Nostalgia Poems (1,152)

Under the moon of madness we dancing tango,
,
Chilling on the peer drinking beer

Drunk on the crest of a wave my dancing heart,

Your eyes smiling my reflection I was lost in them from the start,

Your sea of passion ,wild and free
,
Your just like me,

It wasn't meant to be,

We were dancing tango under the moon of madness,

Reflecting its sadness

On two soul mates

Who dared to dance ,

They never left the shore ,



By Peach,

Oh how it feels to share a thought
Of how it means to feel for another
But alas would the words have a meaning?
If the other would not understand the goodwill!

Oh how people try to misuse or analyse
And some would cover-up with ignorance
But some would accept and then abuse?
The words of compassion and goodwill!

Oh how the world is full of abusers
Who would just rape or abuse with their attitude
But also the words they use, and do not use
Is it the right of one to another to be mistaken!

Oh how nice it would feel to share a thought
Of how the world feels to one another
And how nice, if one would actually not be
Mistakenly mistaken to express it, so true!

You've ran the distance, but you're still in the race
You stayed strong and faced, what you had to face
You held on tight, what else could you do ?
Even when there was nothin' more, worth holdin' onto
Those ones that you once thought, surely knew you best
Are now the very ones, who have put you to the test
So how can they profess to know you, at your core ?
When they don't have a clue, of who you are !
And there's nothing else, that could ever matter more
Than them not even knowing, who you truly are !


You always thought, somehow you could change it all
You kept on standing firm, when you only wanted to fall
You just held on, for what else could you do ?
When all you ever wanted, was a strong arm holdin' you
Those same ones you thought, that surely knew you best
Are the very ones, who can't see, your soul too needs rest
When they don't even know you, at your core
How can they ever really know, just who you are ?
And what else, could ever possibly hurt you more ?
Then them not never, ever knowing, who you are...


Yes, you went the distance, you've came so far
But how can they ever know, just who you are ?

A promise is a thing to behold
More precious than diamonds or gold
To have ones trust in your smile will beat wealth by a mile and keep you warm when it's colder than cold

So when you speak of your love to those near
Alway remember your promise so dear
Keep it warm in your heart so that when far apart
You can light up your night without fear

To be alone in the night with no promise for light
Will be a fate too awful to bear.

If only I had the choice
To sing like the great Ruffi
Enchanting the hearts of millions
And getting tons of applause!
Wouldn't that be really nice?

If only I had the choice
To attend my friend's birthday,dancing
And singing the night away, and
Rejoicing in my friend's bliss!
Wouldn't that be really nice?

If only I had the choice
To visit the valley green,
Full of chirping birds and howling foxes,
With tossing fields and murmuring springs!
Wouldn't that be really nice?

If only I had the choice
To go to a school for learning
The ABC of life's course
And growing in the ways of the world!
Wouldn't that be really nice?

Yon lofty hills, dear lingering youth
when we climbed life"s sisphean 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 destinies unspoken play,
to climb the summits unattainable spoils,
such salad days, inspired by trackless spheres aloft,
passion filled, 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.

I REMEMBER THE DAY I LEFT YOU , I STILL REMEMBER YOU ,I STILL DREAM ABOUT YOU ; SO MANY YEARS HAVE GONE BY ,SO MANY LOVED ONES HAVE JOURNEY IN TO THE ETERNAL SLEEP . YET MY HEART ACHES WITH GREAT PAIN PERHAPS IS BECAUSE I FEAR I NEVER SEE YOUR SHORES AGAIN , YES ; A GREAT PAIN REMEMBERING MY GRANPA AND HOW HE TOOK ME TO THE FIELDS AND SHOWED ME HOW TO WORK THE LAND ; HOW TO LOVE IT ; HOW TO RESPECT IT , THE SMELLS ,MY GRANDMA COOKING , ROASTING COFFEE ; BUT MY HEALTH IS FAILING THE YEARS ARE PILLING UP , I DON'T KNOW IF SHOULD KEEP FIGHTING OR JUST GIVE UP , YES I MISS YOU , AWAY FROM YOU I HAVE SEEING DEATH ,SORROW ,INJUSTICE , FEELINGS OF GUILT FOR THE THINGS THAT I SHOULD HAVE DONE BECAUSE YOU TAUGHT ME BETTER GRANDPA , LIVING WITH REGRET , DREAMING OF THE DAY THAT I CAN RETURN TO MY LAND AND SAY THOSE MAGICAL WORDS ; MOM I'M HOME : I MISS YOU

Inclement climes set early in today
lacking mercy at dawn's soft hour,
the lake now ruffled torn and dour,
as sad the world was hard at play,

Thus to counter my abysmal gloom
and annihilate natures harsh brooding storm,
sojourned I to my favour'd cosy room,
lit the lifeless fire, then my inglenook was warm,

Thus contented I, relaxing with the blazing air,
thought I of thee soft faced and fair,
tho' dull outside, indulged I in vision's care
whilst inclined upon my rocking chair,

There, dare but I, my eager love set free
and behind the curtained wall discover
hallowed time where fond thoughts prevail,
and life's emotional knot ne'er be severed;

The three most important rules of golf:
Keep your head down!
Keep you head down!
And keep you head down!
Obey the rules of golf
If you cheat, you are only cheating yourself
Clean off your club after every shot
Repair all divots
Repair all ball marks on the green
Keep carts 30 feet from the edge of the green
Let faster players play through
Make all your putts, no gimmes!
Pack some snack, you can't golf on an empty stomach
If you are a single, golf during the week, not on the busy weekends
The cheaper the course, the more elbow room you will have
Some say golf is a good walk spoiled, so take a cart
Mark your score on the next hole so the people behind you can play
Forget your bad shots
Have fun out there!

Somewhere in a wild where hunter kills
A bird cries our for it's mate
The sun is setting behind the hills
And it's never been gone so late
Somewhere in the heavens an angel sings
And unless being sent by the Lord
He may not interfere in earthly things
And raise his bow or his sword
Somewhere in my heart tender longings yet
Still endure through the pain and stress
For a sweetheart I have not met
And the one I may not posess