Nostalgia Poems (1,152)

It’s almost a year since time you left home,
I’ve pulled down the curtains, fixed lock on my door.
You did what was right – for the better, not worse,
But left broken heart in the wake, cut to bone.

I am thinking of times we were family,
Every night in my dreams only you and me.
I’ve been going in mind to the places we’ve been,
It is time to raise curtains, to let daylight in.

It’s been almost a year since we drifted apart,
I wonder if ever my heart’s reconciled.
You did what was better for future of child,
They say you’ve been having a time of your life.

If not for the things I could hardly control,
Had love been regarded for all what it’s worth,
I would have bestowed you all treasures of world,
Seems love is no object, some things matter more.

It’s almost a year since time you left home
I wonder if ever I’ll manage to cope.

I traveled so much in my life.
I lost sometimes shores in the sea.
I rocked and been shaken in skies.
In steppe I was scorched by freeze.

But heart knew not peace as it roamed
And urged to advance, straight on go.
On road – I was dreaming of home,
At home – I dreamed mostly of road.

When tiredness took hold of me
I sang about roads trod in life.
I missed love when happy, in bliss.
I missed sorrow much when in love.

And heart never stopped in its search.
It seemed as if planet was small.
I missed cold so much when it snowed.
I missed warmth so much in sun’s glow.

And heart, silly heart, did not know,
When bothered and pestered me so,
That all that it missed, it searched for,
Was you, merely you, nothing more!

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quietly, standing, behind, my window
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no, any sound, being heard
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except, drops of rain, which, touching softly, my small window
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quietness of my home, with droplets of rain, taking me, to the world of wishes
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once again, along with, endless passion, i close my eyes
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i wish, i was, weightless, as clouds
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i wish, i was, a flying bird, in the sky
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i wish, i was, free & floating, as a sea wave
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i wish, i was, in my mother's hug, as a newborn, child
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i wish, i was, as an angel, in arms, of my lord
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i wish, i was, as a wish, in another heart
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tonight :
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because of missing you
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hope, the night, will never end
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hope, a shiny moon, will appear
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then, a romantic, heart touching melody, being played, by nightly butterflies
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so, i begin dancing, on the tirsty sand of the beach
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then i dance, non stop, till end of the last beam of sunshine
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because of missing you
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I see your face, I hear your voice
Are you in hiding, maybe by choice
As seasons change, and life goes on
Memories linger, from a special song

Life is for living, so we learn to accept
Remembering doubts, upon us crept
Words and images, will always remind
In those quiet moments, our past rewind

Joys, hopes and laughter, ours to keep
Our happiness unique, from us will seep
From our person, as we share day to day
Walking through life, in our own special way

Alas! long since flown Springs warm scented hours,
hand in hand with her thirst quenching showers;
unforgiving time gave way to Summer's sun, to infuse
the carnival of dawn's web drenched misty dews,
reborn from slumber, days new vibrant atmosphere
invite free migrant swallows, to flit and steer
their fleet of flight o'er the crisp blue sky,
weaving wonderment to the awe enraptured eye,
where floats the frolic wind, both bold and debonair,
intoxicates the eager pen, with brazen prowess, dare
word paint the unseen breeze in antique poetry,
Ah!, such were those days of youthful revery.

Fond Autumnal hues, now spill kisses o'er the terrain,
caressing soft the ripening fruit and golden grain,
yet warm remains the wind, that forever weaves
symphonic music, to rustle thru' the once green leaves,
embroidered by red golden tints in profusion found,
as with the coloured carpets rich seasonal ground,
such the Autumnal wealth, that in quietude bless the land,
tint textured sown, by natures creative caring hand,
as hymns of joy orchestrate her heavenly craft in praise,
an annual resolution kept in countenance, our senses to amaze,
much as celestial climes where starry magic e'er prevail
and where dance in incandescent light the comet's blazing trail.

Thus into Winter my contented soul retire,
reflecting warmth, gathered by past seasons fire,
thus I sowed and reaped the harvest of my days,
scribed my muse and reveled in its praise,
braved winds, oft whose breath ill fortune blows,
yet each gale, transient as the desert snows,
thro' life's journey endured many a weary mile,
't'is better borne, when we upon its burdens smile
along that rugged unkempt road of life, oftimes leads
to a beautiful destination, flower paved by our stoic deeds,
so, close not the curtain upon Winters fragile sun,
for dare we choose, our days can still be fun.

I remember long ago when worries were few
Everyday was brand new
I was happy as could be
When I knew me

And the world kept lying
And the world kept trying
Telling me I had to be
Someone else

And how strange now it seems
I forgotten so many things
Like the feeling of being free
When I knew me

You didn't know me back then
And that was when
I could have made your heart skip from California to Tennessee
When I knew me

Time is ticking, passing yet repeating
A clock works 24/7, yet not same any second
Twelve noon is bright someplace, midnight it is in else
Every hour rings a bell, reminding future very well
A minute passed goes in memory, to alwaz tell a story
On the wall or on wrist, life taking many twists
For a pauper or a king, time is same not the moment
Every second an old dies, and a new born cries
An 'on-time' habit is good, just like a flight
'Just-in-time' is precious, can save a life
Can we stop and be a witness, of beyond time
There's timelessness awaiting, know it .. by experience

The house is so silent, no men, no kids, no pets
Four walls to listen to the sound of my regrets
My memories they linger when I close my eyes
Those wonderful days when I was so wise
The cry of a baby, the sound of the door
The cats, the dogs, the children
Running round the floor
All of them gone now, the house is so still
I turn up the music the silence to kill
My friends and my lovers no longer around
I look at the phone it ne'er makes a sound
But all is not lost from my hopes and my dreams
I sometimes imagine some magical schemes
Of places to go to and great food to eat
Of wonderful lovers and people to meet
So silence abounds but for only a while
And if I try very hard I can muster a smile
Is silence a sound or a feeling inside?
Tell me, I'll listen, with my eyes open wide.....
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Broken bones, broken hearts
Stripped down and torn apart
A little rust, I'm still runnin'
Countin' miles, countin' tears
Twisted road, shifting gears
Year after year it's all or nothing

But I'm not home, I'm not lost
Still holdin' on to what I've got
Ain't much left Lord there's so much that's been stolen
I guess I've lost everything I had
But I'm not dead at least not yet
Still alone, still alive, I'm still unbroken

Never captured, never tamed
Wild horses on the plains
You can call me lost, I call it freedom
I feel the spirit in my soul
There's something Lord, I can't control
I'm never givin' up while I'm still breathin'

Like the wind, like the rain
It's all runnin' through my veins
Like a river pourin' down into the ocean
I'm out here on the street
But I'm standin' on my feet
Still alive, still alone, still unbroken