of air. She coughed violently to regain the rhythm of her breathing.
Palos patted Sephora on the back.
“Are you alright?”
“I...” She looked up. “Sir Pious.”
Who the fuck is this person you continue to refer me as?”
Sephora looked around. She realized she was in her bedroom.
“Sir Pious, I had an unusual dream.”
Palos stood. He was done with this crazy woman’s mumbling bullshit.
“You are a fucking...
The Present
Sephora gulped in a breath of air. She coughed violently to regain the rhythm of her breathing.
Palos patted Sephora on the back.
“Are you alright?”
“I...” She looked up. “Sir Pious.”
Who the fuck is this person you continue to refer me as?”
Sephora looked around. She realized she was in her bedroom.
“Sir Pious, I had an unusual dream.”
Palos stood. He was done with this crazy woman’s mumbling bullshit.
“You are a fucking...
#nostalgia
#UnrequitedLove
#ForbiddenLove #rose
#ForbiddenLove #rose
414 reads
2 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 1:34pm
23rd Jan 2025 1:34pm
Spilling Sands
Time echoes aloft,
The hourglass spills,
silver grains falling soft.
Moments slide into the past,
Minutes now forever lost.
The clock ticks,
a heartbeat on the wall.
Gears turn without end,
Hands move forward,
never pausing,
never looking back.
Minutes slip through brass fingers.
Hours drift like whispers in the wind.
Rust creeps in,
but the gears still turn.
Time hums its endless song.
Copyright Malcolm Gladwin
23 January 2025
Spilling Sand © 23 January 2025, Malcolm...
The hourglass spills,
silver grains falling soft.
Moments slide into the past,
Minutes now forever lost.
The clock ticks,
a heartbeat on the wall.
Gears turn without end,
Hands move forward,
never pausing,
never looking back.
Minutes slip through brass fingers.
Hours drift like whispers in the wind.
Rust creeps in,
but the gears still turn.
Time hums its endless song.
Copyright Malcolm Gladwin
23 January 2025
Spilling Sand © 23 January 2025, Malcolm...
#memories
#MovingOn
#nostalgia
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0 Comments
Hatful-of-Hollow
Poem Published
13th Mar 2025 2:20pm
13th Mar 2025 2:20pm
Without Music the World Dies
Each Auld Lang Sin
drinking to the absent,
one day, my dears,
your glasses will be empty
An urn awaiting our turn
may the ashes lie as stubble
on the statues of great people
Strumming until the drumming
became the faint rhythm of dying dreams,
emotional air-raids exhausted our hearts
until, finally, someone shot our plane from the sky
drinking to the absent,
one day, my dears,
your glasses will be empty
An urn awaiting our turn
may the ashes lie as stubble
on the statues of great people
Strumming until the drumming
became the faint rhythm of dying dreams,
emotional air-raids exhausted our hearts
until, finally, someone shot our plane from the sky
#death
#hope
#music #nostalgia
#music #nostalgia
86 reads
1 Comment
runningturtle87
Poem Published
3rd May 2022 2:02pm
3rd May 2022 2:02pm
The Angle of Incidence
The Angle of Incidence
An experience,
However
Temporarily
Escaping
The daily
Run
Of the mill
Routine,
May
Feel
Well
Worth it
If the angle
Of incidence
Covers
The gap
Between
The unnumbed
Reality
Of stark living
And that
Pounding
Sense
Of mindless
Security
That
Comes
In the wake
Of turning
Off
The accountability
For the life
Someone
Seems
To have made
For...
An experience,
However
Temporarily
Escaping
The daily
Run
Of the mill
Routine,
May
Feel
Well
Worth it
If the angle
Of incidence
Covers
The gap
Between
The unnumbed
Reality
Of stark living
And that
Pounding
Sense
Of mindless
Security
That
Comes
In the wake
Of turning
Off
The accountability
For the life
Someone
Seems
To have made
For...
#teens
#marriage
#LifeCycle #nostalgia
#LifeCycle #nostalgia
365 reads
5 Comments
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