Last Commented Nostalgia Poems (1,154)

The movie of you
stuck in my mind,
same episode
thoughts of you
in reverse...

I make
meek adjustments,
random consolations,
but the script
remains the same...

A constant replay,
tsunami of grief,
like drowning
in your own lungs
hard to breathe
as time passes...

What to blame?
the heart lives on,
things you did,
random memories
of missing you,
things you didn't do...

Maybe you
were just
a B movie,
cheap sequel,
pure exploitation,
an in-betweener...

It would have
been really nice,
if you were sorry,
or blow me a kiss,
perhaps even
giving a real one...

My mind
playing in reverse,
reliving every pleasure
we shared,
most precious being
replays of I love you...

There was a time I lived for tomorrow not for today.
In a rush to fulfill my dreams. Letting nothing stand in the way.
Reaching high I didn't mind felt the world was there for me.
Then I reached a time of living life in yesterday.
Today was to painful to see.
All my dreams seemed to fade as I looked at what was left.
Just memories of a life I loved, just hanging in the past.
Then I woke to find life moving way to fast.
And I craved to live again.
To feel the thrill of life.
To enjoy till the end.
To live each moment as it comes.
To live life till its done.
So no more living in the past for it is already gone.
The future is not here who knows I might never see.
So I will take the right here the right now for me.
So I will take each day as if tomorrow may not be.

When the world gets too much and emotion overwhelms you, I find I like to hide in the shadows, it enfolds you in a strange calm, a blanket that shields you from any eyes .. But sometimes, just sometimes, a unique person reaches into the shadows and just softly strokes your face, your hair and looks into your soul, its scary finding out you can be seen;) but maybe just maybe they can discover a way over the wall and find your hiding place, and maybe they could be the other half of your soul, for we don't know who fits, could be the last place you think of looking;) and they find you.. Always hold onto hope..

I look up the hill where your tree once stood...full of life, proud to flare its green penants every Spring for all to see .

Now you're gone...and so is the tree.The minutes fall into hours and the hours inevitably become days...and still your words stand the test of time...your image and voice carry on your legacy...your fans only know the pain of your words; not the pain of your Soul.

You dressed your life in eloquence...the words dancing on your tongue ....dancing like the green penants of the tree...leaves dancing all the year, until they could dance no more; like you Annie, you 'could dance no more'.

I'll stay here, in this place...this rustic old cabin; waiting for the Spring to bring the tree back to Life again; and your words to resound again from these green hills...waiting for you....here from the bottom of the Hill.

He came from the old west
His name was Bundango
He could shoot the wings off of a housefly at 50 paces
The only time he smiled was after he killed a guy
He was as hard as granite
And as mean as a rattlesnake
He never paid for a drink
The bartender was too afraid to ask him to pay
He cheated at cards
The saloon patrons would never call him on a cheat
Cause they knew they would be dead men if they did
Bundango ate the same thing every meal
Flapjacks, bacon, and whiskey
Enough whiskey to send most mere mortals to an early grave
But not old Bundango
No sir
Bundango liked to smoke Cuban cigars
He could make smoke rings real good
So if you ever cross paths with Bundango
Be sure to look the other way and leave him be
He might just let you live
So goes the legend of Bundango

Ever noticed that as you fight
claw your way through life
that as soon as you overcome
one adversary another two spring up

all of your life is a fight
you fight your way through
from the time of birth
until that very final end

its how we face each challenge
how we cope from day to day
that defines who we are
makes us either saint or sinner

I think you know you have done
as much as you can to live well
when at the very end people
say this was a person who tried

to always give their best
someone that helped others
before they helped themselves
this would be a fine epitaph

So as I lie here sleeping
I seek you in my dreams
sensing you draw nearer

I feel your gentle touch
soft whisper in my ear
the brush of your lips

I know that it is you
your scent teases me
joyously I reach out

you come in the night
filling me with delight
I bask in your sight
as you hold me tight

I sighed at your touch
my arms reaching out
feeling you draw closer

I want you, I need you
You Come to me and then
softly gently you take me
into your strong arms

holding me close to you
sighing in delight
I surrender to you
in the darkness of night

Down in the woods
deep in the glen
is our fairy home
a place of wonder
hid from human eye

some think us a myth
a tale for kids
be that as may be
we are just hidden
tucked away from sight

when a fairy ring
you find, pause
look around
feel the beat
of fairy wings

if you wish to see
our fairy queen
a special stone
you will need
to go to the brook

search there carefully
and you will find
a glamour stone
this will enable you
to espy her or us

through the hole
you must look
magically now
we will appear
clear as day

maybe, maybe
a wish we
will grant you
if we think you
have been good

Today the much stronger woman decided that the child inside who found something special for the 4th time and was crushed needs to be protected, and these men who promise to protect her I can see will always hurt her, she's too crushed to feel right now so the woman is putting her into a gold soft cage with love and gentle bubbles and sending her to the clouds where my angel Julie will keep her safe..
The woman left behind is stronger alone and will in time grow hard and be able to cope.
For now she doesn't need to feel too much and maybe even that in time will fade, the yearning to be held and wanted, loved and protected and to give my whole soul and body will die and I will have peace..

do you know...
do you know what pefume i like and wear, and if i like flowers or spice?
do you know what colour i wear on my toenails, and if i wear red lipstick i feel like flirting and it gives me courage, and if i wear pink i want to be soft and quiet?
do you know what movies make me cry, and why?
do you know what time of the month i get emotional and bleed, and do you understand?
do you know what inspires me, or moves me, or makes me laugh, what makes me want to be better?
do you know the woman inside, the girl who wants to be held for nothing, cuddled and told she's safe no matter what?
do you know my dreams and goals, and who in my family makes me sad?
do you know if i sit in the corner in the dark and never believe i will be found, and if i feel like i will always be the good friend and never the one someone wants more?
do you know if i always back off and think others are more important, and try to understand the ache inside, why i am incomplete, and why i am scared to trust too quickly?
or......do you just know,how i can be made to moan and writh in ecstasy, how i love to be touched, how i would look when i am at the hight of passion?
my s*xual feelings and what i like?
or.......do you know or want to know, all of the above?

if you do then you are a Man worth knowing...