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.
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
12th Jun 2024 6:56pm
12th Jun 2024 6:56pm
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
358 reads
2 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2024 7:01pm
22nd Sep 2024 7:01pm
The Road to Pastrami
I don't need a guru
I've no use for a swami
I just need a trip back home
to find the best pastrami
The Jewish delis of my childhood
gleaming buckets of sauerkraut
pastrami so hot it steamed the bread,
sharp-crusted rye, without a doubt
Frilly toothpicks
red or blue
secured the mountains of beef
so much food, but I could eat it all
to exactly no one's relief
Maybe it's just stupidity
but I'm craving Miami's humidity
I want the ocean and the burning sand
I want to reexplore my childhood land
...
I've no use for a swami
I just need a trip back home
to find the best pastrami
The Jewish delis of my childhood
gleaming buckets of sauerkraut
pastrami so hot it steamed the bread,
sharp-crusted rye, without a doubt
Frilly toothpicks
red or blue
secured the mountains of beef
so much food, but I could eat it all
to exactly no one's relief
Maybe it's just stupidity
but I'm craving Miami's humidity
I want the ocean and the burning sand
I want to reexplore my childhood land
...
#childhood
#food
#nostalgia #passion
#nostalgia #passion
128 reads
15 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
8th Aug 2023 11:00pm
8th Aug 2023 11:00pm
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
361 reads
18 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
29th Dec 2024 00:43am
29th Dec 2024 00:43am
memories
you didn’t call.”
sorry, I thought you’d be out.
“sorry?
this isn’t the nineteen seventies,
you’ve got a phone in
your pocket.”
and a head somewhere else ..
sorry, I thought you’d be out.
“sorry?
this isn’t the nineteen seventies,
you’ve got a phone in
your pocket.”
and a head somewhere else ..
#nostalgia
56 reads
2 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 3:54pm
11th Jan 2025 3:54pm
3.14
do you like pie?
do you remember the
last time you had a
great slice of pie
or,
where you had that
great slice of pie
like in some art deco,
silver streak train
car diner
the one with the
stools that spun
sitting in front of
the counter
the diner with a Tuesday
night blue plate special
a diner where lonely
old men would eat,
men so old that the space
between one heart beat
and the next...
do you remember the
last time you had a
great slice of pie
or,
where you had that
great slice of pie
like in some art deco,
silver streak train
car diner
the one with the
stools that spun
sitting in front of
the counter
the diner with a Tuesday
night blue plate special
a diner where lonely
old men would eat,
men so old that the space
between one heart beat
and the next...
#nostalgia
60 reads
8 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
196 reads
4 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
30th Mar 2021 9:00pm
30th Mar 2021 9:00pm
Pacman; Ghosts of the past
Haven't the ghosts driven you crazy yet?
Their attitude is not encouraging
Life after life, is it the same as before?
So what is this zeal for? ...
Fighting ghosts, even after death,
Break on a visit, chase and break bones with
ethereal jaws, worn out mouths
On a completely virtual firmament
They feed on lives, and only live on that
You get stronger, but only for a while
You change roles, but again a blow to your crown
And even the end of the game is not the end,
the Credits lie
Always wandering...
Their attitude is not encouraging
Life after life, is it the same as before?
So what is this zeal for? ...
Fighting ghosts, even after death,
Break on a visit, chase and break bones with
ethereal jaws, worn out mouths
On a completely virtual firmament
They feed on lives, and only live on that
You get stronger, but only for a while
You change roles, but again a blow to your crown
And even the end of the game is not the end,
the Credits lie
Always wandering...
#conflict
#lies
#betrayal
#LifeStruggles
#nostalgia
598 reads
31 Comments
runningturtle87
Poem Published
3rd May 2022 3:02pm
3rd May 2022 3:02pm
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
321 reads
5 Comments
eightmore
Poem Published
11th Mar 2023 11:37am
11th Mar 2023 11:37am
The Dancer of Bourbon Street
#fate
#aging
#nostalgia
238 reads
11 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
30th Mar 2024 10:14am
30th Mar 2024 10:14am
Miss Prissy
Miss Prissy
He was dressed in his finest suit as he lay in his casket under the rotunda. Pat’s Aunt Mercy lay in her bed in a room off the big room. Her name was Pat and her duty was to sneak bourbon and whiskey to get Auntie drunk enough not to cry. She kept Pat on her feet as she went to the kitchen to get Auntie booze. Aunt Mercy ushered in her widowhood with gin and tonic with lime on the rocks. At twenty-one Pat was still girlish but old enough to learn how to mix drinks during a wake. Her bridegroom, Bob, was huddled with the men but quiet as a church mouse while letting...
He was dressed in his finest suit as he lay in his casket under the rotunda. Pat’s Aunt Mercy lay in her bed in a room off the big room. Her name was Pat and her duty was to sneak bourbon and whiskey to get Auntie drunk enough not to cry. She kept Pat on her feet as she went to the kitchen to get Auntie booze. Aunt Mercy ushered in her widowhood with gin and tonic with lime on the rocks. At twenty-one Pat was still girlish but old enough to learn how to mix drinks during a wake. Her bridegroom, Bob, was huddled with the men but quiet as a church mouse while letting...
#love
#marriage
#death
#TruthOfLife
#nostalgia
148 reads
2 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
5th Dec 2024 10:09pm
5th Dec 2024 10:09pm
Eclipsed by Time - Tanka
Falling leaves whisper,
echoes of what once had been,
a fleeting embrace,
life’s sorrow, infinite tides,
softly drown the light of youth
echoes of what once had been,
a fleeting embrace,
life’s sorrow, infinite tides,
softly drown the light of youth
#LifeCycle
#memories
#nostalgia #sadness
#nostalgia #sadness
38 reads
0 Comments
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
21st Jan 2023 10:56pm
21st Jan 2023 10:56pm
You Just Haven't Earned it Yet, Baby
Behind the twilight scarred garden shed
Committed to everything I’d ever read,
Our cola breath tasted of yesterday’s bath water
Lips met as two forks tangling in the kitchen sink.
Rose petals falling from the skies
Never marked that very first kiss,
Dance of adolescence was never slow.
But hey, seaside-girl, shoals of your eyes
Were too beautiful for the town’s shore line.
Furrowing fingers found that wettest clay
Earthed against the smell of creosote and
The first quiffs of Autumn dreaming.
Let me count the ways she...
Committed to everything I’d ever read,
Our cola breath tasted of yesterday’s bath water
Lips met as two forks tangling in the kitchen sink.
Rose petals falling from the skies
Never marked that very first kiss,
Dance of adolescence was never slow.
But hey, seaside-girl, shoals of your eyes
Were too beautiful for the town’s shore line.
Furrowing fingers found that wettest clay
Earthed against the smell of creosote and
The first quiffs of Autumn dreaming.
Let me count the ways she...
#love
#LifeCycle
#nostalgia
355 reads
11 Comments
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