Nostalgia Poems | Examples of Nostalgia Poetry

Pixie within the pink let me swirl your tyranny into the high-octaved melody of my earliest endurance Right as the clock ticked to six, the creaking sound of my mother’s war cry made me bury myself under the blankets. Laying on the pretty quilted baby pink sheets as the pillow moulded to my head’s shape, opening my soul’s...

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Its breaking.... Under sea. Underneath, I lost all feeling, Do fish not feel the rod piercing? Sometimes I was too Vulnerable breakable fragile young small tiny, me. I'm getting tired I'm too weary to surface. Resilience, is not a word but a death sentence of irony plates I breathe in. Hey, do you wish to see the worse in me, the abyss snaps the frame, Inner child... its frozen eye... I still feel, morning train, a rush through, what couldn't who wouldn't save me. - - - - - - - - - - -...

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Song: "Yesterday", The Beatles Yesterday I had lots of fun with Sugar Ray, Now the neighbors yell out words like ‘gay’. Oh I believe in yesterday. ...

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Life might have taken away my ability to dance But it didn't take out my rhythm That's why even on my chair I'm all groovy and fully turned up I might not hold your hand and spin you around But I can buy you lovely dresses So that as you pirouette It rolls around you like the cupcake you are I might...

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Six besties had agreed at graduation, pinky swore, to meet ten years later no matter where they'd be, come what may. And here they were finally: Gayle, Suzie, Diane, Donna, Lucy, Michelle, together at last from across the country. They had kept in touch through facebook as much as their busy schedules allowed. All had gone off to university or college. Some had since married, some had...

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when summer was a caterpillar moving at a crawl, it became the butterfly brightest of all...

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pelting the sidewalk streams of gentling rain music who will stalk dancing through the pain floods roll as we rock ...

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Weeping willows of past twilight inkling cast a blurred shadow on “lily-white age” viewed through clouded lens!...

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Summer stares, graceful as the quiet chirps birdsong, let’s sing along… joy unfolding, on wings listening for His voice in the heart, the soul, anyplace growing old, while the summer restores the heart, the soul breaking out in sweats of golden sunlight, bursting from the heat melodies so sweet… gently playing against the ache of a silent knowing, His love unfolding, like a distant star, reflecting all...

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I will turn the page, to a place of peace, a street of hued trees, ending with a pond, of gliding white swans....

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lilac h u s h of love ~ ...

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love rings in still rooms, scent of long-lost blooms. song drifts from the past, soft stares that don't last— rise as gone perfumes. Contest Title: WHAT THE WORLD LOVES Poetry Contest Sponsor's Name: Nette Onclaud Date Written: June 25, 2025...

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Life is a rollercoaster of emotions Once you are happy, In a blink you're sad: Or in a glimpse of a rage memory, you'll feel at lost, regretful of the past. Our mind's a spring of feelings, it's up to you how you react. Forgive yourself Is one wise act. Forgive others Is a perfect path. Your real self Is in a nutshell. You can...

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after “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”, by Robert Frost This bridge meant something in some war, some yarn of man and God and law: but I think more of her and me: what were those others fighting for? There’s so much here to feel and see, and yet it’s rubbernecker-free! I love to watch the fishes jump: they sense the serendipity! Lads...

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one look full of longing later in the glow of electric lips a brush with the unknown... those were the French films of your youth your concomitant struggles for love rambling through the summer heat gliding in the seaside breeze down in the deep dead blue to yearn, to be strangely stranded among the widowed twin tides in your sleepy demeanour still craving your only...

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