Oh, How I Love the SeaWhen I was a kid,
I only knew the sea from a distance—
from the deck of a ship,
sailing from Manila to Bacolod.
I’d lean against the railings,
watching the water stretch limitless,
wondering what it felt like to touch.
It wasn’t until high school
that I finally stepped into it.
Waves around my legs,
sand between my toes.
And just like that,
I fell in...
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Categories:
memory, nature, nostalgia, peace,
Form: Free verse
When Smiles Melt TooThe pavement claims ice cream from little sticky fingers. Cries echo through the air, tugging at the heartstrings of first-time parents. Turned-out pockets disarmed, everyone walks away with a smile~some wide, some forced, and some bewildered....
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Categories:
beautiful, childhood, nostalgia, poetess,
Form: Free verse
Incandescentnoon’s furnace: asphalt shimmers; air—thick, slow—
cracks open. cicadas drill through stagnant gold.
a sprinkler’s hiccup-hiss: the pavement’s glow
un/curls in steam. the hydrant’s shout: uncontrolled.
children shriek!—a liquid burst of now,
popsicle rivers bleed; knuckles—sticky, green—
cling to handlebars. shadows stretch: thin, lean
across chain-link. each blade of grass—laid down—
bakes. but dusk? a match-strike: fireflies!—
the yard exhales jasmine; stars prick the...
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Categories:
nostalgia, meaningful, metaphor, poetry, symbolism,
Form: Sonnet
Where Are You Now, Gloria Dubbins?Gloria Dubbins - not much of a name,
but trust me on my judgment, gentle reader;
in terms of Beauty, she was Hall of Fame.
We’re talking – let’s see – nineteen seventy-two,
but I’m the keeper of the Gloria Flame,
and still to me she’s better, and more true,
than all your Taylor Swifts or Amber Heards.
She did the things...
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Categories:
nostalgia,
Form: Terza Rima
Rain, and the Body RemembersThe body remembers…
What the mind politely forgets.
How rain once meant survival
How cold once meant fear
How being held...
Was once the only god that mattered.
...
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Categories:
nostalgia, analogy, fear, imagery, love,
Form: Free verse
LINGERINGLINGERING
Photographs linger in my mind—
faded snapshots of a backyard,
the swing creaking in the breeze,
the taste of lemonade,
the warmth of sun-soaked afternoons.
I chase those moments,
but they dissolve like mist,
leaving only the chill of absence,
the ache of what was,
and what will never be again.
©2025 Sara Etgen-Baker...
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Categories:
12th grade, memory, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse
AnuruedoahuIn Biafra, when we drank from the tilting
cusps of dank leaves and washed with the spittle
of cassava,
the sun scorched like hell.
Añuruedoahu*, the oasis of war, like worldly
cowrie, stagnant, yet devoid of rural fetish,
calmed our nerves and built in the altar of
our souls hopes of answered prayers.
*A mysterious stream in the poet's village....
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Categories:
eulogy, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse
The Last Station of WaitingLong ago, Mithila was left at this forsaken station,
As the train slipped away on the wrong track,
cutting all horizons.
There was no return
Mithila knew it, even then.
This waiting was only a silent, endless sigh.
In the dust-covered mirror of nostalgia,
Her past flickers, bright as gleaming,
Unreal in its stillness and beauty.
The present? A colourless traveller
That tells no...
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Categories:
nostalgia, break up, destiny, feelings,
Form: Free verse
'Wonderful World' Revisited
~ To the tune of Sam Cooke's 1960 hit,
'Wonderful World,' aka
'Don't know much about history...' ~
Don’t know squat about biology
Same is true of trigonometry
...
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Categories:
love, nostalgia, school, song,
Form: Lyric
SummerI lost my shoes each summer, as you should
just placed them in my case and went barefoot
mother said I shouldn’t, aunty said I could
Except for Sunday school, of course, tut-tut.
If every day were summer, which I wish
I would lose my shoes, paddle in the pond
and let them all be tickled by the fish;
ten toes that...
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Categories:
nostalgia,
Form: Sonnet
Potholes In My HeartThe scent of wet Earth rises a ghost
from beneath the lavish bungalow.
and above the high-end ceilings
and chandeliers which never flicker.
Nostalgia trickles down like sweat
Glimpses of plastic buckets
catching rain and our salty tears
flood the eyes.
Flashbacks strike like lightning
remembering the only toy-
an abandoned kite I tried to fly in rain
dampens my spirit.
Loud wails roar like thunder
hearing the...
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Categories:
nostalgia, blessing, imagery, rain,
Form: Free verse
A Bullet With Yesterday's DateIn sepia tones, the echoes twist and sway,
When shadows stalk the moments lost to time,
A spectral dance where ghosts of youth hold sway,
Their laughter mingles softly with my rhyme.
Each birthday brings the weight of fleeting light,
As innocence drifts gently into night;
The storms of change laugh cruelly from afar,
While memory rides the mist—a faded star.
Oh, how...
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Categories:
age, nostalgia,
Form: Sonnet
i know i'm late, so here's a picnic basket to make up for itThere is something so
sad about fireworks.
They're so flashy,
pretty, and exciting,
but as they fade it
makes you feel sort
of lonely.
Afterall, they're
nothing more than
a semi-permanent
spark intended to
entertain for a
semi-permanent
moment.
The people that
come into our lives
are a lot like the
fireworks:
flashy, pretty,
exciting.
Then
we...
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Categories:
nostalgia, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
I Miss The Crab Apple Orchard, And Pretending To Be A KnightLife has an odd habit
of making you miss
old street curbs and
stop signs.
The street I miss
the most, though,
has to be the cross
street between the
crab apple orchard
and my friend
Jacksons
house.
Something about that
place felt infinite. And
something about sometimes
friends feels greater than
sometimes.
Would I go...
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Categories:
nostalgia, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
Rhetorical Somethings And NothingsSomewhere there’s a
sunflower poking out from
the corner of a concrete
barrier, going unnoticed
by everyone except
myself.
And it makes
me wonder:
They say when
you fall in love with
an artist, you
can never die.
But what
happens when
an artist falls
in love? Do
they continue
capturing futures,
or only retrospective
moments?
Time is an old
concept—or shall
I say, odd?
Because
I see you in soft shadows
and storefront glass, in
wilted flowers I forget to
water,...
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Categories:
nostalgia, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
Specific Types of Nostalgia Poems
Definition | What is Nostalgia in Poetry?
Poems Related to Nostalgia
longing, sentimentality, remorse, yearning, homesickness, reminiscence, schmaltz, wistfulness, pining, fond memories, hearts and flowers, tear jerker,