Last Commented Nostalgia Poems (1,154)

Goodbye old toys,
Forgotten relics of the past
You hide in the attic in obscurity

Closing my eyes tightly yet still seeing
Time and time again I closed them tightly
Some things just never change always the same
The gift of seeing beyond ones eye sight

Usually unable to change the vision
Humans have a way of fighting the truth
Not wanting to believe what they can't see
Their always wanting the tangible proof

The pain is so great I can barely look
My heart already grieving for the loss
If I say would you believe me and change
If not would you turn and love be the cost

Wishing to tell you yet turning away
Hoping this time I will be wrong I pray

When heartstrings pull, can you ignore
You may try, but like a swinging door
Flashes of memory, creep through
Whenever allowed, never on cue

Stirring emotions, you can't push away
Something will trigger, on another day
Until you accept, you must spend time
Sifting options, bringing powerful signs

Stored memories, buried once before
Knowing each creak, from a swinging door
Takes you back to a place, you once knew
The sounds -smells-tastes, aren't new

Reminders of that time, you miss
Like missing touch or friendly kiss
Once comforting, now able to stir
Emotional memories , that you can lure......

Sitting here behind my window,
watching the anger of the rain
pelting down as if in pain.
The wind doing its best
to blow it over the hills
to the forest in the west.
My latter years spent pondering
sitting here watching the world go by.
Memories pouring as fast
as the rain, into my brain.
Had it all been worthwhile?
Such negative thoughts for me,
myself, always full of new adventures.
Had I enjoyed this ride?
I can only say, there is more to come.
So cannot truthfully answer.
As the rain pelts down,
cleaning my windows,
giving me a clearer view.

I was just a little cowgirl of maybe two or three
And tired of riding horses upon my daddy's knee;
So I was given this old stick horse and for hours I would ride,
Chasing imaginary dogies with my heeler dog a'side.

I toddled out behind my dad 'cause I thought I was a hand
Just a regular 'ol cowpuncher riding for his brand;
Dad was awful excited, he had something for me to see,
Saddled up there in the barn was this good Paint mare for me.

The saddle we had was way too big, for I was pretty small
Daddy told me not to fret, there was no problem at all;
He took two worn old stirrups and laced them to a girt;
And tied them to the saddle horn and I sat there pretty pert.

He tied the old split reins into a hard fast knot
Just so that I wouldn't lose them when we began to trot;
I began that day to tag along wherever Dad would go,
I was finally a cowgirl and my heart was all aglow.

Well I grew to fit that saddle and to rein without the knot
I even got a faster horse,'cause Paint would only trot;
We'd ride up in the mountains, rounding up the cows and sheep,
We'd ride all day from dawn to dusk, then unsaddle feed and sleep.

And now I am much older and I still run the ranch
My dad will come to help me out when he has the chance;
I gather the cows in the pickup truck, with modern pens at hand,
And sometimes my love of ranching is hard to understand.

Then I gaze at my first stirrups hanging on the wall
And they remind me of that time when I was very small;
The life of a cowgirl is what I chose to lead,
And all cowgirls in Texas are of a very special breed.

We are everywhere in the state from the Red to the Rio Grande
So please, when you see us, come over and shake our hand;
You'll find a very tender lady underneath our skins of brown,
And on our heads a well worn hat that we wear just like a crown.

We are the real heart of Texas with a will you can't deny
Our hearts and souls belong to God, until the day we die;
So when you speak of Texas do not leave this thought unsaid,
And remember all us cowgirls we're Texas born and bred.

From monuments high
On pillars of stone
She stands alone
Her gaze

Her features
Her sensual body set in stone
Frome granite stone
Her gaze fixed

She stands
For all to see
Model set in stone For she is the attraction
The model for all to see

This is the first Saturday of the year
And I have the day off
I am so glad because last year
I drove in the snow
And slid my car into a curb at work
And spent 660 dollars to get it fixed
I had to work some other year
Where we only worked two hours
And get some stupid meeting before we could get out of Dodge
Today I put my tree away and all my Christmas decorations
I also cleaned out my oven
Because I cooked a turkey way back in November
And the juices ran out onto the bottom of my oven
I should have cleaned it right away
Because I cooked a pizza the other day
And had old turkey smell in my apartment
Gross!
So tonight I will go watch some hockey fights
Maybe get lucky and get hit by a puck
It has been 24 years since the last puck hit me in my shoulder
Eat some pizza
Drink some pop
Watch my dvrs and see if the Lions won tonight

So I’m back home, now clock goes right,
While I was gone here reigned a hush,
And only silence screamed and cried
In soundless voice quelled by the dust.

Now it’s alive again – my hearth,
But seems as if its luster died,
Reminds old wizard thinking hard
Remembering secret lost in time.

It wants to turn the gifts of earth
And roots into the victuals good,
And give its warmth and sate with food
Me, weary tramp, now back, back home.

Unknowing
as Most

I began my stride
My path


Like a marathon

Smidgens of hand outs

at times


A

Wealth
Simply smothered in Knowledge
What feast!



Filtered
Yes

Back then

(Knowledge)
It will
and

would caress

Yet Be So Far Away
Tucked away for many years

BUT
CAPTURED!
Waiting to dance


They stood at the sidelines
finish line ahead

"Isn't it a ribbon?"

I just ran
sweeping all

There I halted my stride

LAST

"Time of impact?"



HAPPINESS!!!!!!!!!
Cloaked in

"which emotiion would YOU "Take"

OR
CHOOSE

Yes



I

as walk

run

fall

into our storms

Circling

around me

"Thinking
This must Stop"!





"I BREATHE"


So

"It's up to me"


....I thought so....

SS

XX

Every day one minute is a memory
of seconds gone by

Tho bright the stars,
willful damage can
serpentine to a lie

On arms of carnage
yet deeper
wrapping of the
soul

One new bell
shall always toll

Slipping silently
through
the newest day

my memories
crept up
dug in
pebbled

to always lay

Washed with streams
of hidden treasure

Love has
no soldered
leisure

It shall be
and leave
to caress

streams too fast
for any I guess