Nostalgia Poems | Examples of Nostalgia Poetry

Me and the dance floor don't really get along, but she made me want to tango So, against my introverted instincts I approached her with half a cup of confidence and the other half nerves Only...Read the rest...

*PV - Proverbial Verbiage The Old Rotary Dialing out…zzzzip…zzzzzzzip…zzzzzzzip and zip…zzip…zzzip…zzzzip and brring… long distance was not a thing for children. they could only ring those within their corridor ching…ching money didn’t grow on trees the grown up made sure we were wise or they’d wise up our behinds but...Read the rest...

Let life trickle out, the hour, I want to play, the great pretender, one last time, before I have to hail Mary, to bring back the day, and say, how silly we've been. ...Read the rest...

It's more than twenty years since I left Texas. I've settled down, no longer roam, And now I call Missouri home. I'm happy here for many reasons… The lifestyle, people, all four seasons… And as the years go by, I must...Read the rest...

Sugar A cup of sugar borrowed from a neighbor... One that I have never met before. Will they even answer the door? What should I say? In that single open possibility... that one chance... that first breath that we will...Read the rest...

A Poet's heartfelt ode to Italy is the murmur of the calmest sea heard at the close of a long day; anchored boats in the bay of Amalfi await sunset and nobody has a plea to escape danger, so nostalgic...Read the rest...

I step out from a second-story window, float along roads of slow-churning lullabies, raptured in response to ice cream truck’s bellow. A clear case of cold sugar—wide gumball eyes, mobile memories wrapped in coats of corn-snow hugged around a wood...Read the rest...

The Mother Sun no longer embraced me No more adrenaline rush that motivates me to get up Breakfast seems bland, faded colors of rotten apple Unfurled window curtains is the angle that I see Unheard thoughts of forks lying...Read the rest...

I’m sitting on my lawn chair Outside the night is cool I hear the trees swaying The breeze chills my skin It knocks on my hippocampus Am I here or where it blows? Breeze, you are timeless From queens to...Read the rest...

How lucky I feel to live for real, melancholia that is hard to reveal imagine.scribble. gives me chill Live in austerity, an innocuous thrill How lovely I feel to have this pen in my hand you wanna look inside...Read the rest...

In the dim-lit alley of the soul's bazaar, Were jazz and jive spill from ajar, We tap our feet, snap fingers, under stars, And speak in verses, raw and without pause. The city breathes, a living, pulsing beat, Its heart...Read the rest...

For a moment I imagined seeing your face in the crowd, Smiling, as if it were expecting To see me, and as the joy Of a lifetime of love cascaded Through my being I wanted to shout: “Here...Read the rest...

Where’s Waldo, Pokemon Go ~ with Cabbage Patch on ye olde ‘Nostalgia Show’ ...Read the rest...

In days of sorrow, Showering you with kisses Was a bridge To a tranquil tomorrow. Through nights so long and deep, Embracing you brought forth A dawn of hope, Like feeling of sunlight After an...Read the rest...

In most of the movies back in the day.,. women of the sixties wore glasses, so they could be smart Women without glasses were thought to have empty non-thinking heads In the sixties TV shows, all librarians wore...Read the rest...