Best Nostalgiame Poems
I learned a lot from Grandma
She helped me become a man
When I thought I just couldn't make it
She always told me I can
She taught me all of life's lessons
While sitting at her breakfast nook
Some homemade cookies and a glass of milk
Was usually all it took
She told me all about Heaven
And the price we'd pay for sin
She always started her lessons with
"Let me see now, where do I begin?"
I really miss her cookies
And the stories she used to tell
She knew how to get my attention
I just couldn't resist that smell
Whenever I messed up really bad
And thought I'd gone too far
She'd just pour me another glass of milk
And reach for that cookie jar
My grandma's passed away now
But that cookie jar is on my shelf
And whenever I start to miss her
I just smile and help myself
Faded photographs; a sentimental knick knack;
a much loved movie from so many years ago.
The times I chance on things like these, it takes me back.
The person that I used to be, I hardly know.
A much loved movie from so many years ago -
so out of style today, not like it used to seem.
The person that I used to be, I hardly know.
Time brought me swiftly to the Now. It seems a dream.
So out of style today, not like it used to seem -
that saved old pair of jeans; that certain special song.
Time brought me swiftly to the Now. It seems a dream,
I grow unsure if in this new world I belong.
That saved old pair of jeans; that certain special song;
the times I chance on things like these, they take me back.
I grow unsure if in this new world I belong.
Faded photographs; a sentimental knick knack!
Inspired by Paula Swanson's "Back to Back" Contest
The meadow’s breath a gift to all, the mist, the morning dew,
a silent sigh, a heartfelt call, a prayer to me and you.
Green and warm, full of life, the forest's skirt, the Maid's delight,
where rabbits dwell in lovers’ dells, a dream in morning light.
Gold and bright, full of life, the forest's skirt and Knight's delight;
life lies in grasses high, where lovers sleep and passion cries.
White and fair, full of life, the forest's skirt of pearly white;
burrowers sleep in bowers deep, hearths alight on chill nights.
The meadow's breath a gift to all, the mist, the morning dew;
a silent sigh, a heartfelt call, a prayer to me and you.
The men have made the meadow home, no rabbits now play there,
no deer appear so near the roads for cars bring them dispare.
The meadow was home to many things, butterflies, birds on wing,
yet, few can dwell where men reside, the forest's skirt swept aside.
The meadow’s breath a gift to all, the mist, the morning dew,
a silent sigh, a heartfelt call, a prayer to me and you.
Sometimes I can't believe it
It all happened so fast
Real life is truly here
Just who is that looking at me in the mirror?
How come these bills are addressed to my name?
It's like I went to sleep and woke up
And I'm all grown up
Sometimes I miss the days
When your crush had cooties, not STDs
And afternoons were spent climbing trees
And it's hard to grasp our age
Who's that man calling you "his wife"?
How come that little girl just called you Dad?
It's like I went to sleep and woke up
And we're all grown up
Sometimes the kids today
Make me feel so old when they say
They've never heard of Kurt Cobain
But I know that we're better
Cause we could fix our Nintendo in just one blow
And we all figured this out sans Twitter
It's like I went to sleep and woke up
And I'm all grown up
I remember the stupid things
Pogs and Goosebump books
Playlists were mixtapes on cassettes
And Friday nights meant TGIF on ABC
Nickelodeon was our only obsession
Friend requests were made in person
And they still showed music videos on MTV
It's like I went to sleep and woke up
And it's a different world - Nothing's the same
Cause we're all grown up
Sometimes, when I am alone
I go inside myself
and I get a little box
I keep upon a shelf.
My box is filled with memories,
sweet days that I once knew.
One of my greatest treasures
is the memory of you.
Time has begun to fade it
and has bent the corners in
yet when I gaze upon it,
it comes alive again.
I let it take me over
I ride it like a wave
feeling every inch of love
you once, so sweetly gave.
It fills my soul with pleasure
and helps me get away
from all the tribulations
that I must face each day.
