Best Nostalgic Poems
when summer was
a caterpillar
moving at a crawl,
it became the butterfly
brightest of all
The world burns apart,
like paper over candle.
The only breaking point
that this planet couldn't handle.
Something turns to nothing
and that nothing's what remains,
that nothing turns to something
and that something turns to days.
Days are made of moments.
Moments; made of you,
moments make up hours
and together we make two.
We co-create a world
and pretend we're here forever,
let's break apart the pieces
come on, let's tear it down together!
This world was made to murder us
this world was made of fire,
we were born to join a homicide
and born pre-expired.
Time didn't want us,
we pretend we're here forever,
let's break apart the pieces
come on, let's tear it down together!
Our minds are vast and lonely
instant pleasure keeps us lifted,
it's no wonder every human
has to leave this world addicted.
God loves junkies more then pastors
We leave first, He knows us better.
lets break apart the pieces
come on, let's tear it down together!
You're simple and distracting,
I say "I love you" out of habit.
I pawned your love to get us high
And you still humanized my addict.
I’ll leave behind my needle
And you can wear that dress forever.
Our purpose in this world is simple;
let's tear it down,
you and I.
* *
* Snowflakes fall *
* Christmas eve night *
* * children * *
softly sleeping
* * dreaming of sleigh bells *
Christmas tree * *
* adorned
* * with bright lights *
flashing * *
* * bubbles dance *
in glass bulbs *
* * wrapped presents await *
children's early morning * *
* * thrills *
* festive traditions *
* * *
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Contest: Writing Challenge, Yalto Form
Sponsor: Constance La France
12/11/22 (Syllables checked with howmanysyllables.com)
I walk, hear nature's moving sounds
carried slowly through forest paths
nostalgic scent of moist dew grounds.
fleeting dappled somber fingers
unclosing against vast sky, cause
outside world so nimble lingers.
braids of pain stifle my madness
loves unavoidable death; my
head bowed with cherishing sadness.
10/21/2020
Writing Challenge - Tercets - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Looking out the windowpane
through worlds of cloud and shine
familiar impulses through my nerve
a feel of excitement, a feel of sorrow.
Beauty and grace found in all
today I looked out my windowpane
I saw rains, clouds, grass and trees
tender emotions floods my face
sentiments of past brings me memories
delightful, yet distant
oh how I wish to see my yesterday
feel the feeling of childhood
pure excitement being a part of it
rain, clouds, grass and trees
Now I reach for that past, that breeze, that happiness
Only to hit adulthood
A barrier stood before me
The barrier grows larger
As I grow bigger
Until only memories remain of a certain past,
of a certain child playing under
the rain, clouds, grass and trees
A picture perfect of white muses on the toes of time
Ephemeral youthful grace surrounded by the darkest background
A dusty album closed and saved for other curious eyes...
for Rick Parise's Contest " May I Have This Sijo Dance"
Faraway from my motherland
Blend with the alien bands
I feel sad and lonely
My native language flees
In different horizon I stay
The sorrow stings nights and days
With dull and deaden sense
My homesick is immense
In a strange space I stay
Think to the birth-land faraway
The sweet voice of my mother
Echoes in my heart over and over
It's Record Store Day,
A nostalgic past visit,
Browse, look or purchase.
**support the local shops in your area on April 16th
for Record store day so they can still be around!
Today I bumped into my Childhood
and it did not recognize me.
I said: "Hi! Do you live close by?"
It answered mutely with frightened eyes...
Reality was pulling it away from me
I had Childhood in my palms today
but once again it cried snowflakes
of tears of Christmas long time gone...
Hi guys plz go through my poem ,After two years of marriage journey..Life has taken me so far..recollecting the past memories with my bro and refreshing the moments we shared together on his Birthday!!
Inside home or outside the house,
Hide and seek We played like mouse.
Very much fond of Hit and beat,
Fighting and mingling in a split of seconds like a treat.
Pulling leg like no one else,
Playing pranks,betting odds like no one does.
For every game which we played,
Slowly steadily in a day.
Not I used to take my turn,
You are the one who tied ribbons of my likes/dislikes
& gave me love in return!
Those lovely days,those astonishing spark,
Each & everyday was beaming with Sunrise from the dark.
Carving my life with an meaningful essence,
Lighting the bonfire of my life,You made it more delighted.
Its because of You bro, my lovely star from the heaven of blue sky,
My life is often been solaced with your presence,
Thanks for every thing You did in a sense.
