Most Commented Nostalgia Poems (1,154)

Arms that hold me close nestling safely

Sunshine pouring strength into my bones

All gathered, it is time for the bell to ring

Progressing seems quicker than telephone




Reaching out to touch you but you are gone

Flowers essence that seems to linger on

Rain drops wash away all my cares today

As I trace the lines, the etching of life




Rocking chair holding dreams of once was there

Days and nights go on, no longer matter

Smile upon the lips and eyes glazed over

Is it dementia or mad hatter




Life has taken my youth it is now gone

My memories are mine leave them alone





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brunette hair intoxicates
Sexy eyes she dances for him
her gourges curves dance

She girates her heavenly curves
Intoxicating her heavenly charms she performs
Her intoxicating charm
Her belly dance

Under her spell in the moment
She rolls her hips sways her txts
He gazes as she dances for him

silky soft skin intoxicating amour
For she the dancer captivates him

On the mantle place
With pride of place
You polish and clean
You wind up

Your daily routine
You make sure
You clean it so well
Shines and polishes well

Its face so clean and body
Shines your image seen
Like a mirror
Your face can be seen

Its you rs to polish
Handed down like treasure
From generation to generation
From mother to daughter father to son

You look after it with care
You watch over
You view it daily
You look after it

For you know it yours forever and ever

DIVINE ROARS OF THIS SPECIAL BREED; ARE FOREVER, INSTILLED, IN MEN OF GREED! THE MIGHTY DRAGON, FOREVER SOARS; WITHIN, THE WRETCHED MINDS, OF HOMELESS WHORES! BE NOT QUICK TO JUDGE, WHEN YOU, NO NOT THE FACTS; FOR WITHIN YOU LIES THE TRUTH, SO JUST RELAX! DRAGONS STILL SOAR TODAY; THE IMMORTAL PUFF, AND HIS FRIEND JACKY, WILL FOREVER, LIVE AS ONE, I PRAY!

Maple old, maple old,
Maple old it knocks on door,
It's inviting us with friends to go out for stroll.
Tell me why, what goes on,
Why I’m feeling such a joy?
It’s because I see you walking on the sidewalk.

Oh snowfall, that snowfall,
It’s been long since showfall’s gone,
It’s as though the spring as guest has come to see us.
Tell me why, what goes on,
Why I’m happy, why feel joy?
It’s because you have just given me a big smile.

Open eyes, open eyes,
Look above at dome of sky,
Look at how it’s shining clean and bright above us!
Tell me why, what goes on,
Why accordion plays this song?
It’s because one heart is pining for musician.

Winter‘s Knocking!

Tis a fact, winter's knocking on our door!

Soon all the rustic golden fallen leaves
will be replaced by the white crispy
sparkling fairy crystals that winter's
scenes are painted with!

Dancing, swirling flakes, the nymphs of the Ice Queen
entourage will soon appear.

Silvery feathers artistically floating in the air,
dusting particles of their un-tread whiteness
of virgin fluffy snow upon the ground.

Awaiting nature's bird & animal kingdom’s footprints to paint
their presence in "Winter's Fantasy Garden".

Oh! How I wish I could once again tramp it's snow drifts
and tread upon it's beauty!

Oh! To walk among it's wondrous icy kingdom again,
but alas creeping age has introduced me to
the handi-cap cane & walker!

Now I gaze upon it's beauty thru the picture window
of life gone bye!

Poetic Ice sculpture by
JimEee

Where did the years go?
to the things we believed in
to love, and life and family
to comfort in our skin
time did not vanish
it did not run and hide
it is not held captive
nor like the wind outside
time runs through us
entwining with each soul
etched into our memmories
making our lives whole

AS FEET OF A PANTHER
SHE GRACES THE WOODEN STAGE
WITH FIRE LIGHT AGLOW
HER LONG CELESTIAL LEGS DO PEEK
FROM UNDERNEATH
SCARLET SILK TURKISH DRESS
HER BLACK RAVEN HAIR ALL WILD
EYES OF SPARKLING DIAMONDS
SHE DOETH TEMPT
SHE MOVES WITH A SOFT SEDUCTION
SWAYING TO THE BEAT
VOLUMPTOUS HIPS BEGIN TO
ROLL LIKE UNTAMED LOVERS
DELICATE ARMS MOVING
BELLY ASHINE WITH FIERY LATHER
SHE STEPS TO EACH BEAT
LIKE A TEMPEST OF STORM
FIERY FRENZY
SIDE TO SIDE
THE GATHERING CAUGHT UP
FOR HER MOVES BEWITCHING
EACH MAN ALIKE
AS SHE SLOWS
WOLVES DO HOWL
A SINGLE CRIMSON ROSE
FALLS TO HER FEET..

The world seems so full, when we're happy
Full of life and abundance of good things!
We see rainbows that never were, visible...
We see the sea so bright and blue kissing the shores
We see the birds and hear them singing throughout!
We see life waiting just to be lived till we're old and grey!


We see all the world in darkness, when we're sad
So blurry and not showing signs of ever clearing!
Bleakness dwells within four walls and outside too...
Remorse follows us throughout the day
Drawing us into recklessness and withdrawing
Emotions that cannot be mended for ever till we lie silent!

Softly sweet, here the setting sun blushing stain
shimmering rivulets upon golden fields of grain,
her subsiding rays harmonize late hours dying art,
whilst we, life strolling free view its fiery heart,
oft blindfolded, pay but mute service to nature's charm,
weave vespers kaleidoscope, dulcet days soft sung balm,
focus keen our short hours, like as a sea spun wave,
she to the returning tide, we to the solitary grave,
leave our lofty schemes, wet eyed awash, a barren cry,
therefore neglect not, the hours that swiftly pass us by,
once its glory flown, e'er estranged from youth's green door,
flowerless, as the deserts, thirst stricken waterless floor,

Alas! life's fragile path, oft traversed sightless alone,
impotent to the difference twixt the neglected and the sown.