Yet it was not always beautiful,
this memory I hold.
It use to only give me pain
and leave me feeling cold.
But so much time has passed away
and the pain has took its' leave
so now I may finally
enjoy instead of grieve.
Once it has embraced me
and filled me with its' wealth
I put it gently in my box
and place it on the shelf.
I'll always keep this precious jewel
with tender, loving care
so that when I need it,
it will be waiting there.
Every year our vacation was always the same. Two
weeks of fishing, playing, eating and being together
on the river. We had no electricity, no TV, and we
all loved it. The four cousins had time to get to know
each other and to just be kids. In the woods, on the river,
building forts and damns, catching frogs, campfires,
and , of course, fishing.
One day, when everyone else had given up and the kids
were playing on the bank, I hooked on to a BIG one.
I started to scream and shout...they all gathered round
to urge me on, give me advise and to share my
glorious moment. My tackle was not rigged for
salmon, but we could soon tell that's what I had.
For at least 15 minutes I was a star, playing that
fish, back and forth, until he was close to the
bank and we could see that he was a monster..
a big reddish salmon.
My niece, who was about 10, jumped into the
water to help me land him, and then, disaster struck.
He spit the hook, flashed his tail, and off he swam.
We all stood there in stunned silence..not knowing
whether to laugh of cry. I did a bit of each.
The story has become the stuff of legends, the story of
Aunti/Mom and the "one that got away"..really, its
more the story of the bond of family and times that
were so precious.
For the One That Got Away contest...
I’ve tasted betrayal before just like I have tasted lies
but each time it’s so bitter, the taste always a surprise.
I cannot expel this sickness you left to rot in my soul
the brittleness of your lies that made you lose control.
So I am left no resolution and more unanswered questions,
you told me it would be an hour when I’d only had seconds.
You came in as an infection and you’re leaving a disease
once proud I stood and yet you brought me to my knees
your taking me down and you’re dragging me low.
Why take my hand if you only plan to just let go?
It could have been you
Hiding behind the post
Stretching out your arms
Your tiny face upturned
To the early morning sun
Waving at me softly
While swaying with the breeze
It was only wishful thinking...
But you look so much the same
that I walked a little closer
and nearly called your name
A scent so very subtle
Drifted through the air
Reminding me of the last time
I tied a ribbon in your hair
I picked the wildflower for you
But you’re much too far away
Shall wilt before you see it
This one I picked today
Against the velvet petals
You won’t get to press your face
But together we will pick the one
That grows up in its place
I’ll save this in our special book
Pressed between the pages
And hide it in our secret place
We’ve known about for ages
The next time that you come again....
You’ll know right where to look!
I fell totally In love with you,
my feelings grew so strong.
i was a bit scared and insecure,
that something would go wrong.
but i started to relax,
and i let you fully into my heart.
but then things made it hard for us
and it broke my heart apart.
i was in a too familiar situation,
but this time it hurt even more.
as you are the first person,
who ive had real feelings like this for.
i love being around you,
i love how you made me smile,
even though the distance kept us apart...
the wait was all worthwhile,
for every moment spent with you,
even if not for long,
made me the happiest ever,
all my worries were gone.
i love the way you looked in my eyes,
the way you held me tight,
waking up to you in the morning,
and cuddling up to you at night.
for being with you made me see,
made me really believe,
that true love existed.... and it was happening to me..
i will never ever stop loving you,
and i will always be there,
you will never ever leave my heart
and for you ill always care.
i no that if we are meant to be,
then one day we will be,
if not you have my friendship always,
ill always love you baby
Form:
This precious heirloom from my grandma
is more than a little bit worn.
Sewn with infinitely tiny stitches,
it was much used before I was born.
She was just twenty- three when she sewed it.
Her beloved was fighting a war.
Made I would guess for her hope chest,
dated eighteen hundred sixty-four.
She had added her maiden initials,
so we know she was not married as yet.