"Wishing You a very Happy Birthday. God bless YOU as always with
full of love,prosperity and good health.loads of love. "
Now at an advanced crotchety age
namely three score plus one Earth
orbitz around the nearest star,
yours truly revisits
poignant episodes foisting
launching snapchatting
one after another crisis
sidelining ability to cope
pursuing life, liberty
and pursuit of happiness
whiz hard by at light speed.
Though just a kid during third industrial revolution,
I remember feeling lost in space (age) and agog
at being on the cusp, when infrastructure
(regarding blueprint describing
information superhighway,
technological/computer transformation
would when soon after graduating
Methacton high school
(mine alma mater)
quickly usher The Fourth Industrial Revolution
a way of describing the blurring of boundaries
between the physical, digital, and biological worlds,
a fusion of advances in artificial intelligence (AI),
robotics, the Internet of Things (IoT), 3D printing,
genetic engineering, quantum computing,
and other technologies.
Nostalgic yellow,
striped in black,
moves so quickly,
takes me back.
Nostalgic yellow,
Riles the air,
blowing tempests
through my hair.
At day's beginning
always there,
along with sunshine
brings despair.
Nostalgic yellow,
hated, mocked,
by kids who wake
at six o'clock
Windows open,
doors would lock.
In wisdom's belly
It shall dock.
Abiding by the
Golden rule,
Nostalgic yellow
takes the fool,
and in its jolting
metal flight,
Nostalgic yellow's
off to school.
In a world of make believe
Inside my T.V. screen
I was mesmerized by a show,
The likes I'd never seen.
Barnabas, Quentin and Angelique;
Inhabitants of Collinsport, Maine
Lived a life like no others.
To miss it caused me pain.
This tale of a heartbroken vampire
And the witch obssessed with he
Held me enthralled for years,
Their lives unfolding in my T.V.
Long before "Vampire Diaries",
Long before the movie "Twilight",
Barnabas Collins was the man
Who walked as a vampire by night.
It's been over forty years since
The Collins family came daily to call.
Of all the shows I saw in my youth
Dark Shadows was the best of them all.
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By Francine Roberts 12/01/2012
for Michael Falotico's 'Rhyme Me an Old T.V. Show' contest
"Dark Shadows"
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"Dark Shadows" ran from June 27, 1966 to April 2, 1971.
It aired Monday through Friday. A supernatural soap opera with a
vampire, a witch, a werewolf and so much more.
Johnny Depp is reprising the role of Barnabas Collins in a
movie version of "Dark Shadows" based on the series.
It is set to be released this spring. I will be in the audience
the first night.
I remember,
blowing bubbles into the air;
rolling in leaves in September,
oh, I had not a care !
In the sunshine bubbles would float and drift
until a gentle breeze would make them shift !
I liked to watch frogs in the pond,
feed ducks while bubbles went up and beyond !
Bubbles, bubbles,
some are purple and some are white;
in those days I had no troubles,
bubbles were my delight !
I had tea time for dolls and teddy bears,
of the sadness I was still unawares !
Bubbles bigger and big,
blew bubbles for my cat Thingamajig !
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September 24, 2021
Poetry/Rhyme/Nostalgic Childhood
Copyright Protected, ID 09-1390-861-24
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
(Inspiration - image #2)
Written for the Standard contest, Rhyme Me Rhyme Me A Poem
sponsor, Eve Roper, Judged 10/5/2021
First Place
Christmas has always held a special place in my being
I used to read my books snuggled between the hearth and tree
There was nothing like the shimmer and glimmer of the bokeh lights
Real pine needles would poke, prod and pierce me
Loved the wooden cranberries that wrapped and hugged branches
But my favorite ornament in the box's assortment
Was a soldier when I pulled on strings attached to his body
His legs would spread from the thin, worn thread
The angel who looked over us all is propped up on top
A virgin dressed in white, eyes shut and held a light
The circumference of her bottom just fits over the tree's pointed edge
When the lights below fill her body, she has a magical glow
And my parents would lie presents in the most special pattern
Stacked to the brim and packed 'round the tree's rim
To maximize the effect that Santa had read our letters
Wanting the wrapping paper to never taper
This Christmas I felt nostalgic as I look at my own tree
Memories put a slight pain in my side and I cried
I miss the days of the past when Christmas made me safe
I try to find it now as I have grown but somehow it's hard to have known
That Christmas is not a tree, ornaments or the way the gifts are displayed
This holiday, this year to me is about remembering how if feels when I look at the tree
Christmas is a feeling that can make tears fall from my eyes
But they are feelings of the good times that will never die