Most Liked Nostalgia Poems (1,154)

I dance with the wind
like a broken leaf
swirling in gusts of joy.
Indian summer turns
a thin thread,
and autumn comes to my heart.
Color palette,
fog in the meadows at
dawn in the morning
and nostalgia and some regrets
that time passes
that I will not stay

Poet to Poet Returns.....

Poet,
It was a great thrill
to read you today.

It's an indescribable
delight & comfort
to be in this bewildering relationship with you.

~

You are there
to give me courage
to beckon me
to the world of the living.

You are there to invite me to the
most breathtaking voyage,
there to prevent me from
slumbering in the wasteland of the mind.

Yes

You sustain my efforts to
disentangle myself
from the tentacles of dementia.


What are we but a washed out blueprint
attesting to the failure of the great architect's attempt?

(were there ever one
in establishing his great scheme)

Not human yet-
already earthlings no more.

Could the roots of our confusion stem
from our difficulty of finding a compass
to steer us safely through
between the poles of madness & grief,
to fix us upon the meridian
of unrehersable awakening?

If the real self is the driver,
subliminal you would say
then the mirror upon which we travel
reflects the afterglow of our desire.

If we are the repositories of countless exiles
soul wrung out of soul,
the wayward crossings of countless currents
in some solar neighborhood,
we are free to imagine our shells
managing the destiny of angelic entities
or in fields invisible
fostering astral bodies.

The earth we have left behind
seems still empowered,
to withhold us in some bardo
for we have failed in recognizing
the final dissolution of light
as our point of no return.

How are we to keep pace
with the increase of disease
busy as we are to upkeep
the famish of our mutable hearts?

(pause)

It truly dazzles me to be
in this fare with you,
never has storm been so welcoming,
shipwreck so soothing.

In your breaker I restore my mast
dear Poet
reef or lifebelt
what matters
you have set your metaphors afloat
to tender my sinking a hold.

In the throbbing breach of your flesh
you have ushered my homecoming.

In the agony of your loins
I cradle your moan
you unleash the floods
of your quivering flame.

Upon your breaking waters
palaver of birds,
whispers of my pollen
pangs of consumed heaves.


Write soon, Poet

SAS

The winter of my childhood were
long, long seasons. We lived in
three places - the school, the church
and the skating rink - but our real life
was on the skating rink

(Shows a kid on a toboggan sleigh riding
A kid and an adult ice skating and
Four kids playing hockey
With a snow flake and a pine forest
In the background

I fear if I run out of ink
my thoughts will cease to flow,
No longer free to roam around
where they desire to go.

Caught up in a stasis as my
mind begins to congeal,
Severed from my senses I find
I can no longer feel.

The proof of my existence is
my words upon the page,
Without this free expression I
feel my world is a cage.

How could I ever tell you what
my writing means to me,
Dear children born within my mind
and then I set them free.

I love my thought's many offspring
they're so dear to my heart,
I give them freedom to grow and
with my blessing depart.

I let them go to make their own
way in the world so wide,
My heart nearly bursts they are the
source of my greatest pride.

Once a beautiful thing so free and open, the wind lifting her wings into the air.

She's curled up on a pile of sand, the space in her back for the key is empty and a hole remains.

The key forever in His hands.

the Australian light horse did as they could
were dropped on a beach where they never have should
they held the hills and stood, stood,stood
when they where asked for more , they all said they would

these great Australian's fought hard and long
for what they stand for they where never wrong
for ever in our thoughts these brave men will never be gone
this strength is what we have left of them to go on.

I was never very sociable.
I never fit in those circles of friends
Where each one tries to show off more than the other,
I never liked being the center of attention.
I like simple things, simple people,
Eternal loves and lifelong friends.

Optimisticme has overtaken me
need to write 2 poems to stay ahead
it may not be a competition
but it gets me out of bed.

How will it be
What will we say
Will we go around in circles filling up the day

Life was so good with cotton candy and clowns
And a ferris wheel was the only place
Where we noticed the ups and downs

A black and white tv sat on a stand
And three networks were enough
To entertain the mind of man

A neighbor would wave or reach to shake your hand
Movies were mostly decent
And there was one where Elvis sang about cotton candy land

deep water whiskey
running with ice
funnel me back Jack
time and tapestry
to the gunslinger age
pearl handled
vigilantes
comes the preacher
with the good book
read me a passage padre
one for all the fools
the world suffers
all this bullet and bounty
dead in the county
count them, count them
until the dark raven circles
surround your eyes
turning the pages
slowly, slowly
fold, fold
for the night