Best Nostalgialove Poems
As the monsoon rains fall heavily on the ground,
I sit by the window pane wishing you were around.
The thunder strikes and I run to hide away
In search of your loving arms, where I long to stay.
I go back to that place where we first met,
The quaint chapel by the meadows, our eyes set.
Our tender hearts: innocent, youthful and frail
Together on love’s current we set sail.
Against what they say we took our every chance
But stumbled upon our childish games and youthful arrogance.
Somewhere in the journey we both lost our way
And “I love you” were just meaningless words we say.
There were many beautiful things we learned together
As we basked in sunlight and battled stormy weather.
Now, all that is left to hold on to are memories of you.
The sound of your voice that faintly says your love is true.
The lightning flashes and slowly I open my eyes
It was all but a dream, from my bed I rise.
I sit by the window pane wishing you were around,
As the monsoon rains fall heavily on the ground.
Sometimes a song can take me back
Make my memories come alive
To a time when love was a way of life
And families struggled to survive
Sometimes I get a little mellow
When I listen to an old love tune
And dream of days long gone
How they passed by too soon
Sneaking my first cigarette
I don’t think that I was ten
And listening to the AM radio
While the Kalin Twins sang “When”
We grew up with real music
That helped us bear our heavy load
When Gogi sang “The Wayward Wind”
And Mitchum told us about “Thunder Road”
Sometimes when I’m down, I think about the past
And a different way of life
I’ll listen to Lloyd sing about “Stagger Lee”
Or Bobby relate the tale of “Mack The Knife”
There were a lot of question and a lot of answers
Some were wrong and some were right
Like “Does Your Chewing Gum Lose it’s Flavor
On the Bed Post Over Night”
Sometimes those songs bring a tear or two
But they always bring me joy
While Jimmy crooned “Just A Dream”
And the Shirelles loved their “Soldier Boy”
When Jim Ed Brown sang of “Scarlet Ribbons”
And Perry said, “Catch a Falling Star”
Dee Clark was calling “Hey Little Girl”
Johnny was thinking “Chances Are”
Sometimes I wish I could return
To the days of my childhood
Just to hear Johnny Ray sing “Cry”
Or Chuck wail “Johnny B. Goode”
Jimmie sang about a “Honeycomb”
And “Kisses Sweeter Than Wine”
The Orlons were meeting on “South Street”
The Chiffons said “He’s So Fine.”
Skeeter thought it was “the End of The World”
Because she lost her one and only
The Beach Boys said “Don’t Worry Baby”
Roy Sang for “Only The Lonely”
Sometimes.
My old forty fives lie dormant in my attic
There were so many one hit wonders in our time
I lived my youth listening to music
As Troy Shondell moaned “This Time”
When Robin Luke sang “Susie Darlin’”
The Bobettes had “Mr. Lee”
“Shout, Shout, Knock Yourself Out”
Lolita’s “Sailor, Your Home is the Sea”
Claudine Clark wailed “Party Lights”
Ral Donner crooned “Please Don’t Go”
The Exciters said “Tell Him”
Travis and Bob said “Tell Him No”
“Mission Bell” by Donnie Brooks
“One Tin Soldier”, Coven said it all
Russ Hamilton sang “Rainbow”
“Baby, The Rain Must Fall”
“Sorry, I Ran All The Way Home”
The Rocky Fellers Sang “Killer Joe”
Corsairs crooned “Smoky Places”
Bob Moore sang about “Mexico”
There must be 10, 000 one hit wonders
Don’t know which ones to choose
Still love “Let’s think About Livin’”
And the Fendermen’s “Mule Skinner Blues”
I remembered watching the Hit Parade
“Cindy Oh Cindy” and “Marianne”
“To Know Him Is To Love Him”
"Like a Tiger" by Fabian.
It was a different era, a different time
No hills too big for us to climb
We fit into the roles we played
And spent our summers in the penny arcade
The smell of popcorn all buttered up
Soda in a waxed paper cup
Skeet ball cost a nickel a game
Summers will never be the same
We saved the tickets to earn a prize
There was love and laughter in our eyes
We’d pick out of the pond a plastic duck
Chinese handcuffs, just my luck
Pitching pennies at those colored dishes
Closing our eyes and making wishes
Just across the aisle from the candy bars
You could get eight by tens of movie stars
Put our face to the viewer, a nickel we’d pay
Turn the handle and a cartoon would play
Try three shots with a basketball
Pinball machines up against the wall
A Machine that tells you if your love is true
And a shocker to see if you’re a strong man too
I love to think back of the games we played
And of summer days in the Penny Arcade.
i can see her so clearly
blue eyes blazing
mist falling
the fog of the
ozark mountains
making the scene
surreal
each time a car
past us i simply
saw her shimmer
she stood there until
my husband arrived
to meet us so i could
go home earlier
than i intended.
she didn't know that
i was sick to death to
know how he was
treating her
the wisps of blonde hair
danced and blew and
wet tangled curls stuck
to her head
it was not because i
was her mother, you know?
but she looked translucent...
an angel. i breathed sharp
as i listened to her.
you know what i mean...
it is a snapshot in time
that shall always be with
me, i need no camera.
she said "momma,
i am going to have to
leave him", almost
like she needed permission
to do so. she looked
down, so sad.....
i just tried to give her
some of my strength;
hugged her fiercely.
she was only 27.
my darling i will love
you until the stars
erase them selves
out of the sky ...
and even after
i die
i thought that
everything
would be alright.
not so. the stars must
have fell out of the sky
when i was not looking.
