Nostalgia Poems (1,154)

All the days gone by
Makes me want to cry..

I think back at times
I'd listen to the soft chimes..

The wind had blown
My children were grown..

Time passed on
Days were gone..

My hair grayed
Life had frayed..

The yard had rough edges
With over grown hedges..

Happy times though
Will come and go..

Love is still here
I can feel it near..

With many warm looks
And well written books..

Always loved what I do
Even if my time flew..

Pages of my life have been turned
As well as many candles burned..

I'd rewrite my days
Never changing any of the ways..

All the warm smiles
Across the miles..

And given the chance
I'd take the same old dance..

~Author Elina Rawlins~

Forget me not my love You'll always have my heart. Where time and love and people meet We'll never be apart. And now with times uncertain And the outcome is unclear; Remember that I loved you And in my heart you're always near.

Hurrying about. Without a thought.
No time to worry about silly things.
Ink pen stuck in hair, no barrette.
Who really does care.
No time to rest must finish work.
If it is possible I think my brain hurts.
If I slow down hunger would catch up.
No time for lunch.
Bag of chips a quick munch.
Soon must look completely at ease.
As if it all just seemed to appear.
For they will call silence please.
And the meeting will begin.
Me watching the clock.
Waiting for it to end.

The first Cleo I regressed as a hypnotherapist, was a dark, inviting, lithe and handsome creature, full of that indefinable Mediterranean fire and flair, and she emitted pheromones that made every male within a 3- block radius drool with lust for her, er, I mean, ‘luv’, er I mean..., heck, you know what I mean... I thought she was an irritating little twirp when I first met her... She would annoyingly tug at my shirt-sleeve whenever she had a question and would rarely stop talking... But, I grew to like her, a lot, a real lot! I made it quite clear to her, that I would regress her as a friend, and not as a client, ‘cause I felt a romantic interest in her... We became fond friends and lovers of a sort..., don’t ask..., please just don’t ask... We discovered we both had a ravenous thirst for dancing, and every week we would regularly dance the night away, smoking cherry-flavoured cigarillos, and drinking Khalua Liquor, interspersed with wine spritzers for her and Johnny Walker Black for me...
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I cannot tell you how wonderful it was to hold her in my arms and twirl her around the dance floor, or just gyrate rhythmically opposite each other, often imitating the primitive urges of the San peoples of our native Africa, and the oldest inhabitants of our planet, making moves our European counterparts would find awkward to emulate... I would bury my nose in her nape and drink long and deep from her mysterious life-force...
Aaahhh, that was the life...
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To day, as I think of her, some tears stream down my lonely countenance,
Oh, how I miss her...

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One day, with the saddest expression on her face, she asked me:
“Doc, do you love me?”
I could not lie to her,
“No,” I replied, “but you’re definitely a soul-mate, I think that if I fell in love with you, our relationship would become viscous and gooey, whereas now, its magnificent and free, and very Hawaiian, I can kiss you passionately in front of another woman and five minutes later, I can kiss her, and we have no problems, but the moment I tell you that I ‘love-you’, then I will become your slave and the beautiful relationship we now have would soon wither away and end bitterly...
The most forlorn expression crossed her face, for just a mirage of an instant, then she grabbed my hand and led me to the dance floor...
I felt like the biggest jerk...
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A couple of years later, I did fall deeply in love with her,
And I asked her to marry me, and told her how much I was in love with her,
But, once again, with the saddest expression on her face, she replied:
“Doc, how can I ever believe that you’re not doing this out of pity for me?”
She had wisely never forgotten the cavernous wounds my words inflicted on her that night not so long ago...
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To day, as I think of her, some tears stream down my lonely countenance,
Oh, how I miss her...

Oh no sighs, nor do weep
These waters green run so deep

Oh how slowly it doth sail
A ship with woman pressed against its rail

Do not sigh as you gaze the sky
Nor to long before our day is nigh

Green water’s that so softly flow
Lift my heart that is so low

Bring to me my true love please
Softly flowing on the breeze

Softy, softly come to me
The woman I want, need to see

Oh woman who I so need
come to me, so my heart can feed.

Up every mornin' at the crack of dawn
Before the housemate and kids, I'm gone.
Fire up the truck and head thru the holl'r
Off to earn that all mighty dollar.

Drive into the city and stay all day
Converge with the masses, work for my pay.
Jump back in the truck and head to the ranch,
Saddle the horses, ride every chance.

The chores are all done, the kids are in bed
Another day's end at our little homestead,
I jump in the shower, then lay down to rest,
Close my eyes and ride into the West.

I think of a place, heaven on earth,
And can't help but wonder, what is it worth?
I dream of a place where cowboys still roam
And suddenly realize it's right here at home.

There's many a cowboy not out on the range
But cowboys are cowboys just the same.

waiting patiently
living day by day
learning
watching
waiting
getting old with time
memories
memories affect my mind
yesterday
yesterday was years ago
full of love
ego ,inspiration
exploration ,intimidation
life was good
revelation ,innovation
music
friendships ,disorder
dancing and heartbreak
heartbreak
sharper than any blade
that girl took my heart
killed my soul
i was buried humble and broken
memories
made me stronger
lifted me out my emotional grave
no hate
spiritual frustration
fighting ,searching ,praying
for understanding
to God my memories levitate

It's that time of year again.
The time that takes me back to childhood.
Surrounded by friends and family.
And memories that are good.
Putting on an outfit just to be worn for that one night.
Making sure it fit just right.
Little did I know back then.
That nights where the outfit seemed to be worn only once.
Would be the ones etched into my memories.
My Halloweens were full of fun.
But soon I was grown and they were done.
Then came prom I looked so grown.
In my gown of light blue.
Worn only the once too.
Now I wait for the day.
The dress I will only wear once.
I have seen it in my mind a hundred times.
But yet has it come to be.
The wedding dress for me.

Oh~ you~ cowboys!
You know you've lived the life!
You ran the ridge at evening tide
And watched the daylight fade.

You climbed the hill at break of day
And breathed the crispy air.
You ran loose horses through the grass
And smelled the broken stems.

While a summer storm came rollin' in
With the sweetest scent on earth.
And you rode the range where life was found
In a simple bovine birth.

You stood on the porch with a coffee cup
That steamed in frozen air,
While you watched a kid just learning the ropes
Run the dusty remuda in.
You rode the broncs and the solid mounts
And the one who chinned the moon.

You smelled the air as clean and fresh
As any that blows the earth.
You saw your horse on the crest of hills
Where the lupine blossomed free,
And no other man had set his boots
Since maybe time began.

You rocked along at an easy lope
While the leather creaked out loud,
And your rowels sang with the beating sound
Of hoofbeats on the ground.

Oh~ you~ cowboys!
Oh you horseback men!
You lived the life of kings astride
And watched the moon fall down.
No wonder the world would envy you
For a drink of freedom's cup.
Oh~ you~ cowboys!

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Storm clouds menace
as you travel
life on route 66

its a life highway
going my way
seems you are

life is a journey
people and places
wandering stars
up in the sky

just keep on driving
through storms
their arriving
pushing through the rain

sunshine will follow
as you go forward
route 66 i wish
i had travelled you.