Most Commented Nostalgia Poems (1,154)

Oh to be young again
bouncing up and down
with giggled drama
running in all ways
free to smile the hours
passing childhood easily
not thinking or caring
when will we grow
up to play tighter
games with rules
we don't understand
the days...the times
poignantly meaningless
what do we care
why should we...we're
seven...eight tops
life is good, playtime
is anytime we can find.
You be the hero this
time...and rescue me

© agoodguy2have 2010-11-16

Approaching trains
brought me to you
my eager journey
at last done
my suitcase too
i climbed down to you

i walk to exit
and family meet
and leave you there
but for a while
yet too return
on cycle rides

my footsteps lie
invisible
upon your back
and o er the bridge
where trains
i loved to spot

and travelling
to plymouth sound
o er viaducts
and country ground
leaving you
a little while

why do you
stay in memory
maybe because
before later storms
you echo days

where there lay warmth
of memory
and sun
cycle journeys
solitude

harbour bays
and plymouth docks
you were
the platform
to such days as these

walking into empty rooms
with only silence there
the party is now over
people leaving happy
you stay to clean the mess
silence she just watches
and gently would caress

noise has left a while
strange the feeling now
the fervour of the voices
replaced by quietness
the glasses, plates, bottles
the remnant of the guests
silence she just watches
and gently would caress

in silence
contemplation
now the partys over
and a mix of feelings
come knocking
at your door
those familiar
after thoughts
in silence
of clean up.

Lady lady watching me
every time i stop to see
lady on the sands of time
calling me with her mystery

Today is the sunshine
of tomorrow,
as well...
the moon of yesterday.

Tomorrow holds expectancy
of hope,
as well...
potential for sorrow.

Yesterday gave birth
to history,
as well...
death to time wasted.

Today, Tomorrow & Yesterday
A Slot Machine of Time.

Once i heard a thoughtful song
its theme was goin back
cut by dusty springfield
a fairly well known track

oliva song of country roads
gave her much success
helen shapiro got a hit
in walking to happiness

yesterday when i was young
windmills of my mind
tom jones was coming home
to a place he left behind

going through the scrapbook
of the pages of your time
paper roses, empty cups
and boxes left behind

penny lane a memory lane
walk me once again
love came out in sunshine
and left in pouring rain

memories just like a quilt
with coloured patterns lay
take me back country roads
amongst the new mown hay

dreamers only ever dream
of better days thats true
but in the realm of memories
is where i m walking too

How many hours, days, years will i Live?
How many teeths remain to me should i achieve?!!!

The universe, the stars, the sun go to their home;
I feel i want revolt against this old storm
of loneliness.

The time doesn't wait or spray,
It's gone on our memories,
and one day it will be no sky
to see in my stories
unless i will try...

My home my freedom
my moon my overcome

On our virgin book and after tomorrow i believe
and maybe all the past time we will retrieve.

My fantasies when young were vivid, descriptive and rudely fun.
My fantasies when young took me to exotic locales, where everyone had a really tight bun.
My fantasies when young made my everyday grind seem more exciting and fantastically colored.
My fantasies when young as I look back on them now, cause my heart to run and my face to flush.

My fantasies mid-life caused me no strife, they seemed pretty normal for a housewife.
My fantasies mid-life consisted of hard work, the house with attached garage and kids.
My fantasies mid-life had a staid respectability, most fitting for my grand scheme for me.
My fantasies mid-life as I look back on them now, cause no angst, no embarrassing flushes, how boring.

My fantasies in my now-life cause ripples of anticipation, waves of passion, not least of which were mini-tropical vacations.
My fantasies in my now-life give me the freedom to explore, to seek out the new, to intensely feel with every fiber of my being.
My fantasies in my now-life tease and taunt me quite deliciously; I taste fully and savor each bite, I hunger for more.
My fantasies in my now-life are pleasurable for me; i wonder will my fantasies age gracefully along with me or will they fade into obscurity?

I watched you fall from the heavens.
Glistening in the sunshine.
You made me feel so alive inside.
The coolness of your caress upon my skin.
You brought back so many memories.
New and old.
Your touch felt like many sweet kisses upon my body.
Not a part of me felt untouched.
Beautiful little raindrops from heaven.

Sometimes I hear a song playing on the radio it takes me back to a time of yesteryear.
When I had the whole world ahead of me. And plans as big as the sea.
I thought all those plans were going to be wrote in stone.
Little did I know what life had in store for me.
I can't say I haven't enjoyed the roads I have traveled.
I have lived many life's in this life time of mine.
But I can say I miss some of the roads I know I will never cross again.
I use to think all the time.
Don't know how I would get in so much trouble with all that thinking.
I have seen so much.
Learned so much and loved so hard.
I never knew how heart rendering this life could be.
Thank you God thru it all you loved me.
When I was young and starting out you would have never thought I would be the woman I grew into.
But in life if nothing else I have learned one does what one has to do.
And my conscious was the dictator of what I had to do.
I am sorry for the pain I have caused others.
I wish I could say that statement was not true.
That I have never caused pain.
I have seen first breaths being taken by new born babes.
I have seen the last breaths taken by those going home.
I have felt so loved and so alone.
Sometimes I have felt them both at the same time.
I have never felt the need to push myself or my opinions on another.
I have also never let people push theirselfs or their opinions on me.
I have always known right from wrong.
No matter what I decided to do I knew.
Now here I am with so much behind me.
Wondering what is left to be.
It reminds me of something I heard before.
The best is yet to come.
And with all the wisdom I have gained.
I know it will not come till I am ready to recieve.
I also know if I had of refused the pain.
My life would have not been the happy one I see.