Most Commented Nostalgia Poems (1,154)

I've been searching for you

While you're searching for me

Taken my time

Taken it all so easy

Hoping you don't pass by

I've been lookin in the mirror

To see what I could see

The truth staring back at me

There will be no more lies

For I am set free

It is one step backwards

Two steps forward

I am on board

Life is for the living

And that's where I will be

There will be times of happiness

And times of tears

Life don't change

Because you walk without fear

It's not in what you say

But what you do

Please don't pass me by

I am searching for you

I had to do some rearranging

A bit of a thing called changing

I'm in no hurry

Just taking my time

Might not look like I'm seeking

But I will be hoping to find

Life is for the living

I will be living mine

Yon lofty hills, dear lingering youth,
when we climbed life's sisyphean slope,
amid tumbling rocks, yet struggled on in hope,
now, backward glance on labours oft uncouth,
each blind day, we, green faith applied
upon the anvil of life's harsh forged sway,
each and every aching limb, relentlessly applied
the burning coals, to fire destiny's unspoken play,
to climb the summits unattainable spoils,
such salad days, inspired by trackless spheres aloft,
passion filed, like as when, both lover and artist toils,
flew on wings when life was green and soft,

yet, despite the woes and destiny our present foe,
we sallied forth to Autumn's coloured glow.

Inclement climes set early in today,
lacking mercy at dawn's soft hour,
the lake now ruffled torn and dour,
as sad the world was hard at play,

Thus to counter my abysmal gloom
and annihilate nature's harsh brooding storm,
sojourned I, to my much favoured cozy room,
lit the lifeless fire, then my inglenook was warm,

Thus contented I, relaxing by the blazing air,
I thought of thee, soft faced and fair,
tho' dull outside, embraced your vision rare,
whilst inclined upon my rocking chair,

There, dare but I, my eager love set free
and behind the curtained wall, discover
hallow time, where fond thoughts prevail,
and life's emotional knot ne'er be severed.

Arms in cold embrace
Salty tears warm down my face
A smile in my heart

I locked you away
As a forbidden memory
Trying to make you
A piece of history

My mind tried to wipe you
Out of existence
But for some reason my heart
Put up resistance

I don't want this love
I don't want to miss you
But maybe it's my punishment
For what I put you through

You deserve better than me
I honestly admit this
So get out of my head
Go find true joy and bliss

Although I'm not the person
You used to know
It was for the best
You let me go

What you needed from me
I couldn't give you at the time
Trying to make you stay
Would have been a crime

Now my heart is beating faster
And my hands are shaking
Get out of my head
This is a mistake I'm making

I refuse to want you
I've got to stop thinking
But in a flood of memories
Deeper I'm sinking

I'm not going to look for you
Where would I start
The only place I've found you
Was in my heart

Who am I kidding
I wish you would return
And prove that of all the bridges
There's one I didn't burn

I wish I could show you
I've made a change
But I know you're too far
Out of my range

I said I don't want this love
But that was a lie
You're a part of my past
I just can't deny

Maybe we'll meet again one day
And my dream will come true
But right now there's someone at the door
And she looks just... like... you...

I remember the frogs
Bud
Weis
Er
I remember the farting horse and the candle
I remember the monkeys in the office
The koala holding a coffee cup getting punched
The Budwieser Clydesdale horses
Talking babies
The fat dog losing weight
Ferris Bueller selling cars
FedEx delivering helium balloons to the munchkins
The running of the squirrels
Britney Spears Pepsi ad
Castaway parody
Terry Tate tackling employee taking too long on break
Alien saying "Why don't we use FedEx"
Dog biting man on crotch to get Bud Light
Bad dog
Bear dancing with Burt Reynolds
The majic frig is back
Caveman losing job and getting stepped on by a dinosaur
David Letterman and Oprah watching the Colts and Bears(Colts won)
Face slap replacing the fist pump
There were some really funny ones
This year not so funny
Not really
Four million dollars for a 30 second ad
I guess they can't afford to be as funny any more

