Last Commented Nostalgia Poems (1,154)

Pounding of the nails sealing for all time

Idle fascination is it a crime

Noise of children at play mirrored sounds

Old man silenced who was well past his prime




Still upon the ground barely breathing bird

Twisted wounded broken wing still can fly

Wind gently blowing bringing back to life

Soaring back to life leaving behind cry



A circle no ending no beginning

Rain producing rainbows for all to see

Peace love happiness is yours if you want

Life projects what you give is what you be



A closing of the door a brand new start

Loving life with a clean pureness of heart


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I know I cannot take with me
my smart phone,
my stereo,
my books,
my guitar
or any of my other favourite objects.

But what if the soul remembers?

I don't want to forget at any rate
the smell of rain,
the fragrance of flowers,
the caressing of a light breeze,
the chirping of birds,
the laughter of children,
the taste of a good dinner,
the touch of smooth pebbles,
the smile of girls
and (oh yes!) the perfection
of the nice round buttocks of women,
the lack of which
would take away all the fun
of my ending up
in Heaven.

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

A moment on time a glance
The open space
The view the window
To gaze upon

The open fields
Of lush green
The sun high above
The glare on the window

The sweet on your brow
You look and gaze
Lost on a moment of time
The clatter of the trains

Vibrating wheels
You gaze at the world as you thunder past
You watch as object flash bye
There than gone

Fileds of green trees on bloom
Harvest waiting
Growing on the midday sun
Waitng

You dream you watch as you journey past
Too your destination you arrive
Your journey ends

Yon lofty hills, dear lingering youth,
when we climbed life's sisyphean slope,
amid tumbling rocks, yet struggled on in hope,
now, backward glance on labours oft uncouth,
each blind day, we, green faith applied
upon the anvil of life's harsh forged sway,
each and every aching limb, relentlessly applied
the burning coals, to fire destiny's unspoken play,
to climb the summits unattainable spoils,
such salad days, inspired by trackless spheres aloft,
passion filed, like as when, both lover and artist toils,
flew on wings when life was green and soft,

yet, despite the woes and destiny our present foe,
we sallied forth to Autumn's coloured glow.

On the line
I hang some postcards
I sit and ponder
The views I see

On display
Images of life I would like to see
What lies a head
My past have seen

My post cards my past
They are written change can not be
My past my memeries
Stored on my post cards

I post them on my line there
In front of me
my future what will I see
There on my post card posted for me

I heard a record of
the celtic harp,
and relived the bardic times
Of wild tales of valour
Steeped in mystery
and Merlin's magic.
Fairies danced in the moonlight
as the Bard sang
To the tune of the harp.
Men lived in honourable strife
And drank to dead heroes
Women loved and respected
Were happy in their lot
Never thought of equality
They knew their power.
Wisdom oft was sought
from seers
skilled in the ancient arts
when gods walked the earth.
Rome destroyed the Celtic world
Now enslaved in hymn and prayer
and never a harp to be heard.

I opened a bottle of ale
and drank to the memory
of the Celtic world
and days of the bardic harp.

Oh I wish so much to go back,
Oh I wish so much to storm back into town,
In our street of only three house,
Where's so easy, so familiar, for a day.
Where guests come without notice,
Where’s no envy and no malice, dearest home,
Where birth is celebrated
And last tribute’s paid to someone with whole lot.

Time, oh time is spinning snowstorm,
And the neighbors all departed on their way,
And when houses were leveled
You and I, my friend, were joking, no harm made.
Once a year a letter stingy,
Christmas greeting and good wishes,
Live long life.
Eight quiet even lines exactly
In some different handwriting,
And so long!

Oh I wish so much to go back,
Oh I wish so much to storm back into town,
In our street of only three house,
Where's so easy, so familiar, for a day.
Where guests come without notice,
Where’s no envy and no malice, dearest home,
Where birth is celebrated
And last tribute’s paid to someone with whole lot.

Now in dreams come to me faces,
Cannot recognize half of them,
Light is bright.
Year passed, I open mail box,
Only two newspapers in it, and no mail.

Oh I wish so much to go back,
Oh I wish so much to storm back into town,
In our street of only three house,
Where's so easy, so familiar, for a day.
Where guests come without notice,
Where’s no envy and no malice, dearest home,
Where birth is celebrated
And last tribute’s paid to someone ...
And last tribute’s paid to someone with whole lot.

These gentle hues of sunset, provoke these tears upon my face
Thinking of times, in the past, of which I can't replace,
Dreams manifest themselves, thinking of long past misery,
Beauty is in the eye the beholder, and she meant everything to me,
My emotions make as a puppet, my master to control from above,
I can't help myself from wondering about my distant love,
I never want lose these things that make me real,
But I'm constantly manipulated by all these things I feel,
I was but a pawn in this corruptive game called love,
And in my times of hardship, she was my peace-keeping dove,
I wish I could tell everyone how I feel, I wish I could make them see,
She was was the key to the chains on my soul, that unlocked them and set me free,
The gentle hues of sunset provoke these tears upon my face,
Dwelling on thoughts of the past, and emotions I cannot erase.

Come on down!
Your the next contestant on the Price is Right!
First you have to be closest to the actual price without going over
Come up on stage and play a pricing game
Plinko is my favorite
You earn chips by guessing if the price for an item is higher or lower
Then you take your chips and climb up some stairs to the Plinko board
You release a chip and it bounces around on some pegs
Then it lands it slots of 100, 500, 1,000, 10,000, or 0
I play a version of this at the Labor Day picnic in Dickeyville
There you get toys for prizes
Cliffhanger is another favorite of mine
You guess the price of prizes
Then the cliffhanger goes up the mountain for every dollar you are off
You get 25 dollars that you can be off for three items
If you can keep him from falling off after three items
You win the big prize
The clock game is fun too
You have to guess the price of the prize
Then you are told if you are higher or lower than the actual price
If you can get two prices right in less than 30 seconds
You get a cash reward
I miss Bob Barker
Drew Carrey is like Jay Leno
He's nice enough
So is Jimmy Fallon
But just not as good as Johnny Carson or Bob Barker