Most Commented Nostalgia Poems (1,154)

I feel so alone
My heart has turned to stone
I’m so cold
I can’t get warm
My eyes are glazed
All the tears I’ve shed
I sometimes feel so dead
My head hurts
My lips move
Never making a sound
As I fall to the ground
I ask myself what can I do
As I sit here feeling blue
My heart is broke
Everything has come undone
I can no longer see the sun
All I see is darkness

I am not a poet but feel like I want to write one.
I am not a singer , but feel like I want to sing a song.
I am not a musician but feel like I want to play a musical instrument.
I am not an author but feel like I want to write a book.
I am not a magician but feel like i want to do magic.

I pause here and think that if I carry on like this ,
This will be even more boring and long.!

I want to do lots of things but I don’t know how .
Actually I can’t do much but to envy others for the talents they possess.
They share their talents and brightens our lives,
Brings a smile to our faces,
Makes us think ,
Makes us curious .

I am not a poet, so why am I writing this in this forum.
I am not a poet and this is not a poetry.

I can smell the wood fires burning
Lighting up the hillside with their smoke
Like so many chimneys on the ridge line
Burning bright hot with seasoned oak
Casting up spires like great castles
Cathedrals with styles most baroque
Warmth is promised in abundance
Whatever your comfort may invoke
We gather round the table for supper
And in great earnest a prayer is spoke
The candles burn throughout the night
Such peaceful purpose they evoke
A mood that burns with a soft glow
Good hearted as our mountain folk

Just as I ponder on my thoughts
I feel uneasy to comprehend
For life itself is a struggle
People say only the fittest will survive
Am I one of the fittest?
Have I been the cause for someone or something to lose the chance
To survive in this world
To sustain myself?

Just thinking of it makes
My bowels turn n churn
Oh I feel so uneasy
It's really difficult to comprehend
As life means all things
Great and small, birds and fish
Fowls and bulls and goats
Oh the list goes on and on.

I look out the window
see snowflakes.
Like ballerinas dancing
to inaudible music.
People wrapped
in colorful scarves
wandering
through the streets of the city.
They go to homes
to warm hands
in the bonfire of love.
I look out the window
my hands
are still cold.

I never forget that moment
when i connected to connecting singles
and started to share my feelings to others
who never make feel, as i am alone here.
i came here to connect one !
but i did with many,
they are sharing feelings and emotions,
they are not thinking about their limits,
and says there is no boundaries in earth,
while some one makes walls in their minds,
that never satisfies them in the earth.
we don't have any time to waste
but need to make some trust !

In a soft whisper I greet the day.
Accompanying chorus, birdsong welcoming in it’s own way.
The passing days providing the fruits from what we have learned.
Bitter lessons and sweet treasures earned.
Jewels of wisdom, a sparkle in the eye.
Such gifts to give to friends held close by.
All the joy it brings,
To see love flow from eternal springs.
Who knows exactly what we were meant to do?
However there are certain things that feel right and true.
I wish I knew why things sometimes go so wrong.
I guess not all things belong.
A collective soul of who we have been to who we are.
We have all come so far.
Gathering together to bring our very best.
Times of hard work and times of rest.
A world of beauty for those who know,
What it takes to make things flourish and grow.
In a soft whisper I greet the day.
A simple appreciation, the best way.

here we are...once again beside the fire
bitter wind whistling from outside through the eaves
an acoustic tune piping low envelops
gently cradling us in our rockers sway
snug in our old jeans and flannel shirts
I tamp my pipe as you border a blanket
oil lamps way down glimmer
outside..snow covered fields stark and naked
winter is such a damnable alien land
safe inside our shelter
we hold one another in our eyes
and in our gentle nature
later we'll cling to one another
unclothed 'neath crisp quilts
our bodies warming
but for now, in evenings glow
we breathe...and we smile
our bodies several feet apart
our hearts...
joined eternal!

CROSSROADS
I met up with crossroads back when,
I must have been about nine or ten.
We saw these signs along the side
Of a dusty road on a weekend ride.

We’d often drive to places unknown,
Down any road that would lead from home.
These untraveled paths we’d follow
To city, town or sleepy hollow.

We followed the signs that led nowhere
We tried so hard, but never got there.
We travelled for miles, just on and on
Down that same dirt road all day long.

We rode around in circles that day
And never managed to find our way.
Until the sun set and the moon was high
And the stars shone brightly up in the sky.

The same old crossing, the same old sign
The same old path, the same old line.
Eventually all our hopes were gone
We turned back to where we came from.

Down the same dirt road on the path of time
I still follow the map and I read every sign.
Down the dusty road, going around and around
Still searching for a place that cannot be found.

striking difference between
abandon love and
love with abandon

the vastness of it
like opening your shirt
welcoming caress or bullet

simply one little hole
between shoot and shot
victimize and victim

merely one small arc
allusion and illusion
are so far apart

any line vectored
will justify the
rise of today

the keystone blocked
holding it tight
balanced side to side

wind turning fresh
it's good to be
here with you

© agoodguy2have 2010-05-14