Nostalgia Beautiful Poems

City of Cebu
Vibrant city, southern part
Place that heal our heart....

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We all seem to think of flowers, only in the sun.
Did you realize at night, it is time they dance in floral fun?

After the busy...

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The thought of a bus
The ride and comfort
The force of exhaust
Run and chase
Exhaust blown in your face
Wheels maneuvering over the open road
A solid glance of...

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 Regaining communication is just a temporary fix
I’ve said everything I need to say yet I want to tell you more
Maybe we aren’t on the...

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Ambered hues in faded frames, a bygone era's smile,
Bakelite whispers of forgotten songs, on a crackling vinyl isle.
Daguerreotypes, ghosts of laughter, dance in sepia light,
Embers...

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"I miss Saturday mornings with Soul Train,
When brothers and sisters would take a ride to release their pain.

I miss Momma's twice-baked sweet potato pie,
She didn't...

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Cobbled street is lowly lit with shadows all around.
Street lights flicker in the wind and now the rain is falling down.
Glistening cobbles under feet as...

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Lorine and Jerome were sitting in a tree
Both starry-eyed and talking profusely

Jerome turned to Lorine and asked, "Will you marry me?"
Lorine turned back smiling and...

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You were gone as quickly as you appeared. 
One moment you were walking back into my life, a bit more weathered, much more grey, but...

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Don't forget
My Love...
My bud ... ,
My tenderness.
You have the key to my heart,
And you will always be in my soul
I love you
My princess
Now and forever.

My...

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Violet skies regard the drowsy moon,
Stars glisten on the edges of dark night,
Laughing eagerly wherever they’re strewn,
Evoking stories that gentle hearts write.

Stars glisten on the...

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All aboard the one time train
With a one stop along the way
It's a journey you'd not wanna miss
It will be worth your day 

The train...

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With each stroke of the hand across the clock face
Bids a wave to time as it passes by fast
That's why days run into nights
But the...

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Ever-changing Autumn, its shapes and shades.
Fanning breath stirs the heavily laden;
transforms and redraws like playful charades,
prepping, and grooming, all the misshapen.

A pastor's mural paints pure...

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She tells me every time she reads what I write
Her head goes up in the clouds
The same feeling she gets when I turn her pages
Handling...

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