Nostalgia Poems | Examples of Nostalgia Poetry

Melodic harmony

Georgia gentle on my mind
Willie took us on the journey home
~ ever so sweet nostalgic feeling



Wordku: 5-7-5 words

Trancelike Dream

I don’t want to 
Submit myself 
To flashing ads 
And transient script 
From a digital screen, 
I want to hold a real book, 
Lose myself in its pages, 
In a trancelike dream.

A Puff of Limestone Rock

Occasionally, I find myself back in the old neighborhood.
It looks slanted and aseptic-like an abortion clinic.
All of the old trees have been gleaned from the streets
there are the no hedges separating the houses
there are no weeds on the lawns
they look soft and pastel perfect...
Weed killer wasn't in full vogue yet.

I see my old childhood home
it

Rhetorical Somethings And Nothings

Somewhere there’s a
sunflower poking out from
the corner of a concrete
barrier, going unnoticed
by everyone except
myself.

And it makes
me wonder:

They say when
you fall in love with
an artist, you
can never die.

But what
happens when
an artist falls
in love? Do
they continue
capturing futures,
or only retrospective
moments?

Time is an old
concept—or shall
I say, odd?

Because
I see you in soft shadows
and storefront glass, in
wilted flowers I forget to
water,

Effervescence

Effervescence

There’s a cartoon I once adored,
Its colours danced, my young heart soared.
The screen would sing, the voices ring.
And joy was such a simple thing.

But years slipped past, the hues grew dim,
The songs grew faint, like an old hymn.
I packed it away with my forgotten toys,
Forgetting the spark of those innocent joys.

And then one day—it caught

All Of The Little Things Our Little Brains Choose To Remember For A Short Little While

Isn’t it odd?
All of the little things
that remain in our
little brains?

One day, you’ll
be walking down the
street, just minding your
own business, when suddenly
you’ll stop.

A sight,
A sound,
A scent,
A memory,

Something you have
never seen, heard, smelt,
or even experienced before
will catch your incomplete attention
so completely.

And send you to
the most magical of
places.

Something from your
childhood,

Something from the
small town you drove through
last autumn.

Something

The Hood

It's an area totally different from the rest
From the language to the people's style of dress
Kids young in age but wise with street smarts
Teens sagging and hanging out at liquor marts 
Shoes on power lines showing various drug spots
Girls playing double dutch in empty car lots
Loud music blarring from a car with chrome rims
Men lifting

who wears short shorts

who wears short shorts?
WE WEAR SHORT SHORTS!
four really pretty teen girls.
A happy singing commercial created in the eighties.

I was stunned by their enthusiastic joy and prettiness.
I cannot remember what they were selling.
Maybe panty hose?
But I still sing their jingle fifty years later.

ticking clock

days filled with 
nightmares of 
people past.
Someone asked
me
to lead the way. 

But there’s no 
me 
to be summoned.

Just a faceless 
ticking clock 

The B Side Man

I was cut in the studio after the hit had dried its sleeve—
a shadow-track pressed in wax
buried under the melody that crowned them kings
I came with the needle's sigh,
not for applause,
but for the noise you never chose.

The A-side spun through summer air—
windows down, girls laughing loud
boys riding every chorus like a dare.
Me?
I cracked my voice

Life Is A Gamble

There is a town that is so enchanting,
at it’s center a strip of wild saloons.
A hidden game’s still in play enticing
gentlemen with a lust for golden spoons.
While holding a Joker’s hand start betting
you may get lucky and find the tycoons.
Are you breezy enough to shoot a shot?
Life is a gamble here, like it or not.

The feelings we feel

Happiness  is like waking up to see 
my favourite dishes for breakfast;
toasted bread and fried  eggs.
Getting to school early and scoring As on all my tests.

Then I come home after a long stressful day at school.
Taking a bath and settling down to watch my favourite TV show;
just to see... it has been taken

Ronny

Yes, there are times now and again
I'll look back and remember when
you were mine for a little while;
you always could make me smile.
You were my Fabio straight off the cover
of the romance novel I read over and over.
Our love was so strong, it was a natural high;
the kind that's guaranteed never to die.
But just like

flowers in her hair

I used to dream when I was young,
I would remove all of the thorns
of the most beautiful flowers
and place them in her hair,
lovingly,

 Innocence is cute, its so divine,
then you grow up not so fine,
that girl you knew as a child,
can't even remember her name,
sadly,

There's a loneliness to every soul,
eating alone in a popular food

Epilogue

  This child
once collected
cute
little buttons
and
stamps.
Innocence
gets replaced
once
we become
adults
and its sad
like a loss
of simple
of joy,
like collecting
the shells
and hearing
waves simmer
in their place
of birth.
I wish
we could have
stayed
as children
as they didn't
destroy
just played
with toys
and dolls.
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