Nostalgia Childhood Poems

Wandering in the corridors of my heart 
Somewhere in a mystical part 
I came across a curious door 
But It felt like the  life's...

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c a c k e d pavement and chalk,
    o     c      c
h ...

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I used to ride the train
from school to home and back,
every other weekend,
in an old Pullman car
built in the nineteen-thirties.
It smelled like my grandma’s house—
a...

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There was once
a pink plaid elephant
whose trunk I kissed to sleep.
I won her fair and square—
a coloring contest,
Top Value Stamps.

She slept beside me
every night.
Her trunk,...

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Delectable dreams of sweet treats 
chasing after the ice cream truck.
Lunge for that strawberry eclair,
fast like your life depends on it.

A street’s dead end cul-de-sac...

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In forgotten fields of green,
Where laughter echoed, wild and free,
I chase the ghosts of childhood's dream,
And whispers of yesterday's sweet theme.

Sunday morning, bright and fair,
Church...

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Behold the shout of “SEA!” where ends the land
  down Manzanilla way on windward shore -
on coconut road, on ribbons of sand
  and...

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      Ah, the fragrant fumes of paint drying on a picket fence
        ...

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I remember how 
you used to roll
your popcorn popper
across the floor grinning
and not paying attention
to where you were going—
and how happily you 
pretended to drive
the...

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They stood like rhymes
on fencepost spines
with wisdom scrawled
in shaving thymes—
a roadside gospel,
terse and sweet
that preached with
meter, grit, and heat.

Rosemary likes
a clean-shaved man,
if wooing her
is in...

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streams of mud


we played in shallow streams of muck
where there was no black, no white
we were all mud-packed kids
crusty-skinned little boys who knew the sludge...

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Laughter of children and the dull clatter of small feet on aged wood. The congestion of men's voices with talk of crops, rain, and "remembering...

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You were there
before memory.

Before voices had names,
before light had meaning
you were there.

Brown as warm bread,
soft as a breath held in sleep,
you waited.
And I held you.

You...

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easter egg hunt
for busy little bunnies
childhood memories



AP: Honorable Mention 2025

Posted on April 17, 2025...

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Back in the eighties, wild and free..
A golden time for you and me.  
We'd ride our bikes through streets unknown.. 
No screens, no apps.....

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