Fifties Poems - Poems about Fifties

Listen to the rock’n’roll of the fifties alive, raw, unfiltered, throbbing away in your ears, your veins, your pulse racing along with your feet… From Elvis to Little Richard ...

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With nostalgia Mom looks back to the year A little girl walking to Riverside Park, without fear Except for the bowery, no homeless on the street Kids played outside, lots of friends to meet. A chocolate bar was 5 cents, a penny was copper through You could buy a gun downtown, no-one would take it from you. It was a period...

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We used to celebrate the fourth of July with our cousins. Barbecuing food, and attending the parade up town on the square. Sometimes we decorated our bikes with streamers and rode in the parade. My cousin’s cousin was in the parade, as a queen once; that was nice. Our families got along well, and my Daddy liked being with...

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Welcome to the fifty’s diner Where there are chrome stools Black, red and white leather seats A checkered floor Everything matches A soda machine is standing ready The chef is heating up the fryer Burgers and fries are the main stay The waitress has filled the ketchup bottles There are also mustard bottles, and salt and pepper shakers Staff is ready for school to dismiss So,...

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In the quiet twilight, we gather here today, To honor my dad, remember him, and pray. From the promised land, he flew with no regret, To the fifties U.S., a different mindset. In the old world, he wore many hats, even a soldier, Now a young man on a Greyhound bus, bound...

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I stare at the nostalgic art It is straight out of the fifties When women were dying thei hair Turquois to match their turquoise car and luggage Or pink to match their pink car and luggage I stare at the art; remembering my youth Thinking pink hair made sense it did in the fifties....

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Janice is as fresh and pretty as a fifties diner That opened a week ago, said Cuz. We saw her sitting at the counter And we saw how fresh and crisp she was Her freshly-washed pin-curls give her that fifties look. We wonder if she is related to the hostess or the cook? Janice gives us a smile and we recognize...

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This frog is straight out of the fifties How can you tell? He is a beatnik. How so? He plays bongo drums. He has a lava lamp. I think they were from the sixties. And fringed vest jacket. The seventies, honey We stared at each other. How old do you think this frog is? Unsure, but he is dancing under a disco ball. Eighties I think. A well-rounded...

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In the fifties we girls could not wear pants Unless it was bitter cold, then a temporary grant. We wore them under our dresses in freezing drool But had to take them off when we got to school If you told a girl today she had to wear a dress She would look at you like you had a nose...

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Ice, ice, baby You pour me over maybe A straw to pierce the depths Inhale the deepest breaths A fancy glass all fluted In milky joy I'm rooted A scoop of whizzed banana Tastes of pure Americana The decor is all flashy Just white and red, not trashy All dressed up in your nifties Time travel to the fifties For teens on scooters suited All sweetness undiluted A jukebox...

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Nothing Like The “Fifties” Miracle Man 8/18/2023 There once was a time political parties merely disagreed. Now neither party chooses to be civil until the other will accede. So with red face they wrangle awaiting another abate. Today, it seems disagreement, is synonymous with hate. ...

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FIFTIES FOOTLES flirty dancing ladies excuse-me quick-step fox trot hop skip jive trip  last waltz so slow hold close love flowed...

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Long striped gloves gave her an elegance Understated glamour, familiar in the fifties The sixties claimed a bit of this romantic chicness, However, the fifties owned it without bragging...

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Wads of Bazooka Joe under my seat cigarette smoke in the john Butting in line for some 'mystery meat' giggling at boys with a 'hard-on' This was the kind of mischief we made ~ before handguns replaced baseball card...

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We all wanted feline female cat glasses in 1952. We could get them with silvery rhinestones too. I wanted them for sure, when I saw them later. For in 1952 I was still cooking in an incubator. These cat glasses were worn by each movie star. We loved them so, they were glitzy from afar. By 1962 they were no longer...

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