Most Commented Nostalgia Poems (1,154)

Persian
Gulf
pearl
urban
from
ancient
times
between
two seas
of salty
tears that
rain down
unrelentingly
while freshwater
springs up like hope
bubbling to the surface
may this aquifer remain
an oasis in the dessert
as the sands of time
blow across the
seas

How great thy vista to my eyes abound,
when late of time, I viewed mt Southland down,
fond childhood memories bid mt heart re-call,
times, when all the trees seemed so tall,
but now, the burning coals of fading day
ignite twilight moments where magic colours play,
and yon not forgotten village lies
harmoniously beneath its genial skies,
its people's thatch and heavens spire,
are gently washed with sunset's living fire,
whilst graveyards' cherished ancient Yew
reach down to kiss the coloured painted dew,
and evening primrose within its shade
with contrasting hues here displayed;
and all that sleep in hedgerows wild
live freely, like as the spirit of a child
whose innocence breathes the air of play
of rapturous joy like this ebbing edge of day,
to await morning's green-mantled care,
as day dissolves in all its wondrous flare,
such artistry each captured rainbow bring
the blushing tints of sweet remembering,
as woolen clouds, their floating charms interlace
the chasing sun, warmth of time, everlasting grace,
So, when the breath of life's no more,
my spirit shall stay by the waters of the Stor.

There's something unspecific about the autumn nights
A certain shade of color that uplifts my inner child's eyes
Beside a cashmere moon Venus and Jupiter shine bright
Complimented by a sea of blinking infinite twilight
The scent of burning oak lingers in the air from home made fires
Reminiscent of a time when this man was just a child
Careless and so free to dream and any dream to live
Like feathers floating across a field carried by the wind
As a gentle breeze blows through the leaves shivering delightful gloom
Unlike flowers of springtime the disheveled autumn vibrance bloom
Leaves crackle beneath my feet along the skeleton tree path
Where I try to find my peace or a song to make me laugh
The air is so much crisper and also soothing when I breathe it in
Underneath a starry sky and brighter constellations of Heaven
Amidst the trail I pass a lovely couple holding hands
While their children run aside frolicking in a playful dance
An old man and his wife admire the view from a wooden bench
With smiles on their face as if nostalgia is still their closest friend
Its these specific autumn affects that bring me sorrows and joy
Reminding me of all theses things Ive wanted as a man since I was a little boy
Its times like these that I wish I wasn't always so alone
Because I would light an fire with my family and call it home

Oh! All ye Poets on this earth,
ply the ink with emotions worth,
pen poetic voice constantly anew
from a spirit that lives in Heaven too,
thereby scents of 'Elysian Fields' consume
to converse with stars and lunar moon,
scribe powered words, oft thunderous,
balanced by lilting charms most wondrous,
e'er mimic the whispering waves of leaves,
for each readers eyes so to please
'neath the blushing skies subtle tinted,
meander amongst the Musk Rose scented,
for this flowering beauty e'er has got
a perfume, that ties the lovers knot,
loitering where the nightingale sing
fond lyrics, that lovers together bring
in a blaze of melodious and rare truth,
no syllable written harsh nor uncouth,
just ink bound scribed divinities,
revealing love in all its mysteries.

Old Jim,he takes the album down
Wipes the dust off with a frown
He cant believe another year
Has come and gone
He slips the vinyl from its sleeve
Being careful not to leave
A thumbprint
Where it does not belong.
He turns on his old pioneer
A relic,of those bygone years
And looks on, as the needle finds the groove
Then he pours himself a Scrumpy Jack
And reaches for his ciggy pack
As that smooth silky vinyl sound
Seeps through.
Jim picks up the record sleeve
And turns it over,to reveal
A rainy winters day in Stephens Green
And three young guys, with stars in their eyes
Rockin n Rollin under leaden skies
In that January scene
In nineteen seventy two
Now forever captured
In Shades of Blue.