and....i didn't die
my love has been complete
and time standing even tho
he killed her as surely
as if he had taken a gun
of his choice and blew her
away.
he took,....her children
her money, her shelter
even her food and the
life she was trying
to rebuild.
the miserable creature
who said she was not
good enought married
a new woman on the
day that they were
divorced.
so now....for many
years she was wandered
here and there and really
has no home. she lives
in pods at different peoples'
homes that love her.
then she moves on in a
cycle again.
her life seems to be
motivated by a fear she
is unwilling to discuss.
i know that she is certain
that if she stops she will die.
oh, God, i love her, i love
her, i love her.
by janetta
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I So, Love The Scent, of A Fresh, Cup Of Tea
Like, I Love The Smell, of A Fresh-Bathed Baby
Both, Are So Very Delicate, Soothing & Sweet
Both, Are A Unique, Fragile-Moment Complete
And With Rose Petals and Soft Lavender Scents
And Apple-Blossoms, Honey and Fresh Peppermint
All Come In Lotions Or Talc-Powder For Baby
And In My Teacup, These Aromas Are Tasty
I So Love The Scent of Steeped-Leaf Tea
And A Fresh -Bathed, Gurgling Baby
Come, Sip A Cup of Tea With Me
While I Hold & Sniff The Baby
when one thinks about the truth go's down the cave of are
love are called angular rivers across the
landscape of the resistance
we know
the existence of happiness is not an impulse in
yourself or a mourning of
the absolute risk with the...
...air cleared up visions of our heaven...
comes off the stand and the wild boar of Tempt
and ...
...the defendant wishes to be the one to do revolutionary
thinkers tie on the sidelines of balance
You have already seen how mediocre
the kiss of a stranger who just about him looking
and does not want to experience what love is
the rays
of happiness
envy the way of the whirlwind
of what beatified become
as a mystery of love 's
grace the delusional idea
of the rich figureheads
who experience what the cold
told how urgently needed the perfection
of an underground language that plague lackeys peace 's
founders can get yourself a crown of magic and dwarfed
around the trees of interaction
the wind refreshing shape
stormed the poet's responsibility
of the extended bet a wordless dictation wishing for
others to use as an image curve do cry
engraved paper to the house of loyalty
"It would be so nice if something made sense for a change",
Alice shouted for all to hear!
She hoped her words echoed in every land
crystal clear.
In case she wasn't heard, she tried a second time
telling all around what was in her mind......
"I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me think. Was I the same when I got up
this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the
same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's the great puzzle!"i
and with that said she put on her dancing shoes and searched for a partner to dance with.
She needed that to happen, dancing brings her back to life. Its like needing oxygen. It
not a want but a need.
She was lost but used her heart as her compass.
She was a bright shining light full of love and passion.
She was a gypsy roaming the earth
her love she gave in rations.
She trusted all at first
To lay down a law of respect
But slowly was burned most everytime
When would she Collect?
What she was owed
A bit of joy
A taste of love
without being coy.
Alice is sweet and pure as air
She just thinks life should be fair.
Maybe she'll wardrobe one last time
and go on an adventure ridding the slime.
What would her fans think?
I think they are owed
An honest heartfelt scene
Before it snows.
And you
- A fantasy running wild
There are some thoughts
Some wild and some tamed
You eyes run on you, wild
Watching you while u move
In sense to fill you in life
Touching u, your hands
Feeling your hair, smell
Your deep scent, intoxicate
Feeling deep love of you
Just want love of you
Close to my heart
Fill with warmth
And you.
06.03.11
Remember picnics by the lake
Talking about what it would take
To make our future as one?
I miss all the plans that we had made
All the love we had and gave
Our love, our all
I never thought today
We’d happily go our separate ways
Rid of having enough
I miss all the plans that we had made
All the love we had and gave
But I don’t miss you
i envy every child that I see in the street. I see them and I feel like I can remember
being like them.
They live in the bliss of ignorance and have not yet discovered laziness.
The only emotion they feel towards the opposite sex is yuckyness and giddyness.
There is no confliction and nothing is unrequited. There is no comprehension of love or lack
of.
Your best friend is that way because you both like playing with the sandpit better than the
water.
Not because you discuss all of your problems, help eachother in moments of heartache and
can see, accept and love them in spaces of horridness and distress.
They spend their weekends playing curby with the kids across the street and going to the
supermarket with their mothers.
There is no confusion and everything is completely and utterly free. There is no obligation to
overanalise or over- think : there is nothing to over think.
Everything is approached with openess and hopefulness - not awkardness and suspicion.
Laughing is innocent, I have never laughed so much than when I was a kid. They do not laugh
at the expense of others or in embarressment. You will never, ever have belly-laughs like
they do.
I will never be able to look at the world with the eyes they do.
Form:
My dear Mother
I think of you more often than any other
It’s been so long since I’ve seen your face
My mind goes blank when I try hard to trace
I try to remember your warm hands and caring demeanor
It’s been so long since I’ve heard your voice the air grows leaner
Now I am left here with memories that I keep by choice
Locked in a book where I turn the page to peak and rejoice
Dear Mother you taught me so much with your cooking technique
And I miss listening to you and Dad when you would sit and speak
I wish your were here to met my daughter that I love so much
And watch her grow and give her hugs love and such
You know you never think you’ll lose her one-day
But then she’s gone when you have so much to say
I see her come walking into my dreams
Then she ventures off and I’m left in tears and screams
I wake up to wonder was it real or just unclear
Or just another moment together in a dream atmosphere
Dear Mother I wanted take this day to say
Although your not here anymore Happy Mothers day!
Written By Laura L. McKenzie