Nineties Poems - Poems about Nineties

...The Bakers Boys had a bakery for as long as I knew. We would get fudge, cookies, cakes, and pies from them too. My grandma bought sourdough and rye. My mom would buy cookies from no other guy. ......Read the rest...

... In the still of the night, I become intoxicated with the moon's soft light, the view of Roxy Anne, City Lights. Whispers of the wind caress my lampogen, I let her back into my......Read the rest...

... Like a hypnotized maniac on quaaludes and Prozac still trying desperately to get back to the nineties 17 not 19 still dreaming and scheming to find a way to become their great grandparent......Read the rest...

...I can feel this thread running all over me, it’s like I am connected to the deep blue sea and the current is pulling me into the deep dragging me towards an unplanned destiny; the cords are running i......Read the rest...

... Sleeping was an effort. Humidity draped my skin like wet clothing as if I had spent the night in a steamy rain forest. Gradually, I rolled off the ledge of consciousness into a sound s......Read the rest...

...In the Nineties Clyde’s heart sank: The slowest to rise in rank! You’d think him some faulty shank, The air about his room dank But he was filling his tank For being no stranger to prank That m......Read the rest...

...Mae West's Room Every hierarchy exists dependent upon those below to support it. Can it be any different with the gods, when some are greater and some are less? We all are gods and is......Read the rest...

... What is this lodging and people strangeth Yond walketh but never see Looking as the screen doest changeth Laughing with mirth and glee And roaring beasts runneth up the roads Li......Read the rest...

...Please help yarn hexed door neighbor... Yours truly pinned down by invisible vestiges of coronavirus and getting attacked from angry plague of buttons, plus huge spools of yarn grossly misto......Read the rest...

...In the supine chambers of my mind: Thoughts of different hues spring up unsought They crisscross like fireflies in the dark Dancing virtually 3D all night Love isn’t always reciprocal In se......Read the rest...

...Midst many senior-citizens of our little township, Has been Mr. Captain, a solemn man in his mid-nineties, One, enjoying each-and-everyone's abundant friendship, Who looked much younger, yet, as t......Read the rest...

...After many hiccups along the way, My faith in flying cars has been rewarded, The promises given in the sixties, That got buried alive in the seventies, That almost ran out of air in the eighties......Read the rest...

... Do they have souls of their own? That break and let us perspire and moan? I just want to leave this steaming town. Those AC’s, such insensitive clowns. They wait happily till it gets ......Read the rest...

...*** I saw a bouquet of flowers. Hung on a tattered door. The old house where it hung,  was decaying, dwindling and worn. If ......Read the rest...

...The summer of 1964 I spend in a tree with cats Reading Trixie Belden and Nancy Drew Discovering Agatha Christie While I spy on the neighbors Mr. and Mrs. Dellabetta are in their nineties. Th......Read the rest...