Jim remembers that time so well
The sights, the sounds, and that Liffy smell
When he and Sue travelled up from the sticks
To have some fun amongst the city slicks
And he will never forget that fateful night
As they strolled hand in hand,
Under Graftons street lights
Fresh from a picture show,still full of life,
And looking for some action,
Of the musical type
That's when they caught the sound
Of an old blues beat,
Creeping out from a side street
And plucking at the heartstrings,
A lonely guitar
Calling one and all to the Zodiac bar.
In a trancelike state, they were drawn inside
Slow blues were calling,
And there was nowhere to hide
As down the narrow stairway they went
And into that dark and shadowy basement
Sue hanging on tight,for all she was worth
In her platform boots,and denim skirt.
As their eyes grew accustomed,
To the smoke and the dim
They began to move around
And he got some drinks in.
It was then that they first set eyes,
On Phil, and the boys
They were playing in a corner
And making plenty of noise
He made his way up front,with Sue on tow
And he could see that the big man
Was the star of the show
Yes,..the guitarist was inspired
And the drummer was on fire
But for charisma and charm
Phil was the one to admire
And the fans did just that
As they crowded right in
Everyone wanting a piece
Of that would be black king
And Phil just stood there,with that big grin
Yeah man,he was taking it all in
There were rockers,and bikers and posers in suits
Groupies,and snoopies and a few cowboys in boots
All lost in the moment,as Phil laid it on
Yeah,those guys they could do nothing wrong
Everyone was getting up,and going down
But then,thats the way it was.
When the Lizzy boys were in town.
Old Jim remembered Sue having a bit of a laugh
When he went to ask for an autograph,
Well Phil answered the request with a little jest
And duly signed it in his very best

Just then, from inside the cover,
An old polaroid glides
Faded in colour and bent at the sides
Old Jim retrieves it
That snapshot in time
As the music continues
To dip and to climb
On the back of that old picture
That has now started to blister

Best wishes to Jim and Sue
From Phil and the Thin Lizzy boys
January 1972.

lets reminisce of days gone by
of misspent youth

wild years of drugs and booze
hippy loving days

the wondrous smell within
hits as in you go

hey you there don't hog it
pass it this way

smoke clouds flood the room
as you puff

hubbly bubbly goes the bong
boneless you drift

hearing every note sharp and clear
as it washes over you

Shipley Woods, where Ernie
swore the trees were walking
talking, grabbing out for him
bad trip on that purple heart

ah those were the times
all so grand

of that misspent youth of mine
happy days

Silently fall soft snowy bride,
Beneath cold waning moon,
Adorn our naked countryside,
Like white confetti strewn.

Tonight to meet her beau Jack Frost,
She'll wear his sparkling gems,
Lace glinting dress and veil embossed,
With diamond studded hems.

So many joys can Winter bring,
In frozen mystery,
To celebrate our new born King,
Bright star of history.

Young children dance 'neath snow clad roofs,
They sence how Santa's near,
While soon to trace fresh track of hooves,
From his red-nosed reindeer.

I long to see white postcard sights,
Amid sub-zero wind,
Then under lonely Christmas lights,
Pray for lost souls that sinned.

The sky a beautiful blue
Walking on the sand
hand in hand
Just me and you
laughing as a wave
sprays water on our face
We dance in the sand
Your body lean
You sing in my ear
Kissing my hair
I look at you
Your eyes squinted
Your smile crooked
I lean in to your ear
as I whisper
tell me a secret
are you a dream
or is this us

There are times
When I feel an affinity
With an old forgotten book
Dusty and worn
With a sad pitted cover
Where the elements and time
Have taken their toll
The chapters of my life
Make no great reading
Like the book
Neither of us is a classic
But we both have a story
To tell
In pages so steeped
Within sadness and sorrow
As great bitterness and regret
Weep from both our spines
And the glue
Which for so long
Bound us both
To our own existence
Had deteriorated
Beyond all recognition
But more than any other thing
The final two words
Of both our journeys
Remain true and constant
“The End”

Pen me a future, pen me a life,
Write about cowboys, a man and a wife,
Make her a "looker" who's all "can do",
Build him rugged, with "want to".

Give me a family with lots of stay
That'll sure enough tough it- not move away
Cut out a herd for them to graze,
Manage this ranch in holistic ways.

Hang family pictures upon the wall
And sweat stained Stetsons in the hall,
Round-up boys with guns and knives
Show 'em the Lord to run their lives.

Move giggling girls in upstairs
Let them play dress-up and put on airs,
Then ride bareback in the rain
Racing up and down the lane.

Paint me white and trim me blue
Fix my roof and windows too
Ring a bell at dinner time,
Hang a rope for kids to climb.

Tend my garden, make it grow
Mount solar and watch me glow
Fence the yard and mow the grass,
Wave to neighbors as they pass.

Clutter my backroom with cowboy tack
A freezer of beef and spuds in a sack,
Add the smell of coffee perks
Line my shelves with classic works.

Fill me up with Christmas cheer
Pop a cork to start the year,
Ride a toboggan down my hill,
Drink hot cocoa to fight the chill.

Throw a party for the thrill of it
Gather friends, turn beef on a spit,
Choose pie or cake to top your plate,
Oh, such fun! I can hardly wait!

Tune a fiddle and start the dance
Then I'll have had another chance,
You'll then have your cowboy poem,
The Little House That Grew Into A Home.