I wish she had told me her story,
but my grandma and I never met.
It was passed down to me from a cousin
who had used it to cover her bed,
without giving a thought that our grandma
had made it before she was wed.
I’ve handed it down to my daughter
who now gives it meticulous care.
This coverlet has long outlived the designer
but is elegant proof she was here.
Won no. 3 in "Anything Handmaid contest
Never forget that I was your angel
That your tears fell when you saw me crying
Never forget that you hugged me
When I needed comfort.
Never forget that I was your angel.
Never forget that you were like home
When my beloved ones were so far
Never forget that you filled my heart with your love
When the ugly monster lied.
Never forget that I was your angel.
Never forget that I was your child,
That I loved the seed of your womb.
Never forget that you covered me with gifts
Gifts that I will always keep.
Never forget that I was your angel.
Never forget that on February the second
Our souls were separated by distance
Never forget my humble spirit
And if you ever hear my spirit walking in the house….
Never forget that I was your angel.
(dedicated to my wonderful A & M)
I sank my fragile being in delights of dew
Waltz on cheeks of people, through mosaic of eyes
I also whispered HIM, when He tried to rain
My secret bits of wishes... returning to the fields
I dove into abyss so to revive with grace
and let my deer absorb me surviving drought of soul
But Keeper of The Cage allows me only be
A maze of salty traces on lifeless eyes of beads...
for HGarvey Daniel Esquire's Contest "Personify A Tear "
written as a teenager and translated now ....
by: iolanda scripca
The sparkling goodness imprisons an autumn sun
And takes me back to the tender days when I was very young
When I'd help my Mama pluck them off the ground
Tart fallen pippin apples which the warm brisk winds had found
We'd stack them in her apron hammock bed
And when we'd gathered enough, into the house we'd head
Right to the kitchen sink to sort, and wash
And I would stand upon a chair to watch
Then gently laid on a towel, they'd shine till they were gleaming
We'd sit, and chat, she'd peel and we'd talk about every little thing
She would open the Crisco can, and the flour canister
And soon, before my very eyes, the pie dough would appear
She would roll the dough, and let me have a try
She would break off a piece for my miniature pie...
Side by side, she would show me how
Her patience was amazing....as I struggled to follow
The petals of peeled slices, layered out into rows
Sprinkled with her spices, added sugar and butter bows
Popped carefully into a piping oven, not quite an hour or so...
We'd watch them turn a golden brown...filling up my nose
With a cinnamon sweet fragrance, that would make my child's mouth drool
She would finally remove them, hot and gold, slightly letting them cool
Would top their goodness with heaping mounds of vanilla ice cream too!
Ahhh....sweet are the memories of those awesome pie ala modes...
Are you watching me Mom?...on those autumn days when I have shown
My grandchild how to peel, and slice, and roll, and bake her own??....
Marvin was right.
You are the love of my life.
Heaven must have sent you from above.
Because to me precious is your love.
Marvin is a genius.
Can I get a witness?
Your love is more precious than any stone.
It's stronger than calcium in bones.
Marvin is legendary.
Your love is so precious to me it's scary.
It's more lyrical than a verse in any song.
It's more powerful than any king on the throne.
Precious is your love to me
I want your love to travel like Marvin
Through my musical history.
The preciousness of your love
Is truly sent from above.
1-28-11
Take me home, oh take me home to stay
To a weary heart some comfort bring
Let me rest , I long for yesterday...
Years have past , the sky is turning gray
For me soon the bells of death will ring
Take me home, oh take me home to stay...
In my youth's folly I went away
Now to the past my thoughts do cling
Let me rest, I long for yesterday...
I thought to conquer the world one day
But instead I felt the serpent's sting
Take me home, oh take me home to stay...
Just let me smell life's old bouquet
And remember old songs to sing
Let me rest, I long for yesterday...
I see the light of home so far away
And the thrush upon its silent wing
Take me home, oh take me home to stay
Let me rest, I long for yesterday.