While the wind and rain passing true
so it's our hopes and dreams changing and passing too.
When you get tired and feeling down from unfulfilled dreams
that slips away or just become too old to keep carry them on
like old shoes that needs to be repaired or thrown away for good,
so as you my friend renew your hopes, polish them and go out
into lanes and the fields,
listen and look at the birds still singing,
they didn't lost art of beautiful voices,
tree branches still waves to unknown passengers
and leaves changing collars,
falling down,
and growing again with each new season...
and just because you lost some dreams
the world didn't stop to go around
so it's you my friend that needs to replays old dream
and spread the new seeds in the world ...

I am the Sphinx.
I am the woman buried in the sand
up to her chin.
I am waiting for an archaeologist
to unearth me,
to dig out my neck & my nipples,
bare my claws
& solve my riddle.

No one has solved my riddle
since Oedipus.

I face the pyramids which rise
like angular breasts
from the dry body of Egypt.
My fertile river is flowing down below-
a lovely lower kingdom.
Every woman should have a delta
with such rich silt-
brown as the buttocks
of Nubian queens.

O friend, why have you come to Egypt?
Aton & Yaweh
are still feuding.
Moses is leading his people
& speaking quilt.
The voice out of the volcano
will not be still.

A religion of death,
a woman buried alive.
For thousands of years
the sand drifted over my head.
My sex was a desert,
my hair more porous than pumice,
& nobody sucked my lips
to make me tell.

The pyramid breasts, though huge,
will never sag.
In the center of each one,
a darkened chamber....
a tunnel,
dead man's bones,
malignant gold.


~SAS~

Can you believe
your death gave birth
to me?

Live or die,
you said insistently.
you chose the second
& the first chose me.

I mourn you.

Is love the sugarcoated
poison that gets us in the
end?

We spoke of men
as often as poems,
We tried to legislate away
the need for love,
the back-seat sex
& earth caressing you.

Why did you do it in
your Mother's bed?
(I know, but also know
I had to ask.)

Our mother's get us
hooked, then leave us
cold, all full-grown
orphans hungering
for love.

You loved a man
who spoke "like greeting
cards."

"He pleasures me
well, but I can't talk
to him."

Poet, we share that awful need
to talk in bed. Love wasn't love
if we could only speak
in tongues.

& the intensity of unlove
increased until the motor,
the running motor could
no longer power the driver,

& you, poet, with miles
to go, would rather sleep.

Between the suicide pills
& giggly vodkas in Algonquin..
Between your round granny glasses
& your eyes blue as glaciers..
Between your stark mother-hunger
& your courage you knew...
you knew there was only
one poem, we all were writing.

No Competition..
the poem belongs to
everyone & God.
I jumped out of your
suicide car & into his arms.

Your death was mine,
I ate it & spit it out.

Now, I sit by the lake
writing to you.
I love a man who makes
my fingers ache.

His beard is disgustingly gray,
his eyes blue as the deepest ocean
& the amazing plum of his tongue
sweetens my brain.

He is like nobody since
I love him-
His manhood sinks
deep within my heart

I write to you off
somewhere in the clouds..
I tap the table like a spiritualist.

Sex is a part of death;
that much I know,
your voice was earth,
your eyes glacier blue,
your slender torso
& long American legs
drape across the huge
Midwestern sky.

I want to tell you
"Wait, don't do it yet,
Love is the poison,
but love eats death."

~SAS

My soul quickly tarries, spirit uneasy in sleep,
and stilled pen rest crooked upon the desk,
there is silence in the resounding echoes
of the memories becoming grotesque.

Yet upon the days birth I do wander,
fields of earthly scents confuse,
expansive blue oceans above
reflects lakes richest hues.

A sincere, sympathetic,
melancholy poet I am
waiting patiently,
impatient pen,

So the words
do now fade
as the pen
does fail.

Again.

~SAS~