Nostalgia Narrative Poems
These Nostalgia Narrative poems are examples of Narrative poems about Nostalgia. These are the best examples of Narrative Nostalgia poems written by international poets.
Our Spicy First Date
funny, funny love, humor,
I still savor the thought of the zest that I caught
When you joined us that night after school.
Tara figured out why, since she’s so sage...
Once Upon a Halloween in the 50's
The excitement mounted as we rummaged around in the attic looking through old steamer trunks for discarded clothes and props to make Halloween costumes. With...
Those Were Da Days
nostalgia, perspective, slavery, song,
Workin' fo’ free from cradle ta grave
Laborin' sunup ta sundown e’eryday,
while Missy and Massa sat in da shade
Those were da days
Us darkies knew where our...
My Five Senses
children, memory, nostalgia,
an autumn breeze renewed my senses,,,
of the place I used to know
I stepped down from the porch, outside my own thoughts
farm, growth, inspiration, nostalgia,
amidst the tangle of trumpet vines
young saplings and half rotted stumps
where buffalo grass is near head high
an old stone foundation silently rests
it bore the full...
family, imagery, life, loss,
Most evenings, right around supper,
when the sky was streaked red
right before dark, the old man
would talk of Oklahoma-
the first time he hunted squirrel,
down by Coal...
If There Were Just More Porches
An old house with an old porch
Is a most miraculous thing.
Politics are settled, children admonished,
Babies shown off and growing up,
Advice shared – we need...
Shot from the Saddle
anger, betrayal, conflict, nostalgia,
Knocked from my saddle,
I didn't see it coming,
shot in the back,
he thought I was dead.
He didn't wait around to see,
if I was killed,
because God let...
- Small Children's Feet -
childhood, happiness, memory,
People are struggling to live
Farms with green grass roof
An old-fashioned mower
The daylight set the time
Milk bucket on ramps
Potatoes and fish four days a week
Muscatine,Iowa was my kind of town
animal, community, fun, funny,
In the early 70’s my husband and our first baby, Angela, moved to Muscatine, Iowa, in the middle of the night, in the summer time....
change, mother, nostalgia,
My mother's dishes are as delicate as she,
Tiny pink rose bouquets and silver rims.
Once I used them with her lace tablecloth,
For Thanksgiving and Christmas back...
Once Upon A Summer's Eve
memory, nostalgia, woman, women,
Once upon a summer’s eve, when I was younger, I met a person over the phone.
She was the concerned mother of my daughter’s new best...
The Sea-Cook's Lover, Part II
loneliness, loss, lost love,
...One night I asked who it was,
she said,”Just a man I used to know.”
She would never say more than that,
so I decided wisely to let...
The Sea-Cook's Lover, Part I
loneliness, loss, lost love,
A young woman named Meredith
took a cook’s job on a great ship,
raven-haired and dark of eyes,
she stood slender as a whip.
For five years she traveled...
My Long Lost Youth
Oh for the days of my long lost youth
Making paper airplanes, watching em glide
Looping like barnstorming pilots of the 30s
Above the trees like birds on...
PART ONE - A Gunshot Wound to the Heat - A short story from my memoir
GUNSHOT WOUND TO THE HEART
From a two-room schoolhouse high on a hill over the Fundy Bay, I sat at an old wooden desk daydreaming....
PART TWO- Gunshot Wound to the Heart- a short story from my Memoir - A journey of Roses and Thorns
It was a hot summer day. Harry had stopped by Grandma's house and offered to take the two little girls down to the store...
A Christmas Scene
children, christmas, family, fantasy,
Off to grandmother’s cottage we go,
past snow covered pines all in a row,
to a cozy home with old fashion charm,
standing beside it the red painted...
Once Upon a Christmas 1954 - Part One - a short story from my memoir
Each year as Christmas rolls around, as I buckle under the pressure and stress of shopping for gifts for people that already have everything,...
Once Upon a Christmas 1954 - PART 2 - a short story from my memoir
Finally – it was Christmas Eve and we put the presents under the tree and hung our stockings at the foot of the bed. ...