Most Commented Nostalgia Poems (1,154)

A Memory

My childhood back yard
With weta's in the hedge

Train Whistle Splits /
The Middle Of The Night
Restless Hobos Out
For A Ride~>
Clickety=Clack...
Clickety=Clack...
On Down That Track >

I listen to music
I remember days, New
Saddle blankets, dusty gear
Sweet straw under beauty’s feet

The air mocks days in duster and hat
Rain popping on felt
I feel the wetness on my cheek
I’m in love with this moment

I listen to music and I remember
Tents and campfires
Horses sleeping, breathing in time
With the frogs on mossy rocks

There is no heaven after death
Heaven is what we find
Random gifts
I’ve come to believe

I see your face, I hear your voice
Are you in hiding, maybe by choice
As seasons change, and life goes on
Memories linger, from a special song

Life is for living, so we learn to accept
Remembering doubts, upon us crept
Words and images, will always remind
In those quiet moments, our past rewind

Joys, hopes and laughter, ours to keep
Our happiness unique, from us will seep
From our person, as we share day to day
Walking through life, in our own special way

Images stir us alive, never forgotten
An avenue of trees, decked in blossom
You have a favourite memory you hold
Lift spirits, make you happy acting bold

Whether fragrance, adds to the pleasure
I love from my past, but I cannot measure
Against memories, retained in my heart
Drifting back in time, and miles apart

Past images so strong, special to me
Build momentum, each time I see
Nature's image, tree lined streets
Or farmland orchards, for family meets

Links carried, from strangers who cared
Designing avenues, for the future to share
Different sides of universe, a trigger too
To stir inner emotions, for those passing through

Pockets of special places, dot world's spaces
Lifting smiles, to visitors-residents faces
Little reminders, triggers of the mind
Personal video camera, to emotionally bind

Brown,yellow,and leafy green. Shaded,cool,and beauty serene. Nodded and swayed in the lazy breeze, Grew and obeyed gods natural decrees. Beneath twisted the pathway that led to you. Marked by twigs and bark with antique hue. Blades of grass came forth to tell the story,of a pathway now untrod filled with glory,and of moments in a by gone day. When I walked with you that way,Or sought to find you on the lawn of your little home one pritty dawn, or dreamed for hours and hours of the home that could be ours. But someday, I know dear one, that I shall see that you are coming down that pathway to me.

As the seasons of this life change
My story continues to be written on page by page.
Been there and came back again.
Don’t know when it will end.
But when its time.
I’ll smile and leave everything behind.

I close my eyes and wonder in my mind to a man who wants me just as I am, one who I feel I can't live my life without, I can see him in my mind, I know him he has my soul, and I am existing until he finds me, if not in this life then in the next, for he is who my mind, body and soul crave. I am finding it hard to stay alive inside while I wait, and find I die a little with each let down, soon there will be nothing inside for him to find and I will return to the earth, to rest for a few hundred years and be forgotten as a far away star, remembered now and then as a ray of moonlight shines into the window..

I could only stand within the shallows

Was I secretly looking in?

Creeping Walls of total deceit
Crawling upon his feet
as the hammers of "Pink Floyd"
threw their fury

Sirens screamed
Intense of Dogs
they howled
A crawl place to a brief moment of security
Unaware alone at 8

Wrapped warm with a tiny hat
just finding bread
Cant close my coat, no buttons left

Its okay I feel the road with worn out shoe
I still
will find what people look for

My mama needs me as does my pa
hes in this fighting war you know

I am the one to help them survive

Yet

The world was at war

Hands clasped so hard against his ears

Shaking little body

So silent thinking

"this has to go away!"


"I want to go out and play,

please"

Finding crumbs of bread around him
a scraping of his fingers dutifully pocketed
running in to the silence
to a home no more

With fires burning people crying
along his street he ran

A hand reached out and grabbed him
tears flowed upon his face

something so beautiful, bad and so wrong

Had gone

"best you come with me young boy"

Scrunching the bread stuck inside his pocket
He knew he was alone.

Anger reaped through out his body

tears to no one fell,
just a lasting look of ramshackled death was layed within his eyes.

At 14 my grandfather ran away to sea.

No name appears on my stone
there are no flowers strewn
grasses grows knee high
full of thorny brambles
how did this come to pass
that so soon I am forgotten
no longer in memories am I
yet but a few short years
have passed since my death
my name once on many lips
now only sighed by the wind
as it passes my resting place
now, forsaken, forgotten
out of sight and out of mind
nothing now remains of me
just my crumbling bones
moulder away deep in the earth